editor in chief come after me

No one answered Han Xuyu's phone. No matter how I dialed, the editor's phone was turned off. It was almost early morning and there was still no news.Fu Yao thought of the bad look on the editor-in-chief's face before he left, and for a moment began to regret that he told the editor-in-chief that he would move out at night.

He instinctively felt that the editor-in-chief was unhappy because he said he was going to move out.Why is the editor-in-chief unhappy because of this, and why does he feel regret because of the editor-in-chief's mood? Fu Yao is also trying to avoid these two questions with instinct.

I couldn't sit still anymore, and wanted to go out to find the editor-in-chief. As soon as this year came out, Fu Yao took action.

Fu Yao put his mobile phone in his pocket and went out with some money.It is now 11:30, and there are few cars on the road, and one occasionally passes by.Fu Yao stood at the entrance of the community for a long time before taking a taxi.

"Master, go to the Sichuan restaurant on South Road."

The taxi driver answered his watch, glanced at Fu Yao from the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile, "Are you going to eat so late?"

"No, I'm going to find someone."

The master driver talked for a while, unwilling to be lonely, and Fu Yao listened absent-mindedly. Time passed quickly, and he arrived at the entrance of the Sichuan restaurant in a short while.Fu Yao paid the money, opened the door and got off the car, but a person came out of the shop, yawning and tiptoeing down the iron door that closed the shop.

The clerk closed the store door and was about to go home, when he bumped into Fu Yao head-on.

"Come here for dinner?" The clerk glanced at Fu Yao, and couldn't help but yawned again, "The store is closed, so come early tomorrow."

The clerk had already walked away, and Fu Yao stared at the Sichuan restaurant for a while, when a car horn sounded behind him.

"Get in the car, where are you going? It's hard to find another car at night, and I'll get off work after seeing you off."

"Thank you, master." Fu Yao got into the car.

"It's not that you don't give me money, thank you. Where are you going?"

"A newly opened Sichuan restaurant near Changzhou Evening News."

This time the Sichuan restaurant was not closed, the storefront was brightly lit, and there were many customers eating. Fu Yao walked to the front desk, "Is your boss here today?"

"The boss is not here today." The waiter spoke to Fu Yao politely, "What's the matter with you? I can tell the boss when he comes."

Fu Yao thanked him and said no.

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Yao rubbed her hair and walked out of Han Xuyu's Sichuan restaurant.

He was a little annoyed that he had lived with the editor-in-chief for several months, and he knew so little about the editor-in-chief.The editor-in-chief is gone, and he is no different from a headless chicken. The only thing he knows is these two Sichuan restaurants, and he knows nothing about the others.

I don't even know where to find someone.It seems that as long as the other party wants to cut off contact, they can immediately break up with him, as long as the editor-in-chief is willing.

This realization made him flustered for a while. Before he knew it, his legs became heavier and heavier, and it took a lot of effort to separate his feet from the road.

"Master, take me back." Perhaps the editor-in-chief is already at home, so he can only think so.

"Is this a friend quarreling?"

Just as Fu Yao was about to say that it wasn't the phone in his girlfriend's pocket, it rang. When he saw the contact, he took a breath and quickly picked it up.

"I didn't have my phone with me just now, so I saw you called me." Han Xuyu stood on the balcony and made up nonsense with a red face, "What do you want from me?"

"Is Editor-in-Chief Han with the Editor-in-Chief now?"

"Yes." Hearing the exact answer, Fu Yao breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed. He leaned his neck back and forgot to respond to the person opposite him.

Han Xuyu suddenly laughed lowly, "You are very worried about Lu Chenqian."

This is a declarative sentence, and this time Han Xuyu said the name of the editor-in-chief.

"Hmm..." Fu Yao couldn't find a reason to refute.

"You were Lu Chenqian's friend? It's easy to be misunderstood if you're so worried."

Fu Yao gritted his teeth, and heard the other side continue to say, "You haven't forgotten about Lu Chen's liking for the same sex before, and I don't know if you have been confessed by the same sex before. Are you not afraid? Are you sure about being friends with such a person?" ?”

"Me!" Fu Yao grabbed the corner of his clothes, wanting to argue.

Why you can, I can't.

He didn't realize at all that what he rejected was not that the editor-in-chief liked the same sex, nor was it Han Xuyu saying that he was worried about the editor-in-chief.It was only since tonight that he finally discovered that the editor-in-chief he wanted to be close to was actually far away from him.

He never paid attention to it carefully, but the unknown emotions have been led by the nose time and time again by the editor-in-chief.

"Don't get excited, I'm just joking with you." Han Xuyu's teasing voice came over, and the casual aggressiveness from the other party just now disappeared, as if it was really just a joke with him.

"Your editor-in-chief is sleeping like a dead pig now, don't worry, you don't have to wait for him to go to bed early."

"Okay, goodbye, then Editor-in-Chief Han." Fu Yao waited for the other end to hang up the phone. The contact person went to the editor-in-chief and dialed again, but the phone was still turned off. He knew it was turned off, didn't he?

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Fu Yao came home that night. He was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep. He closed his eyes and kept scrolling the pictures in his mind. Since he just entered the newspaper office and met the editor-in-chief for the first time...

Play back and forth slowly like a TV show.

He opened his eyes and looked at the drawn curtains. He dared to imagine how he would react if the editor-in-chief told him one day that he liked him.

Editor in chief?If this person tells him that he likes him.

He laughed, how could he think about this? Could it be that he really took Han Xuyu's joke seriously, stop making trouble, Fu Yao buried half of his face on the pillow.

But no matter how you evade, the answer is still ready to come out.What he can be sure of is that he will treat the editor-in-chief with a different attitude from Jiang Yu. The two people are different to him. Jiang Yu is a good friend, and the editor-in-chief... probably has always been an admirer. This kind of worship gradually changed its taste.

Worship is not asking for a response, but now he wants more things, these things have crossed the safety line...

It turned out that he had unrealistic...fantasies about the editor-in-chief.

When Fu Yao saw Lu Chenqian again, he was at the newspaper office.He went to the newspaper office with a pale face and no appetite for breakfast. At this time, Lu Chen was sitting in the office drinking coffee.

He stared at the editor-in-chief uncontrollably for a long time, watching him typing rapidly on the keyboard with his ten fingers, watching him occasionally raise his hand to rub his temples, watching him sip his coffee while blowing on the hot air.

Fu Yao pursed her lips. Did the editor-in-chief not sleep last night?

Zhang Shen observed Fu Yao for a while, and suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "What are you looking at, hurry up and finish today's task."

"Got it..." Fu Yao obediently turned his face to the computer.

The fingers of the people in the office paused on the keyboard for a long time before they started working again.Lu Chen hadn't drunk so much alcohol for a long time, and he didn't even know how he got to Han Xuyu's house last night. The advantage of being drunk is that he successfully got a head full of paste the next morning.

Even though there was nothing left in his mind, he could still clearly remember what Fu Yao said to him last night. Lu Chenqian took a sip of coffee helplessly, and the aroma of coffee was between his lips and teeth.Coconut milk is added to the coffee. This taste is mixed with sweetness and bitterness. No one can admit defeat. It gives him an illusion that one bite is sweet and the other is bitter, just like life.

What the next bite will taste like, who knows?

After Fu Yao had lunch with Zhang Shen, Zhang Shen took the equipment and went out. Fu Yao said he would follow, but Zhang Shen said that he would take someone else there today, so Fu Yao had to deal with the half-finished task at the newspaper office.

It's just that Zhang Shen came back just an hour after leaving, and stood at the door of the news board with a flushed face, and Ning Ye stood next to Zhang Shen with a displeased face.

"I said Ning Ye, you have to be shameless, you grab all the news, can you still distinguish the difference between the social page and the news page?" Zhang Shen stood at the door and pointed to Zhang Ye's nose, and said loudly.

Zhang Shen has a good temper, he usually jokes, and from time to time he likes to throw a few bad jokes.If it made Zhang Shen unhappy, Zhang Shen didn't care. He would say a few unpleasant words at most, but he was joking.It was the first time Fu Yao saw this guy looking angry.

"I have to talk to you, Editor-in-Chief Lu, about this matter. It's never your turn to talk to me." When talking about you, Ning also reached out and poked Zhang Shen's shoulder.

"Aren't you the editor-in-chief of the society page? Who knows what method you used to squeeze out the previous editor-in-chief." Zhang Shen was so angry that his neck turned red.

Fu Yao didn't have a good impression of Ning either. Last time, he made things difficult for the editor-in-chief at the Sichuan restaurant, but this time he found the entrance of the news section.

"Is the editor in chief able to interrupt our work?" Fu Yao lightly threw out a sentence, which immediately attracted Ning Ye's gaze, and Ning Ye suddenly smiled when he saw Fu Yao's appearance. The newcomer who spoke at a Sichuan restaurant for the first time said, "I think you look familiar."

"I don't know you well. If you're okay, can you not stand at the door to block our Feng Shui." Fu Yao said lightly.

The door to announce the list was pushed wide open, and Lu Chenqian stood inside, "Why are you arguing outside, come in."

Ning also took the lead into the office triumphantly. Zhang Shen touched his stiff neck and threw the device on his desk.Zhang Shen glanced at Fu Yao who had returned to work, smiled softly and said, "You are still so courageous, you have a backer at first glance, boy, is there someone up there?"

Just now, he was in a state of exasperation, but within three seconds, he was able to throw cold jokes casually again.Zhang Shen got a blank stare, "Get out."

Zhang Shen put away his smile and entered the office.Fu Yao's gaze chased after him, but it was a pity that Zhang Ke closed the door after entering the room, so he couldn't see or hear anything.

I'll ask Zhang Shen later when he comes out, Fu Yao thought so, but soon he found that his method wouldn't work, because Zhang Shen came out less than 2 minutes after entering.

Only the editor-in-chief and Ning Ye are left in the room.

Lu Chenqian sat on the swivel chair, propping his chin with his hand, "Editor Ning, if you have anything you want to say, say it today, don't just squeeze two or three sentences at a time."