my husband is a computer

"Minister Zhang Ruanruan, do you want to come over and play together? The president said he would invite you to dinner."

The shy young man who was clearing the table heard his name, his eyelashes trembled, and finally he replied softly that there was no need.

The thin, soft hair hangs over his ears, making him look very docile. His tightly closed lips and indifferent eyebrows make him look very taciturn. He packed up the documents in front of him, and walked out of the club's meeting room with his computer. Nor did he hear any sarcasm from his 'colleagues' in the society.

"This Zhang Ruanruan is also really strange. He has been in the club for two years, and he hardly speaks at ordinary times. He runs around with his broken computer all day long, and he doesn't know what he is busy with. The president invites you to dinner. Not going, what a disappointment."

"Yeah, yeah, I was on duty with him last time, two hours! He didn't even fart, and kept typing on his computer, which made me want to curse."

The young president leaned on the sofa in the conference room, crossed his legs, and listened with great interest to the impolite comments made by the members under him on Zhang Ruanruan.

He is very interested in Zhang Ruanruan.

At the beginning of recruiting new members of the club, he himself was a new official and didn't know much about anything. The recruited members were even more jerky than Qingpi Maotao. He was in a hurry to do things, and the final results were not satisfactory.

But this Zhang Ruanruan is different.

He belongs to the editorial department, and all the writing work is in charge of their department. At that time, the editorial director of his own club was an empty shell minister who didn't do anything. He opened and closed his mouth, and directly pushed everything to the seemingly Zhang Ruanruan who is easy to bully.

Originally, Zhang Ruanruan looked easy to bully, with a very cowardly and careful appearance, and the editorial director didn't expect him to do a very good job, but when the task was completed and handed in, he was really surprised .

All the copywriting and documents were completed beyond expectations, almost reaching a professional level.

The requirement for the promotional copy is to be innovative and attractive, Zhang Ruanruan did it, and introduced the club in a few sentences, and it was very lively and interesting.

The content of the document requires rigor and clarity, and he has achieved it. The work and things of the association are assigned in the document in a detailed and appropriate manner.

As a result, the head of the editor's mind was distorted, and he told Zhang Ruanruan that the completion was okay, and turned his head and handed the things to Chen Qian—that is, when the president, he didn't clearly say that Zhang Ruanruan completed it, so Chen Qian naturally He thought that everything was done by the editor-in-chief, and praised him a lot, but the editor-in-chief had the cheek to accept it.

Of course, the matter finally came to light. Originally, Chen Qian couldn't find out once or twice. The blame is that the editorial director himself is too useless. Everything is done by Zhang Ruanruan. Chen Qian once went to the duty room of the editorial department. After checking, it was found that only Zhang Ruanruan was correcting the article in front of the computer, talking to himself while correcting.

Chen Qian couldn't hear the content of the self-talk, he just walked over and asked a few words, Zhang Ruanruan stammered back, Chen Qian himself became impatient, glanced at Zhang Ruanruan's computer, Just found those folders.

Those folders were all working documents uploaded to him by the editorial director before. Chen Qian had an impression, and after asking again, he finally found out the problem.

Later, the editorial director was naturally removed by Chen Qian without mercy, and the vacated position was given to Zhang Ruanruan. Ruan Ruan's interest increased day by day.

Zhang Ruanruan returned to the rental room he rented alone outside the school, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He also knows that he is a disappointment, but he is really not good at communicating with people. Every time there is any work or activity that needs to be in contact with people, it always makes him very nervous, so that he can't speak well. The reason why Ruan Ruan always refuses invitations from others.

The sky outside was gradually getting dark, Zhang Ruanruan carefully put the computer on the table and connected to the Internet, watched the computer turn on without blinking, the dim light cast on his face, unexpectedly made his face appear There was some tenderness.

"Mr. Computer, I was really offended before and got your gender wrong."

His soft words echoed in the empty room, no one responded to him, and he didn't care. Instead, he took out a tissue and gently wiped the dust off the old-fashioned laptop.

In fact, it's not old-fashioned, but compared to today's laptops with various styles and beautiful colors, this laptop is indeed a lot outdated.

But Zhang Ruanruan likes it. When he was in the electrical appliance market, he took a fancy to this computer at a glance, as if bewitched.

He likes its appearance, the silver-gray shell glows with a stern light, just like the man he dreamed of last night.

He likes its touch, it's slightly cool, with the smooth and hard feeling of metal, and it's also like the man he dreamed of last night.

Zhang Ruanruan recalled, lowered her head unconsciously, and said shyly: "Sir, I dreamed of you last night. You are tall and handsome. To be honest, I really thought you would be a girl before. A girl with the temperament of Yujie, I didn't expect you, sir, to be a man."

Seems to suddenly feel that something is wrong with what he said, Zhang Ruanruan hastily explained what he said just now.

"Of course, I didn't mean that, I just felt that something was beyond my expectation..."

Zhang Ruanruan blushed, and continued to stammer and add, "Actually... I really like the way you look like, sir, it makes me feel very safe."

Facing the computer and talking to himself for a long time, Zhang Ruanruan seemed to come back to his senses when the screen of the cold machine went black, and started his work in a sense of loss.

His lips were tight, his eyes were drooping, his soft hair was a little messy, the light in the room was off, only the cold light from a laptop illuminated Zhang Ruanruan's face, making him look very lonely.