editor in chief come after me

Lu Chen hung up the phone before walking to the desk to turn off the computer, then simply tidied up the desktop and opened the office door to get off work.

When Fu Yao heard the silence in the room, he wanted to leave, but his feet seemed to be growing on the ground in disobedience.To put it bluntly, there were two completely different thoughts in his mind, which made him unable to choose for a while.He thought about it repeatedly but couldn't come up with anything, so he simply stood outside the door and remained motionless.

So as soon as Lu Chenqian went out, he ran into Fu Yao who was poking outside his door for some reason.Lu Chenqian saw that Fu Yao was silent for a while, his eyes fell on Fu Yao's face, he moved slowly and then glued the two people's eyes together.Lu Chenqian was silent for a while, and inadvertently raised the corner of his mouth.

I can still laugh at this time.Fu Yao dodged his eyes for a moment and asked, "Editor-in-Chief, are you going home now?"

"I thought you, the door god, couldn't speak."

Fu Yao admired Lu Chenqian who was still talking and laughing from the bottom of his heart, and muttered in a low voice, "You need someone to pay you to be a door god."

Lu Chenqian squinted his eyes, "Is it enough to give you a salary?"

"Huh?" Fu Yao thought that his voice was so low that the editor in chief wouldn't hear it.Unexpectedly, the editor-in-chief not only heard it, but also continued to tease him with words. He only felt a certain blood vessel in his neck jump up.

"Ah what, go home." Lu Chen didn't say anything before, and took Fu Yao downstairs.

Fu Yao was sitting on the co-pilot, leaning back against the back of the chair, but his neck did not relax and continued to stalk. Although he did not look in the direction of the editor-in-chief, he always glanced at his left hand from the corner of his eye.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Lu Chenqian looked forward and broke the silence.

"Hmm." Fu Yao was thinking, the editor-in-chief wanted to say that he likes spicy food, and asked him to cook more?

"We're going out to eat tonight."

"Go out to eat?"

"To celebrate my annual leave."

Fu Yao always felt that the editor-in-chief should add a word to this sentence.Take annual leave.That's right.

Lu Chenqian laughed, "There is a Sichuan restaurant that cooks well, I'll take you to try it."

Fu Yao let out a groan, and his stiff neck instantly relaxed. The person on his left could heal himself without his worrying at all.

An hour later, Fu Yao sat in the Sichuan restaurant and kept pouring warm water into his mouth.Fu Yao was so hot that the corners of his eyes were red, and even though he was drinking water, the corners of his mouth and tongue still hurt.

"Eat two mouthfuls of rice, don't drink water." Lu Chenqian calmly put a piece of meat the same color as chili pepper into his mouth, and then said to Fu Yao.

It's not that Fu Yao can't eat spicy food, but he didn't expect that his tolerance for spicy food was not at the same level as the editor-in-chief.Fu Yao felt that the editor-in-chief would be able to speak and do things without changing his face even if he stuffed a red pepper into his mouth and chewed it.

He picked up the chopsticks and stuffed two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. His tongue and the corners of his mouth were still numb, but it was indeed a little better than drinking water.

Fu Yao sat on the seat shaking and shaking, and the wooden chair made occasional noises when it knocked on the ground, it was difficult not to attract Lu Chenqian's attention.

Lu Chenqian looked at his reddened eyes amusedly, picked up a chopstick dish for him, and said, "If you are not honest, you will suffer."

"I'm happy with this suffering." After finishing speaking, Fu Yao frowned slightly and stuffed the food into his mouth, "Compared with the editor-in-chief, I'm nothing."

Lu Chenqian put down his chopsticks, "Others tell the truth after drinking, you can eat two Sichuan dishes."

Fu Yao really didn't expect that he would follow the editor-in-chief's words and say what he thought in his heart. When he wanted to stop him, he had already said half of what he said, so why should he take it back.

"I will say whether I eat Sichuan food or not."

"...Really?" Lu Chenqian asked indifferently, and there was no more words.

The editor-in-chief didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't plan to discuss this topic with him. Thinking of this, Fu Yao felt that his tongue and the corners of his mouth didn't hurt for some reason. Like chewing wax.

The editor-in-chief always said that he was a liar and was not honest enough. This time he was honest and said what he wanted to say, but the editor-in-chief ignored him.The editor-in-chief was sitting opposite him, but only a distance away from the width of a dining table.Fu Yao felt that the editor-in-chief was actually far away from him.

When one of them tried to approach in vain, the other retreated sharply, testing each other, you come and go, but the distance remains the same.Fortunately, both of them are trying.

After returning home at night, Fu Yao spread out on the bed.As a result of eating too much spicy food all of a sudden, Fu Yao almost used the bathroom as his bedroom that night, and he had to run every once in a while.Finally, after tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally fell asleep, and Fu Yao felt that he was about to cry just now.

The next morning, Fu Yao struggled to get up with dark circles under his eyes. There was a faint fragrance in the room. Lu Chenqian stood in the kitchen, as if cooking.

Fu Yao stared at that figure in shock for a while.Lu Chenqian happened to turn around and saw him standing in the living room in a daze, and asked him to come and sit down.Fu Yao walked over to the dining table to finish cooking, and Lu Chenqian brought a bowl of porridge to Fu Yao.

"Drink some porridge, and your stomach will feel better."

Did you get up early to cook porridge for him?

Fu Yao stared at the steaming porridge, why did he feel his tongue hurt again.The heat of the porridge dissipated into the air in waves, and Fu Yao's heart suddenly became hot, and the palpitations just disappeared in an instant, and Fu Yao didn't even catch a tail, but he could feel that strange feeling.

"Oh."

Lu Chenqian turned around and took a porcelain spoon and put it in the bowl, then asked, "Do you want to add sugar to the white porridge?"

"No," Fu Yao seemed afraid that Lu Chenqian would really put sugar in the porridge, so he quickly moved the bowl to his side.

"Hey," Lu Chenqian wanted to stop it, but Fu Yao had already moved it. Obviously, his finger felt hot. Fu Yao moved his finger to his ear as if nothing had happened and rubbed it. After finishing speaking, I said it again, "Don't get burned."

Fu Yao took a sip of the porridge, it tasted good, looked up at Lu Chenqian from the bowl, and asked, "Will the editor-in-chief not eat it?"

"Don't eat."

Fu Yao moved his lips and was about to say something provocative, when the editor-in-chief said, "I'll do something better after you leave."

After hearing this, Fu Yao fell silent, and buried his head down to drink the porridge.

Lu Chenqian stopped standing in the kitchen and walked into the bedroom. Fu Yao slightly raised his head to look at the editor-in-chief's back, and it took him a while to recover and continue drinking porridge.

"Eat this." Lu Chenqian threw a bag of Huoxiang Zhengqi Dropping Pills to Fu Yao, and poured him a glass of warm water.

Both the water and the medicine were handed to Fu Yao, and Fu Yao took the medicine without saying anything. After taking the medicine, Fu Yao packed up and went to work at the newspaper office.

Lu Chen turned on the TV and sat on the sofa to watch TV.After watching for a while, I felt that my posture was not right, so I leaned on the pillow.There were too many commercials on TV, he squinted his eyes and tilted his head back.

It really feels like Chinese New Year, too leisurely, with nothing to do.But it's only May, and it's not even summer yet.

After Fu Yao arrived at the newspaper office, he sat on a chair and didn't feel any discomfort in his stomach. Maybe the porridge and medicine had worked. Fu Yao frowned thinking of this. He ran to the bathroom all night last night. His resistance must have knocked him down. It has nothing to do with porridge and medicine after being rescued.And the mastermind who gave him a stomachache was the editor-in-chief.

But after much deliberation, Fu Yao finally got some warmth from the editor-in-chief, a rare warmth.This kind of warmth even prevented him from asking the editor-in-chief whether the photos on the forum yesterday were real or not.

"What's wrong with you? Black eye sockets and pale face?" Zhang Shen put the key on the table and leaned over and asked concerned.

"Too much spicy food..." Fu Yao hid half of what he said.

"Ha, so you can't eat spicy food."

"I can't eat spicy food, what are you happy about?" Fu Yao gave Zhang Shen a blank look.

"Do you know that our editor-in-chief is really a hot-eating little expert. When he first came to Changzhou Evening News, he typed all over the place... Evening News is invincible." Zhang Shen also gave a decent thumbs up.

"Can you compete even if you eat spicy food?" Fu Yao didn't know why he kept talking so that Zhang Shen could continue.

"Of course," Zhang Shen said with an air of ignorance, "There are competitions when you eat hamburgers, there are competitions when you drink beer, and there are no competitions when you eat spicy food?"

"Okay, okay," Fu Yao responded repeatedly, "Isn't it eating chili?"

Zhang Shen frowned, "Vulgar! Boring!"

"On the night when the editor-in-chief arrived, the news and entertainment sections got together and went to a Sichuan restaurant, which was chosen by the editor-in-chief Han. The editor-in-chief looked calm and outrageous the first day he came here, not like the kind of person who loves spicy food The colleagues on the news page thought that Editor-in-Chief Han deliberately tricked him, so they found a Sichuan restaurant."

"When we arrived at the Sichuan restaurant, several of our colleagues discussed that we would inform the kitchen later and choose a few dishes with less chili peppers. Who knows, the editor-in-chief picked the spiciest dishes from the beginning to the end, and his expression remained calm. I saw that Editor-in-Chief Han was about to cry at the end of the meal, and he had to eat two bowls of rice before leaving the table with his face covered."

"Later we found out, who is the editor-in-chief Han? They have a good relationship. Editor-in-chief Han knew that the editor-in-chief likes spicy food, so he gave up his life to accompany the gentleman. Of course, we also gave up our lives. Later, the editor-in-chief became famous in Changzhou Evening News. Yes, there is a hot-blooded person on the social page who is quite dissatisfied when he hears about this, saying that he wants to have a meal with the editor-in-chief to compare."

Zhang Shen spread out his hands and said that the ending can be imagined, and the social version has no spicy or unhappy babies on the street.

Fu Yao was quite happy when he heard it, but when he mentioned spicy words, his mouth became tense, "Don't say it...you are all real heroes, don't die."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Zhang Shen comforted Fu Yao, and came over after a while, "You can't eat spicy food and still eat it, NOZUONODIE."

Fu Yao picked up yesterday's newspaper on the table and wanted to throw it in Zhang Shen's face.

Zhang Shen looked at the corners of Fu Yao's mouth that were still a little red, and suddenly thought of something, and approached mysteriously, "Did you have dinner with the editor-in-chief last night?"

"..."

Seeing Fu Yao acquiesced, Zhang Shen smiled twice with his mouth twisted.

"So what?" Fu Yao raised his eyebrows, but the corners of his eyes were still red, and he didn't have any momentum.

"It's nothing~" Zhang Shen stretched out his hand and touched the back of his head, "I just feel that some people are overestimating their abilities~"

The newspaper finally slapped the noisy Zhang Shen on the face.

And some people are not as comfortable as Fu Yao and the others. Han Xuyu entered the news page and found that Lu Chenqian hadn't come to work, so he went downstairs to call Lu Chenqian.

"What's the matter?" Lu Chenqian's lazy voice came over.

"Return to the club if you die." Han Xuyu was annoyed.

"No, you'd better die."

"I said before Lu Chen, people who have done something wrong know how to defend themselves. You are good. You didn't do anything. If others are fine, post a picture and post it on a forum. You don't see it, and you don't explain it. You really feel pity for others who casually make this falsehood true."

"Otherwise I'll go back again?"

"Okay, then you can P go back!" Han Xuyu was very angry, "You did not give up until the end when you were in the provincial newspaper. Where did you go? Now you have not said a word."

Han Xuyu yelled at the phone, but found that there was no voice on the other side. He wanted to call again to ask why he hung up the phone, but he pressed the phone and found that his phone was out of battery.

Han Xuyu frowned, put the dead phone in his pocket, and turned around to find Fu Yao standing behind him for an unknown how long.