On the Routine of President Wen

"Yihuan, look into my eyes and tell me, in your eyes, am I, Lengjue, really that kind of vulgar person?" Lengjue looked at Fu Yihuan seriously, with a cool sadness in his words .

Fu Yihuan threw away his hand expressionlessly, turned his head to look into his beautiful eyes, then shook his head slightly: "Of course you are not."

Leng Jue instantly put on a heartbroken expression, and his voice trembled: "Huan, do you still have to treat me like this?"

Fu Yihuan was still indifferent, and asked, "What do you think?"

"Look into my eyes again and tell me, do you really have the heart?" Leng Jue said with a sob.

Fu Yihuan leaned over, put his face in front of Leng Jue, looked at him at close range for three seconds, and nodded solemnly: "Of course I know that you don't write novels all night for money, but you base your happiness on me On top of the pain with Ah Heng, do you think we can let you go?"

"Pain?" Leng Jue pointed at Luo Heng who was sitting in the front driver's seat, and glared at Fu Yihuan, "I can't see that Cousin Luo is in any pain at all!"

Hearing Leng Jue mentioning himself, Luo Heng glanced at the two of them from the rearview mirror, and happened to meet Fu Yihuan's gaze, he immediately suppressed the smile on his face, put on a straight face, and stood by Fu Yihuan's side : "Leng Jue, it's time for you to go to work."

"You're just too busy to torment us like this!" Thinking of Leng Jue's speechless brain, Fu Yihuan felt a toothache, and he absolutely couldn't be given another chance to create a system world.

Looking in the direction of the vehicle, I could already see the company's signboard, Leng Jue sighed depressedly: "If you hadn't rushed into my room early this morning and told the plot of my unpublished novel After a while, I would never believe that being forced into the world of novels to follow the plot could be true."

"So you believe it now?" Fu Yihuan glared at him angrily.

Leng Jue leaned his elbows on the car window, propped his chin and nodded: "If you don't believe it, you have to believe it."

Fu Yihuan snorted coldly, and said, "If you believe me, stop! Throw away all the messy plots in your mind! Do it again, and don't blame me for turning my face and denying others!"

Luo Heng parked the car at the entrance of the company, unlocked the car, and smiled at Fu Yihuan, "I'll pick you up after get off work."

Before Fu Yihuan could open his mouth, Leng Jue leaned over, stood between the two of them, and said to Fu Yihuan winkingly: "There are all kinds of characters in the novel, cousin Luo, why is it so messed up? I see you In the novel, you are obviously very excited, to be honest, is the uncle's style your favorite?"

When Leng Jue pointed out his little thoughts, Fu Yihuan's face turned red, he was at a loss for words, and stammered: "I...I..."

Seeing that Leng Jue's face was full of embarrassment, Fu Yihuan walked past him and saw Luo Heng's smiling eyebrows, the blush on his cheeks spread rapidly, he pushed Leng Jue away abruptly, and shouted in his ear, "Don't worry about me!" "He hurriedly opened the car door and ran into the company.

Seeing Fu Yihuan flee in embarrassment, the smile in Luo Heng's eyes deepened, until his figure disappeared around the corner, then he looked at Leng Jue and said, "Don't bully him too much."

Leng Jue still sat motionless in the car, as if he was reluctant to leave, he raised his chin to Luo Heng: "Seriously, do you really enjoy the fun in the system world? I'll give you He Yihuan created so many opportunities, shouldn't you thank me?"

Luo Heng turned her head and gave a low laugh, "Yes, I really should thank you."

"Then you still have the nerve to kick me out of the house and force me to work?!" Leng Jue looked at the back of Luo Heng's head resentfully.

"You live in my house, so you're very reserved, and I let you come to work for the good of the company." As he spoke, Luo Heng glanced at the direction of the company's gate through the right car window, and smiled, "They come here I welcome you."

As soon as the words fell, Leng Jue heard the sound of the car door opening, followed by a scream that almost burst his eardrums: "Editor-in-chief! You are finally back!"

The moment the door opened, Leng Jue put on his usual mask for outsiders, glanced coldly at the people outside the car, and responded with a prudent "Yes", under the eager eyes of everyone, dragged Stepping into the company's gate with heavy steps.

"I heard that Li Yan fell ill as soon as she came back? Then who will take care of things during the few days we're away?" Leng Jue went into the office and sat down, immediately put aside distracting thoughts and entered the working state.

"The deputy editor-in-chief is still in the hospital, and the affairs of our team are reported directly to General Manager Gu, who will handle it himself." Chen Ming replied hastily.

Leng Jue nodded, and waved to everyone: "Buy yourself first and report to me when you are free."

Everyone dispersed in an instant, returning to their respective positions and concentrating on their work.

Although no one whipped them all the time during the few days when Leng Jue was away, there were sharp knives hanging around everyone's necks, and they didn't dare to relax at all. For the first time, I missed Leng Jue's poisonous tongue.

Those who look forward to the stars and the moon finally brought Leng Jue back. Everyone was greatly relieved. Even looking at the pile of manuscripts in the mailbox and various documents piled up on the table, they still couldn’t help but take the time to wipe them. With tears in her eyes, the beauty with a poisonous tongue is much cuter than the black-hearted manager!

After processing the urgent documents submitted by everyone, Leng Jue pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, put his forehead on the back of his hand and closed his eyes to rest his mind. For some reason, the memories that he tried desperately to erase suddenly flooded up in his mind. The churning and raging caused his stomach to throb with pain.

Stomach pain is Leng Jue's old problem. In the past two years, he has gradually started to pay attention to health preservation, and he rarely suffers from stomach problems. During these days, he stayed up late every day to write novels, which brought out his old diseases. It seems that he really can't go on like this , even if you don't think about Luo Heng and Fu Yihuan, you have to think about your own body.

Fortunately, the pain is not so severe so far, and it can be relieved by taking some medicine. It seems that we should pay attention to diet and sleep in the next few days.

Leng Jue raised his face, opened the drawer, and searched for it. He remembered that he had prepared stomach medicine for emergencies.After successfully touching the medicine bottle, Leng Jue poured two pills and stuffed them into his mouth. Just as he was about to take a sip of water to swallow, his eyes happened to glance at the time he noted on the bottle cap, and then he realized that the medicine had expired.

He hastily spat the medicine into the trash can, and gave an irritable "tsk", feeling his stomach hurt even worse.

"Editor-in-Chief, what's wrong with you?" Sun Xiaoxiao asked worriedly when she heard Leng Jue's voice.

Leng Jue shook his head, caught a glimpse of the cigarette on the corner of Chen Ming's desk from the corner of his eye, hesitated for three seconds, stood up, walked over, grabbed her cigarette case, and strode out of the office.

At this time, there was no one on the rooftop. Leng Jue found a corner with the back of the sun, sat on the ground against the wall, opened the cigarette case, smoked a cigarette and put it in his mouth. After lighting it, he looked at the blue sky and white clouds, letting his thoughts wander, returning To that so-called past once.

The catching rape in the bed written in that novel is actually his real experience, but his real experience is completely different from what was written in the novel. He is the mistress, and the woman who was caught raped in the bed is the wife.

That was the only boyfriend Leng Jue had ever dated. He was a few years older than him. He had a superficial image similar to that of Luo Heng portrayed in the novel. Just let him fall completely.

The days with him were really good, he was very good at pampering, full of sweet talk, and always tolerated Leng Jue's unreasonable troubles unconditionally.

It was only after tearing off that layer of hypocrisy that Leng Jue realized that he was a scumbag with a good face and a sweet mouth.

He would take the initiative to pursue Leng Jue purely out of greed, purely because he finds it interesting, purely because he is playing a monkey to see how such an arrogant man will surrender under his suit pants.

Now that I think about it, it’s ironic that he abandoned all his dignity for that person, came out to his family regardless, and even nearly broke up with his family, but in the end it was a big joke that wiped away his tears , broke his heart with laughter.

Of course, Leng Jue didn't let that man go easily. With the help of Luo Heng, he dug out all the black material and embarrassment with his own wrist. It only took him two days to ruin his reputation and betray his relatives.

When he cried bitterly and rushed to Leng Jue's feet to beg for forgiveness, and even expressed his sincerity, Leng Jue couldn't help expressing deep contempt for the blind self.

In the past so many years, Leng Jue has long forgotten that person's face. If he really wanted to recall it carefully, he could barely think of the two big words "obscene", which really disgusted him.

The only good news is that that man is a straight man, and Leng Jue's relationship with him only stops at holding hands and hugging.

Thinking of this, Leng Jue took a deep puff of cigarette, couldn't hold back his forehead and laughed lowly, white smoke drifted out from his nostrils and lips with the laughter, and scattered in all directions.

"Is Editor-in-Chief Leng 'angry'?"

The sudden sound above his head almost scared Leng Jue out of his soul, and the smoke he hadn't had time to exhale was subconsciously swallowed into his throat, choking him to cough violently, his face flushed from coughing, and he slowly took a breath , when he looked up and saw the person standing next to him at some point, Leng Jue's stomach twitched so hard that he couldn't stop it.

"Why are you here?" Leng Jue extinguished the cigarette on the ground casually, stood up, stepped on the cigarette butt, and crushed it with his toes, but he did not show any strangeness. He looked up at Gu Yu'an calmly, "I didn't look at it when I came here. To you, just here?"

Gu Yu'an leaned back against the wall with one hand in his pocket, raised the half-lit cigarette between the fingers of the other hand, and said with a faint smile, "I came earlier than you, and we are just a corner away."

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