you complement me

It was not until after the lunch break that Yu Yiru was freed from the binary state of the computer language.

Because of the courteous behavior of her male colleagues during lunch, she realized that there are more straight men in this world.

So the benefits of being a popular goddess appeared again. Yu Yiru quickly screened straight men and suspected gays. This process was very fast. At night, there were only four targets left.

Li, who is always uncertain and alone.

Although he is usually friendly to people and goes off work, Kim never disappears without a trace.

Fang, a suspected misogynist who is good at divorce lawsuits.

The good Mr. Liao in the eyes of women in the whole company.

From an annoying level, Yu Yiru expects Yu Fang to be that male mistress, because this person is hopeless in terms of gender prejudice, and the three sentences cannot be separated from the belittling of women. It seems that he is looking forward to a world with only men .

But after observing the other party's appearance carefully, Yu Yiru felt that if Mr. Wang's mistress was this person, then Mr. Wang's taste would be too strong...

In the evening, everyone left work one after another, and it seemed that no more conclusions could be reached today.

After Yu Yiru sent the names of these four people to Bo Fuzhang, he dragged his suitcase and prepared to walk to his new home.

In the morning, quite a few people offered to give her a ride, but Yu Yiru didn't want others to know where her new residence was, so they all refused with "not on the way".

As a result, when she reached the entrance of the company, she saw Bo Fuzhang's car.

She was a little surprised, but it was not good to pretend that she didn't see it, because the other party had already driven to her side and rolled down the window.

Bo Fuzhang showed his beautiful head along with the curling smoke, and said, "I'll take you to your new residence."

Yu Yiru couldn't hide her disbelief, she felt that Bo Fuzhang's courteousness seemed to be chasing her, but she didn't forget that this man said it himself, when he was teasing people, he didn't have the consciousness of teasing others at all.

There are enough lessons learned from Bo Fuzhang's own narration. Obviously, because of Bo Fuzhang's ambiguous behavior, people who misunderstood the final death are already full of bones.

Thinking of this, Yu Yiru wanted to shudder.

She adjusted her mood and said, "You don't need to send me off, I don't live in your house anymore, so it's embarrassing to ask you to send me off."

While saying that, she smiled shyly and embarrassedly, trying to be sincere and endearing.

Bo Fuzhang laughed, she was actually wearing pink lipstick today, which has a sweet girly taste, but no matter how young a girl is, there is still a kind of fascination, especially when the other party raised his eyes and gave Yu Yiru a soft smile. wink.

As a result, her eyes fluttered and her winks were like silk, even Yu Yiru herself felt that she seemed to have some indecent relationship with Bo Fuzhang.

And at this moment, someone came to say hello to Yu Yiru.

The person who came was Liao Sibai, who was one of the suspects. He brushed past Yu Yiru, then turned around and said in surprise, "Yu Yiru, you left so late."

He looked at Bo Fuzhang again, with a slightly dazed expression, and nodded his hello to Bo Fuzhang for a moment, then asked Yu Yiru, "Do you want me to see you off?"

Yu Yiru: "..."

Yu Yiru was extremely embarrassed.

She really didn't understand why Liao Si Bai suddenly became enthusiastic, even if he was in charge of the same case before, he wouldn't show anything extra.

But because Zhao Wei was familiar with Liao Sibai, the relationship between Yu Yiru and Liao Sibai was naturally different from other colleagues. Now that Liao Sibai wanted to send her off, Yu Yiru found it hard to refuse.

What's more, if you think about it carefully, Liao Si Bai might have seen him in trouble from a distance, so he came to help her specially.

Thinking about it, it was Bo Fuzhang's fault.

Yu Yiru glared at Bo Fuzhang, Bo Fuzhang didn't understand why, then he blinked and raised his eyebrows at Yu Yiru, and said, "Ruyi, I have something to tell you, and only we know about it."

Not only did her tone fluctuate, but she also blinked her left eye, cast a perfect wink, raised her index finger to press her lips, and smiled sweetly, as if hinting.

Yu Yiru gasped, feeling that if this went on, her reputation would be lost.

She herself knew that Bo Fuzhang was talking about the investigation, but others didn't.

So she finally said to Liao Si Bai: "No need, this is my friend, he came here specially to see me off."

She smiled and opened the back seat door, and waved to Liao Si Bai.

After the car drove for a while, Yu Yiru finally couldn't help but said, "You don't need to come to our company to pick me up again."

Bo Fuzhang's tone was unexpected: "Why? Wasn't it agreed before?"

Yu Yiru asked back: "Where did we agree? Why don't I remember that we agreed on such a thing?"

Bo Fuzhang's tone was affirmative: "It was agreed at the beginning, you will be my assistant, and I will pick you up from get off work."

"Is it……"

Yu Yiru became unsure, she said this, she seemed to have said it, but she didn't seem to say it, she couldn't remember.

She was easy to be swayed in the first place, and Bo Fuzhang believed it in his heart when he said it affirmatively, so he didn't refute anymore, he just said: "It's nothing, why bother you so much, and it's not on the way..."

Bo Fuzhang stepped on the brake suddenly.

She pulled over to the side, turned her head and said in surprise: "Why is there nothing wrong, we were just following someone else."

Yu Yiru: "..."

In a sluggish state, Yu Yiru was put on a certain lined hat and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and was thrown into her arms a camel-colored overcoat that was everywhere and tasteless.

Bo Fuzhang had already dressed himself, covered his slender figure with an army green overcoat, covered most of his face with a mask, hung a camera around his neck, and said to Yu Yiru: "Get out of the car with clothes on, Li going far."

Yu Yiru grabbed her clothes and was speechless.

Bo Fuzhang directly pulled Yu Yiru out, helped her wrap up her clothes, and then carried her into the alley next to her.

Yu Yiru was caught under Bo Fuzhang's armpit like a little chick, and felt like she was about to cry.

——Sin, why did you come to do such a thing.

She wanted to cry, but she had no sense of direction being talked about by Bo Fuzhang. She quickly left the alley and saw a building that looked like a warehouse.

She was half pulled and half hugged by Bo Fuzhang and hid behind the wall, and heard the faint voice of someone being carried by the wind.

She looked up against the cold wind and saw her colleague Li standing at the door of the warehouse, talking to someone.

A certain person is a man who doesn't look like a man doing business. His skin is tanned, his muscles are swollen, and his arms are bare in winter, revealing a large tattoo.

Li seemed to be arguing with him, dancing and dancing angrily.

——What are you doing? It’s not buying or selling some prohibited items, right? QAQ

Yu Yiru felt that the current situation was not good.

But Bo Fuzhang didn't seem to have any worries, he picked up the camera and started snapping pictures.

Yu Yiru secretly looked back, worried that the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole were behind. In the TV dramas she watched, the protagonist was often outflanked like this.

She was trembling as she turned her body. She was afraid and cold, and her heart was filled with misery.

At this moment, Bo Fuzhang suddenly pulled off his clothes, wrapped her around her, and hugged her even tighter.

Yu Yiru's breathing was stagnant and she was at a loss.

Bo Fuzhang's high body temperature was almost transmitted against his skin, in stark contrast to his own icy cheeks.

As the chest vibrated, Bo Fuzhang said in a low voice: "Are you cold? Put your hand in too."

Yu Yiru's whole body was stiff, she no longer trembled, and she no longer heard the sound of the wind.

She only heard her own heartbeat.

One after another, like the prelude to a certain march.