editor in chief come after me

"You started to be lazy when the editor-in-chief was away?" Han Xuyu touched the bridge of his nose, and his tone had returned to normal.

Hearing Han Xuyu's words, Fu Yao did not refute.He wasn't lazy in the first place, he was just going out to pick up a news and happened to meet Han Xuyu on the phone, and he was very interested in what Han Xuyu said on the phone.

"Editor Han was on the phone with the editor just now?"

Han Xuyu laughed, "You still dare to eavesdrop on my phone calls when the editor-in-chief is not here."

"If it's a P picture, find someone who can prove that P has passed, right?"

"Prove? Prove what? Prove that this picture is P's, and it's all fake?"

"After the editor-in-chief proves it, he can continue to come back to work."

The corners of Han Xuyu's mouth continued to hook upwards, and his arms were hugged together, showing no sign of agreement.

Fu Yao frowned, didn't he?

"Actually, the point is not these pictures that have been pornographic. Why did this incident happen like this? If there are pictures of the editor-in-chief and a woman acting intimately on the forum, what do you think?"

Fu Yao thought about what the other party would say next.

Han Xuyu touched the bridge of his nose again, "Let's just laugh it off, but it was revealed on the forum that it was the editor-in-chief and a man, and the result is that your editor-in-chief has successfully left the newspaper. The reason is that the other person is a man." , because the person who had sex with your editor-in-chief was a man."

"Even if it's a man, the photo is fake, so it can't be taken as real." Fu Yao interrupted Han Xuyu.He didn't know why Han Xuyu said on the phone that the editor-in-chief who hadn't responded had no momentum, but now he said such words.He was a little annoyed, and couldn't figure out what was the use of Han Xuyu telling himself these things.

Fu Yao only thought about it, as long as the editor-in-chief came back to work at the newspaper.Just know that the photos are fake.

"Don't think about it, your editor-in-chief will not prove that the photo has been uploaded."

Zhang Shen came out of the newspaper office and called Fu Yao, saying that he had already picked up his things and he should go to the news scene, and Fu Yao responded with a distant answer.

"The photo is fake. It's true that your editor-in-chief likes the same sex. What else are you explaining? Are you slapping yourself in the face?"

Fu Yao suddenly turned his gaze from Zhang Shen back to Han Xuyu's face.Han Xuyu smiled, and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch Fu Yao's hair.

Fu Yao took half a step back, and Han Xuyu stretched out his hand without any embarrassment, "Are you scared? Feel sick?"

Fu Yao didn't speak, Han Xuyu gave him one last glance and went upstairs.Zhang Shen started the car and drove to the door of the newspaper office, and stretched out his neck from the car to call him.Zhang Shen yelled twice before Fu Yao came back to his senses and got in the car.

It was past twelve o'clock after finishing the news, and the two found a roadside stall to eat something casually. There are no big shopping malls here, only intersecting alleys. The weather is very warm, and the two found a nearby alley to rest for a while.

"What are you thinking about? You haven't been in a good state this morning." Zhang Shen squatted on the ground and asked Fu Yao who was standing against the wall in a daze, "Do you still have a stomachache?"

After speaking, Zhang Shen stood up and looked around, "Buy some medicine, don't hold on."

"The stomach pain has been gone for a long time." Fu Yao's heart warmed and he patted Zhang Shen on the shoulder and pushed him back to the original squatting position.

"Then you still want to be the editor-in-chief?"

"..." Fu Yao was poked.

"I took a closer look at the saved photos last night, and all of them have been edited."

"Can you see that?"

"You think I've spent so many years in the newspaper office for nothing? The entertainment page should have noticed it a long time ago. Those people are all sharp-eyed." Zhang Shen felt a little numb in his feet, and immediately stood up and leaned against the wall with Fu Yao , "Everyone is very clear in their hearts, but the other editor-in-chiefs of the Evening News didn't say anything. We, the group of people, saw it and pretended not to see it."

Fu Yao lowered his head slightly, staring at the upper of the shoe.

"It's okay, the editor-in-chief and Editor-in-Chief Han have a good relationship. Editor-in-chief Han must have figured out a way."

Han Xuyu had nothing to do, Fu Yao thought.

Zhang Shen found out that Fu Yao didn't respond to such a long conversation. Zhang Shen felt that he seemed to have guessed wrong, and Fu Yao wasn't bothered by the editor-in-chief.No matter how you think about it, it's a bit frustrating.

"Okay, let's report back to the agency."

Fu Yao didn't meet Han Xuyu again throughout the afternoon. He always felt that he should answer Han Xuyu's last question, although he still didn't know how to answer it.

When Fu Yao came home at night, he could smell the aroma of food as soon as he entered the room. The editor-in-chief was busy in the kitchen.When Fu Yao changed his clothes and walked into the kitchen, the dishes were all ready to be plated, they were all light ingredients, and they looked good.

The editor-in-chief was serving porridge, and Fu Yao sat down at the dining table. He suddenly spotted a small notebook next to the induction cooker, and he leaned over to take a look.The recipe is copied in the small book, and the steps are very detailed. Apart from these, Fu Yao feels that the editor-in-chief's handwriting is very beautiful.

Lu Chen had already filled the porridge before passing by Fu Yao, and found that Fu Yao was looking at his recipe, "What other dishes do you like to eat, I will look up the recipe online tomorrow."

"Then write it down in this notebook?" Fu Yao clicked on the notebook in his hand, expressing his incomprehension to the editor-in-chief's behavior of copying it from the Internet and then copying it into the notebook.

Lu Chenqian raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise, what if the phone falls into the pot?"

With this impeccable reason, Fu Yao snapped the notebook shut as if angry, and returned to his seat at the dining table to drink porridge and vegetables honestly.

Lu Chenqian felt that Fu Yao's appearance was a bit funny, so he curled his mouth and said, "I'm used to it. I want to copy things with a pen when I see them. I used to copy Chinese books and novels when I was in school. In the past two years, I have been working hard. Copy newspapers."

"..." Fu Yao still expressed that he couldn't understand and didn't speak.

"The editor-in-chief stays at home on annual leave?" Fu Yao looked up from the bowl.

"Han Xuyu booked a plane ticket for me to go to Jiangnan for a few days and leave tomorrow."

"The editor-in-chief himself?"

Lu Chen was taken aback for a moment, and smiled, "Who else am I with if I'm not myself? I'm the only one in the newspaper office on vacation."

"No boy..." No boyfriend?

Fu Yao didn't know why he almost asked such a sentence.A clear knock on the door pulled Fu Yao back, and he immediately stood up and said, "I'm going to open the door."

Looking at the back of Fu Yao who was almost running away, Lu Chenqian said silently, "What if there is no man?"

When Fu Yao walked to the door, his mind was still blank and he opened the door. The people outside pushed Fu Yao aside with great force, and broke into the room without taking off his shoes.Fu Yao was pushed back two steps, and his back hit the partition of the door.

The person who broke into the house looked back at Fu Yao for a while, and Fu Yao frowned. The man was about forty years old, wearing a black coat, dirty jeans, reeking of alcohol, and his eyes were red. .

"You drink too much, give me your phone, and I'll help you contact your family." Fu Yao said calmly, and stretched out his hand.

The man ignored the hand in front of him, snorted coldly, and yelled at Fu Yao, "Where's Lu Chenqian? I'm looking for Lu Chenqian! I know this is his house!"

Fu Yao could guess the identity of this man.The editor-in-chief's recent events are inseparable from the person in front of him. He said too loudly, "This is my home. I don't know who Lu Chenqian is."

He hoped that Lu Chenqian in the kitchen would hear his voice and avoid coming out.

"I can find where Lu Chenqian lives with my eyes closed. What are you doing so loudly just now? It's fine if you don't tell me where he is. I'll find it myself."

Fu Yao pursed his lips and was stunned for a moment. From his angle, he just saw the editor-in-chief come out of the kitchen, and stood silently behind the man, who turned his back to the editor-in-chief.

"Are you looking for me?" Lu Chen's bangs rested on his forehead, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes drooping.

Hearing the familiar voice, the man turned around abruptly and took two steps forward.

"Lu Chenqian!" When the man called the editor-in-chief's name, he squeezed out words one by one through his teeth.

Fu Yao touched his pocket, but luckily he had his cell phone in his pajamas pocket, and he sent Zhang Shen the address of the editor-in-chief.Then he dialed Zhang Shen's number and hung up after he got through.Another text message was sent, telling him that if he didn't call him after 10 minutes, Zhang would report to the police.

"How dare you show up!"

"What do you want, Zhang Ke." Lu Chenqian asked unhurriedly.

Zhang Ke's ferociousness was in stark contrast to Lu Chenqian's calmness, and Lu Chenqian's attitude successfully angered Zhang Ke. Zhang Ke's clenched fists were bulging with veins, and he panted heavily, "What am I going to do?" So, what do I want..."

While panting, Zhang Ke repeated that Lu Chenqian was waiting for his next words. Zhang Ke took out something from the pocket of the black coat, raised his hand high and pierced Lu Chenqian's chest.

The moment the thing held in his hand was lifted high, a silver light flashed, and this light flashed into Fu Yao's eyes, and his mind was completely empty. His heart felt cold, and his body had already reacted.

Lu Chenqian over there calmly avoided Zhang Ke's wildly swinging dagger.Zhang Ke was very strong, but he was not professional. He stabbed in the direction of Lu Chenqian indiscriminately. In addition, the people in front of him were a little blurred after drinking, so he didn't touch Lu Chenqian at all for a while.

Zhang Ke's anger flared up again, and he stabbed Lu Chenqian fiercely in the stomach. It was at this time that Fu Yao finally found a chance to stand in front of Lu Chenqian.

Fu Yao stared at Zhang Ke's eyes.He thought that this person's target was Lu Chenqian, not him. As long as he played around properly, he should be able to survive until the police arrived.But he forgot that Zhang Ke had been completely controlled by his anger at this time, and he couldn't tell who was in front of him, killing people when he met people, and killing gods when he met God.

Fu Yao saw that the dagger was about to stab him in the stomach, his shoulder was pulled hard, his feet flew into the air and his body spun half a circle. Before his feet landed, he felt the hands on his shoulders increase the strength.

The hand on his shoulder suddenly slipped off his body as if he lost his strength, and Fu Yao turned his head to look at Lu Chenqian in horror.

Zhang Ke suddenly laughed sullenly twice, "You have today too." As he spoke, the blood-stained dagger fell from his hand to the ground.

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