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Becoming a gin partner is not as difficult as imagined, and my current boss is actually very happy with this matter. After all, as a writer who is forced to come back out of the arena, he is not at ease My actions, on the premise of my willingness, it would be great to arrange a supervisor for me.

Of course, this matter may be a bolt from the blue for Gin Jiu, but he didn't show this emotion on his face, it was just a sweet duo at the beginning, and it turned into a threesome in the later mission stage, I Also changed from the driver's seat to the back seat, replaced by the opponent's little brother - vodka.

After realizing that Gin and I were performing almost exactly the same tasks as he and Vodka, I had at one point the idea that I was a third person.

Some whimsical thoughts also flashed in my mind, for example, maybe before triggering my spell, Gin had long been in love with his little brother, because of the strict regulations of the black organization, he had to suppress his As a result, there was a mistake in the way he expressed his love. Compared with the general means of love, getting along at work has become a way of expression.

However, after completing the four tasks, I clearly realized that my thinking was wrong. It wasn't that love distorted Gin's perception of work, but that work was a lover for him.

I have never seen a 24 hours a day except for the necessary sleep, either on the way to kill undercover agents, or on the way to deal with the financial problems of the organization, it seems that only one person is working in this organization.And I finally knew why Li Baoen secretly expressed his favor on him. After all, who doesn't like model workers?

All in all, in my small observation book, I once again collected a feature-worker sex, and I will repeat it a little bit.

That's what the legend says: My lover is work.

In the days when I haven’t worked overtime for a long time for many years and the deadline is approaching, I gave up the threesome. After expressing my admiration for Gandi, I chose to quit the threesome this time, leaving behind the overtime work. The little friend has returned to the life a writer should have.

"Sure enough, if you don't go to work, you won't get off work..."

Ge You was lying on my sofa, enjoying the comfort after being busy. Snacks and drinks were placed on my table again. By the way, the inspiration for the new article was ready and waiting for me to write.

However, when I sat at the desk, looked at the white body shown to me by the snow-white manuscript paper, and faced the temptation of the other party, I behaved very pure and ascetic, even after I finished writing the article in my mind, I didn’t think about it at all. The pain of transcribing.

"You are already a mature manuscript, you have to learn to write by yourself, understand?"

I looked at the manuscript paper that was unmoved by my words, adjusted my glasses on my face, sighed, and said earnestly:

"Don't tempt me, I won't be shaken by your beauty..."

Just when I was about to persuade me here, a special ringtone came from my mobile phone.

Looking at the mobile phone sleeping in the corner of the table, I raised my glasses, forcibly stabilized my trembling hands, and carefully connected the phone, turned on the speaker, and placed it one meter away from the ear.

"Fu Wenguang, the deadline is tomorrow. You'd better not give me a convulsion. If you want a brain output device, you can change my job. Otherwise, I won't be able to see the manuscript at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. The president is happy to accept you. Dududu -"

The phone call that didn't give me a chance to answer completely hit all my thoughts, and I can only say that it is my editor.

Facing the ultimatum, I took a deep breath, showed pain, and said to the manuscript paper:

"Please forgive my actions, I have to tarnish your innocence, and I will remember your sacrifice."

I took the pen from the pen holder, and then exposed the tough and fragile inside, and then under my command, the naked body left heavy marks on the paper, and there was such a line on the top of the manuscript paper Big characters "On the Possibility of Only One Person Working in the Whole Organization".

Yes, no doubt, I am writing about my new partner, Gin.

After all, when a writer’s inspiration is exhausted, the material delivered to the door can only have this effect, and even the reason for writing this article is mixed with my remnants for becoming a social animal again.

If you want to say, didn't I voluntarily have such an ending?

So all I can say is who let them kidnap a writer...

All in all, the other party was doomed to such a fate when he provoked me. I think the leader of the organization, as my reader, should have read my masterpiece "The Way of Confession of the Leader of the Waste Material Fungus", then he should understand how to force me No one who works can escape the fate of becoming a member of my pen.

It took 3 minutes to sort out my thoughts, and with a new-flavored lollipop produced by Bailan Company in my mouth, I reached out and took off the flat mirror on my face and put it on the corner of the table.

One night, one miracle, this sentence is not only applicable to candidates who make up homework, but also to authors who write all night, such as me.

[Today is the first day I arrived at the new company. As a well-known secretive company in the industry, I was not told the exact place of entry until the day I was admitted.

The location of the company is also very hidden. After a five-hour drive and a walk, I finally saw the true face of the company.

The silver-white office building is located in the middle of the dilapidated grass, looking at the modern office building in front of it.I observed a radius of five hundred miles, and found that I was the only one. A silent terror made me quickly enter the building.

In the empty hall, a serious man in a black suit walked towards me after seeing me:

"You are the new Mr. Liumu, come with me. Your office is on the thirteenth floor."

After speaking, the man prepared to lead the way without waiting for me to speak.

Just as I was preparing to join the group with my seniors, there was a sound of high-heeled shoes in front of the company's gate.

"Hello, Minister Qinzi!"

The senior turned around skillfully, and I turned around naturally, looking at the woman who was walking in our direction.

This made me a little curious. If I read correctly, the expression of the senior who was just as indifferent as an iceberg at that moment was mixed with fear and awe.

When the woman walked in, I was instantly amazed, cold white skin, deep facial features, tall figure, and those green pupils that made me flinch when I looked at it, they combined into a person who maybe I used to only be in The big star image seen in the movie.

"Newbie?"

She glanced at me, and she didn't care much, which made me, who was proud of my Congdong University, feel a wave of contempt.

After the woman finished speaking, she nodded with her senior and left to enter the elevator to the upper floors. It was a place that I, who had not gone through the entry procedures, could not touch.

"Senior, who is that person?"

The senior in business attire withdrew his eyes from looking deeply at the woman, turned his head and glanced at me, with a strange tone, as if he was admonishing himself and me, and said:

"That's Minister Qinzi. Half of the people in the company pay attention to him, and half of the people admire her. Don't be wishful thinking."

I glanced at the closed elevator door, blinked my eyes, concealed the complexities in my eyes, and said respectfully:

"I see."

After going through all the entry procedures with my seniors, I took my work card and walked to the elevator, ready to go to the department where I worked.

As the numbers got closer to my floor, my relaxed posture became more upright.

The elevator stopped in front of me, and the door opened slowly. Minister Qin Zi with a tired face was leaning against the inside of the elevator, with tired emerald eyes under his half-closed eyelids, wrapped in a suit as if he would never The curved back supported her with difficulty.

"Hello, Minister."

Hearing my call, the woman who woke up blinked her eyes quickly, as if a dozing cat heard the owner's call, and suddenly became refreshed.

"kindness."

She quickly stood up straight, nodded to me, with a look of awkwardness on her face, looking directly at the jumping numbers on the screen in the elevator, her voice came from behind:

"I'm not usually like this..."

The elevator door slowly stopped at the floor I was going to. I stepped out of the elevator, and when I heard a woman's voice, a sneer appeared on the corner of my mouth.

"Minister Qinzi, pay attention to your health."

A concerned voice came out from the mouth of the man with his back to the elevator. The vase facing the elevator reflected the figure in the elevator, and the woman who was speaking shy words clearly reflected the absurdity in her cold and scrutinizing eyes.

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The sky outside the window turned from bright to dark at the beginning, and the stars climbed into the night to play wantonly, and then, under the urging of Mother Time, returned to his home to sleep, and Mr. Sun started a hard day's work.

After sixteen hours of hard work, the 5-word novel came to fruition overnight. Just when I wrote the last full stop on the manuscript, the room reverberated with the warning of a demon coming to my door.

But I was not afraid, but stood up confidently, leaned against the edge of the table, and stabilized my darkened body. I walked towards the door with my head held high, ready to brag about my results with my editor.

With the opening of the door, before I could see the editor's face clearly, a frantic rotation caused me to fall to the entrance.

The figure of the editor quickly blew into the study like a gust of wind, and fell on the cold ground. I deeply reflected on this cold world, what else is worth my nostalgia.

Is it the indifference of the human heart or the loss of morality that caused my editor to do such a cruel thing to me? Just when I was about to completely faint, my dear editor finally separated a little bit from the joy of getting the manuscript. The spirit came out of the study and rushed towards me who was lying on the ground.

Just when I was about to lament that my editor still loves me, but I didn’t want to be so pitiful and helpless, so he grabbed me by the collar, raised it up, and shouted loudly:

"What's next?"

I showed a weak smile, full of desire for revenge, and then closed my eyes peacefully.