The male protagonist tricked me

However, facing such a completely out-of-the-ordinary situation, Song Ao felt his brain wake up like never before.

He first took a closer look at Jiang Heng's side face, making sure that he had planned and was very calm before he opened his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"Where are we going?" Song Ao's tone was normal, just like the most everyday question.

"Go where you should go." Jiang Heng glanced at Song Ao coldly and replied.

The speed of the car increased slowly but steadily, the car turned a corner Song Ao was not familiar with, and drove onto the elevated road.

Song Ao only felt his heart beat violently a few times, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"You stop the car, let's find a place to have a good chat." Song Ao carefully chose his words, trying not to show himself too nervous.

Jiang Heng remained silent and did not give Song Ao an answer, but the accelerator under his feet was accelerated all the way, and the speed of the car climbed towards the edge of danger.

"Jiang Heng!" Song Ao finally couldn't help shouting, "What do you want to do?!"

Jiang Heng turned sideways, looking at Song Ao, his dark eyes were full of calmness, but there was a kind of creepy madness sinking to the bottom.

"I'm going to take you to a place where you should go." Jiang Heng said very clearly, his eyes were full of fanatical indifference.

Song Ao was taken aback, feeling in a trance that he had seen this pair of burning eyes somewhere.

Some fragmentary images flashed back in his mind, a strange world, above the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, who was confronting whom.

A huge flying object soaring into the sky, a person walking in the air, a hand holding a gun pulls the trigger, and a huge sinkhole collapses...

What are those? !

Song Ao only felt that he saw a huge and completely unfamiliar world under Jiang Heng's eyes—but he somehow felt a little familiar in it.

Suddenly, Jiang Heng stretched out a hand and pressed Song Ao's shoulder, and his face quickly moved closer to Song Ao, presenting the world under his eyes more clearly in front of Song Ao's eyes.

"Come with me." Jiang Heng whispered, "That's where you should go..."

Song Ao's mind seemed to have suddenly turned into a mess, but he still retained the last of his reason - "Car!!"

How can a vehicle driving at high speed on the viaduct allow the driver to act like this...

But it was too late.

The sound of the horn and the sound of the brakes rang in his ears one after another. Song Ao turned his head suddenly, and saw the whole car rushing towards an unopened intersection.

With the sound of a huge impact, the entire car body flew into the air and flew high into the air—everything rotated at a terrible angle.

Faced with such a situation, Jiang Heng was not afraid at all, and even snorted lightly, "Fall into hell, or follow me, which one do you choose?"

Song Ao felt empty in his heart—"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Song Ao suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, waking up from a bizarre dream.

He clutched his chest, panting heavily.

With panic in his dazed eyes, he looked around at the surrounding environment, and after confirming that he was still in the bedroom of the rented house, Song Ao breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly fell back on the bed.

But... why on earth did he have such a strange dream?Did the new manager happen to have the same name as a character in the novel and then put too much psychological pressure on himself?

Song Ao touched the phone on the bedside with one hand, and touched his forehead with the other hand to confirm that there was nothing abnormal about the temperature, and he didn't hold the phone up to his face after his brain was burnt out.

It was past ten o'clock in the morning, and after unlocking, there were several new unread messages on the communication software.

Song Ao clicked on the department group, and saw the latest news that the colleagues who had less drinks had arrived at the company ahead of time, and helped everyone confirm that the manager had greeted them this morning, and they could take a paid break. The working hours will start in the afternoon .

Scrolling up, it is the news that the colleagues who played until the end in the early morning reported their safety one by one after returning home.

Speaking of which, yesterday should be considered the earliest one to leave?Song Ao frowned and tried to find the memory of his return home, but found that his mind was empty.

His fingers slid slowly across the screen and stopped at the group chat at around ten o'clock last night.

There was actually a message that he sent himself saying "arrived home" to report his safety.

Song Ao was slightly stunned, staring at the news in a daze, but in the end he couldn't find anything in the ocean of memory, so he could only quit the departmental chat group for the time being.

However, only then did he realize that there was a new friend request in his address book.

Song Ao clicked on the little red dot, and his heart missed two beats—the applicant was none other than Jiang Heng.

Even asking the boss to take the initiative to add his own WeChat, as an employee, this is indeed a bit rude.

And remembering that he made Jiang Heng as the protagonist yesterday and had such a strange dream without authorization, Song Ao's heart beat even more, and he clicked through apologetically.

Then Song Ao stared blankly at the phone for another three or four minutes, realizing that the other party was not guarding the phone to send him an application, or that there might not be anything particularly important to say, so he put it down as if he had just woken up from a dream. Mobile phone, rubbed his face and sat up again.

But soon, Song Ao noticed something was wrong.

Although it was not as exaggerated as in the dream, there was another person lying beside him or something... But he was indeed naked, lying naked under the quilt.

So, who sent him back?

Confused, Song Ao got out of bed and rummaged through his clothes.

Although the situation was a bit strange, he was the only one in the room after all, which gave him a great sense of security.

After tidying himself up and eating something to satisfy his hunger, Song Ao, who had nothing else to do, went directly to the company.

He is not a person who loves work very much, but besides work, he has no other hobbies, and it seems that he has nothing to do.

I haven't finished reading the outline given by Xingchenhaihai, but I can still find something to do.

Besides, he had to ask which kind-hearted person sent him home yesterday.

Thinking that this person might be Jiang Heng, Song Ao's eyes flashed a dark and unclear emotion.

From the first meeting to the present, no matter what the other people are like, Jiang Heng can be said to be weird to him everywhere.

And his sixth sense, which has always been very good, including that strange dream, seems to prove that there is some faint and subtle connection between them.

Thinking of this, Song Ao sighed again.

I'm afraid he needs to take the initiative to have a good chat with this leader.

And for him who has always been bad at words and slightly socially fearful, this is not an easy task.

However, it is counterproductive.

After Song Ao finally brewed for a long time, he knocked on the door of the manager's office when he was about to get off work, but he still didn't get a response from inside.

On the contrary, the passing editor-in-chief saw Song Ao knocking on the door, and looked at him in surprise, "Xiao Song, do you have something to do with the manager?"

Song Ao had no choice but to nod, "I have something to tell the manager."

The editor-in-chief frowned, as if he wanted to ask Song Ao what was going on.

But in the end, the editor-in-chief seemed to think of something, and after hesitating to say something, he shook his head slightly and said, "The manager has something to go back to the headquarters, and I don't know when he will be back."

Seeing Song Ao's dumbfounded expression, the editor-in-chief persuaded again kindly: "If you have something urgent, just send a message or call the manager. You haven't added a manager yet, have you?" Thinking of Song Ao's boring character , the editor-in-chief was a little worried, "Xiao Song, I know you don't like the way of socializing in the workplace, but since you come out to work, then you must..."

Song Ao didn't even listen to what the editor-in-chief said next, and just mumbled a reply, then walked back to his desk in a daze.

It was already time to get off work, and the colleagues packed up their things and left. Only the female colleague who had a good relationship with Song Ao came over and asked him in a low voice: "Song Song, did the manager really send you home yesterday? Between you Did something happen?"

Song Ao was taken aback, and looked at his female colleague, "It was really Jiang Heng who sent me home?"

I don't know why, compared to what everyone calls "Manager", Song Ao always feels that this name is weird, and it always makes him feel unable to adapt, so he still struggles to say Jiang Heng's name.

Seeing Song Ao asking herself, the female colleague also looked blank, "Ah? I saw you leaving together. Could it be that what happened, as the person involved, don't you know?"

Facing the tortured eyes of his female colleague, Song Ao shook his head helplessly.

He was indeed an ignorant party.

The female colleague left with a look of regret, while Song Ao opened the chat software again, and clicked on Jiang Heng's profile picture.

His fingers lingered on the keyboard for a long time, typed a few lines, and deleted them one by one, and finally only left two words to send: "Thank you."

The other side quickly recovered with a "hmm".But there is no more text.

Song Ao covered his face with his hands and rubbed it vigorously.

He felt that he must have been affected by the extremely absurd dream last night, that's why he became so weird, and he felt so unnatural when facing Jiang Heng, he should return to normal work as soon as possible.

After all, he still likes this job very much, and he doesn't want to lose it at all. Naturally, he still has to get along with the leader.

Thinking of this, Song Ao prepared to turn off the computer and take a good rest after get off work.

However, the profile picture of Xingchen Dahai in the chat software suddenly flickered.

It was only then that Song Ao remembered that he had spent two strange days, and it seemed that he hadn't formally put forward his opinions and revised the direction of the outline of Stars and Seas. As his editor, he was a bit negligent of his duty.

Full of apologies, Song Ao decided to stay and work overtime, and chat with Xingchen Haihai about his new book.

However, after clicking on the message from Xingchenhaihai, Song Ao was stunned again.

——"Editor Xiao Song, I have already sent out the article, and the initial response was quite good, hahaha, come and take a look, Song Ao and Jiang Heng are both very popular!"

Xing Chenhai's tone was extremely cheerful, but Song Ao's heart sank.

Why, all of a sudden, everything around me seems to be out of control, rushing towards an unexpected direction?

Song Ao stood up and stared at his computer screen, as if staring at a completely strange thing, or at a monster.

Is the world abnormal, or is he abnormal?