editor in chief come after me

Fu Yao sat on a chair, holding his left arm with a pale face.That place had just been hacked and thirteen stitches had been done.Zhang Shen was asking the doctor what he needed to pay attention to when he got home.Fu Yao didn't listen too carefully, his arm hurt a little, he just wanted to let his mind go.

"You said you, my colleagues had dinner together, and you became like this just after you went out for a while." Zhang Shen shook the medicine list just prescribed by the doctor in his hand.

"Didn't I also think of it?" Fu Yao laughed twice, "Do you think it's not a big deal for me?"

"Isn't that a big deal? The doctor said that the scar is done. If you pull your sleeves in a fight in the future, who would dare to fight with you?" Zhang Shen sat down and took out his mobile phone without rushing to get the medicine. The editor-in-chief will make a phone call and send you back to your dormitory. If you hurt your arm in the middle of the night, don’t wander around outside."

Before Zhang Shen's number was dialed, Fu Yao jumped up and successfully stopped Zhang Shen in a deadly posture, "Don't tell the editor-in-chief and them."

"Ancestor! Don't move, just sew it up!" Fu Yao chuckled and stopped moving, "Speaking of your injury, you are a brave warrior who won the sword for justice. You might get some medical expenses if you report it. Why don't you tell me? said the editor-in-chief."

Zhang Shen has now turned on the taunting mode, saying a few words and even slapping him twice.Zhang Shen was angry that Fu Yao couldn't protect him and was injured. Fu Yao knew he was wrong, so he didn't dare to refute.

"It's not easy for everyone to get together for a meal. Don't get mixed up because of me." I heard that the editor-in-chief has been at the Evening News for two years, and this is the first time that everyone has gone out for dinner together. "Look, I'm not doing too well."

Zhang Shen snorted softly, "I don't know what you've got in your head." He neither agreed nor refused.

"It's okay if I agree," Zhang Shen stared at Fu Yao for a while, feeling that there was nothing to do, "Take three days of sick leave with the editor-in-chief, and go back to work when you look better."

With Fu Yao's death-defying personality, if Zhang Shen hadn't mentioned the matter of asking for leave, he probably wouldn't have thought about it, and would have to come to work wrapped in gauze tomorrow morning in a happy mood.

Fu Yao hesitated for a while, then nodded with difficulty, "Okay."

Sure enough, Zhang Shen did what he said, called the editor-in-chief, made up a joke about Fu Yao being drunk and then escorted him back to the dormitory, and just threw it away without embellishment and irresponsibility.The editor-in-chief didn't ask any more questions, and just told me to pay attention to safety on the road.

"Okay?" Fu Yao watched Zhang Shen put the phone in his pocket.

"I'll go get the medicine, and then send your ancestor home."

After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Zhao scolded him, and watched Jiang Zhao busy himself changing clothes and pouring hot water to take medicine. He worked until midnight before the two climbed into bed to sleep.

Fu Yao felt that his entire left arm was numb, and he was lying sideways on the upper bunk in the dormitory with difficulty. He hardly slept all night, and it was dawn when he was so dazed.

It's 07:30, the editor-in-chief should have woken up.

Before Jiang Zhao left, Fu Yao remembered that the phone was still in his pocket, "Jiang Zhao, help me get the phone down. I'll call the editor-in-chief and ask for two days off."

Jiang Zhao handed over the phone, Fu Yao flipped through it for a while, and dialed.

"Editor-in-Chief, I'm Fu Yao."

Fu Yao tried his best to make his voice as normal as possible, but when he thought that if he was found out, he would be prevaricated with a hangover, so he didn't force himself.

"What's wrong? Is it better?" Lu Chenqian asked a few times.

"It's nothing at all." Originally, Fu Yao planned to make up that he had a fever after a hangover, but he swallowed the words directly.

"Be careful in the future."

"Editor-in-Chief, I would like to ask for three days off. There are a few important classes in school these two days..."

"can."

"Thank you, editor-in-chief."

"Well, then hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yao felt relieved.

"I always think it's more convincing for you to say that your arm was injured," Jiang Yu muttered, and then he was a little worried, "I'm not in the dormitory during the day. Why don't you go home and stay for two days, and it's convenient for someone to take care of you."

"I didn't have a broken arm or leg. It's just a few stitches." Fu Yao felt relaxed, but seeing Jiang Yu's worried look, he said vaguely, "I might go. Don't worry."

Fu Yao climbed down from the bed, stumbling a bit, but finally got down. After washing up, he ate breakfast, put on a pair of sweatpants that were easy to wear, and left the dormitory.

He did have a lot of classes in the past three days, but they were not particularly important classes.They were all lectures that he was interested in, this time he had nothing to do, but he could run around in school without anything to do.

However, after only one day of happy little life, Liu Hui called and asked him to meet, saying that he wanted to have a meal together.

Liu Hui sent the restaurant's address and came over. Fu Yao was a little depressed, the location was a bit far away, but he couldn't drive her back when she was already here.After leaving the school gate, I took a taxi and reported the address.

After more than 20 minutes, he arrived at the door of the restaurant.This restaurant is very famous in Changzhou City, not because of its delicious food, but because of its high consumption.

Who would have thought that the person who prevaricates himself with potatoes and beans is the one who can afford this kind of restaurant meal.

There are several wooden tables outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, with huge parasols on them, which look very comfortable and fresh. Liu Hui is sitting on one of the wooden tables, flipping through the menu, pointing his fingers occasionally, and the waiter next to him Hastily did not dare to neglect to write down.

Fu Yao walked over, Liu Hui saw Fu Yao hurriedly beckoned him to sit down.

"Did not go to work today?"

"No, I'm on leave."

Even if you go to work, you don't have the self-knowledge to disturb others' work.This is what Fu Yao wanted to say, but he couldn't and wouldn't say it.He didn't say such things when he was young, and now that he's grown up, he won't go back and fight for quick tongue.

Liu Hui snorted, feeling like she had nothing to say, but fortunately the waiter brought the food, and she tried to get Fu Yao to eat two more bites.

"In the past two years, Yu Yu has made me worry a lot. He is not as good as you, and he always needs to be worried about." Liu Hui sighed, looked at Fu Yao's expression, and found that he didn't hear this and there was no unnecessary expression, and continued. Go on, "Mom wants to ask you something."

I finally said it out, and put on such a big show.

"After you finished the college entrance examination, that boy Yu Qian was going to die and not go to school. He took some money from home and ran outside. There was no news for more than three years, and he only came back five months ago. This time I want to stay in Changzhou Settle down in the city and find a job by the way.”

"I'm just an intern. I can't help with work." Fu Yao said truthfully.

Liu Hui quickly explained, "It's not about work. It's about housing and money. His father is still angry and refuses to take any money. I only have [-] in my card now. I know you have a house in Changzhou. Can you give it to your brother first, I will not give you a cent less."

Fu Yao laughed and didn't express his opinion.

"Yaoyao..." Liu Hui almost begged.

Fu Yao looked at Liu Hui, who was almost worried about his children, and felt like being touched by a cool hand in his heart.

"That's the house my dad bought for me. You didn't pay a penny."

"I won't give you any less." Liu Hui was still repeating that sentence.In her mind, money should erase everything else.

Fu Yao didn't speak any more, the atmosphere was very tense, and at the end Liu Hui left in a hurry after saying that it's time to get on the bus.

Fu Yao sat in front of the wooden table, looked at the barely moving dishes, then rubbed his wrists to relieve the numbness.

As soon as he rubbed it twice, his right arm was grabbed by someone, who came in a very oppressive manner.Fu Yao looked up along that hand, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

Got caught again.

How long has the editor-in-chief been standing here? Did the editor-in-chief hear the conversation between him and Liu Hui?The series of questions flashed by.

"Editor-in-Chief?" Fu Yao shrank back, and let go of his left arm with his right hand. The clothes he was wearing today were loose, and it was impossible to tell that the gauze was wrapped around his arm. "Why are you here?"

"The school has a very important class and needs three days off?" Lu Chenqian said slowly, looking at Fu Yao condescendingly.

"Yeah, I just came out to have a meal after class, ha ha."

Lu Chenqian looked at Fu Yao's apologetic smile, grabbed his right arm, and walked towards his car.

"Wait... wait."

Lu Chenqian didn't relax his hand at all, and Fu Yao felt that the editor-in-chief seemed a little unhappy.

"You didn't pay for the meal?" Fu Yao shook his head knowingly and didn't say wait, Lu Chenqian threw him into the co-pilot with satisfaction.

"Is there anyone in your dormitory now?" Lu Chen lit up the fire before asking, looking forward.

"No one, he's a top student studying in the city library." Fu Yao didn't quite understand what Lu Chenqian meant, so he had to answer truthfully.

"Where's your home?"

"what?"

Lu Chenqian took advantage of the red light and turned to look at Fu Yao, and said, "Give me your home address."

"No need... I'll just go back to the dormitory. There's still class tomorrow..." Fu Yao struggled.

"I think you should also sew thirteen stitches on your mouth. You are full of lies." Lu Chenqian deliberately bit the thirteen stitches, which was very suggestive.

Fu Yao stopped moving immediately, lay down on the back of the co-pilot, and read a string of addresses in admiration.

Until Lu Chenqian sent him downstairs, his face was still a little gloomy.

"Editor-in-chief, this is my fault. I will definitely not do it again in the future." Fu Yao didn't get out of the car, and dawdled on the co-pilot.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital to change your medicine, and wait for my call."

"No need," Fu Yao quickly shied away, "I'll just take the medicine at home, it's too time-consuming to go to the hospital."

Lu Chenqian didn't respond, so he opened the co-pilot's door for him and asked him to go down, and then he went down reluctantly, because the editor-in-chief hadn't responded to himself yet.

As soon as Fu Yao stood firm, the editor-in-chief's car door was closed, and then he backed up for a while, turned a corner and ran out of his sight.

Really confused, how could the editor-in-chief know about the thirteen needles.

Fu Yao stood on the spot and called Zhang Shen to ask for help.

"Have you really forgotten what we do? Your glorious deeds were written down by a reporter from the social page of the Evening News. The writing is quite good, and a photo is attached. Your heroic image of taking the knife from the gangster with your bare hands, It's on the newspaper, clearly. People in Manchang City have seen you now, and unfortunately the editor-in-chief has seen you too. When the time coincides, and you are coerced and lured to tell me the whole story, you should Is the editor-in-chief an idiot?"

Zhang Shen gave a long speech, but he also explained the matter clearly.

Fu Yao sighed. His description in front of the editor-in-chief this time has really become a sophist full of lies.

"The editor-in-chief is looking for you?"

"Just left."

"Ancestor, please be blessed!"

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