editor in chief come after me

After Fu Yao and Zhang Shen cleaned up the house, it was already dark. Zhang Shen was called home for dinner by his family. Before leaving, he suggested that Fu Yao go with him. Fu Yao shook his head and pushed Zhang Shen out the door.

There were still some odds and ends that hadn't been sorted out. Fu Yao opened the interlayer of the suitcase and placed some gadgets on the window sill of the room. In the interlayer, besides the gadgets, were the old newspapers that Ning Ye gave him last time.

Fu Yao sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through old newspapers. A piece of paper fell from the middle of the newspaper to the ground. The paper was filled with red pen. Fu Yao bent down to pick it up. The handwriting on the paper was very familiar to Fu Yao. , and there was only one person Fu Yao knew who habitually wrote with a red pen.

He held the corners of the paper in front of him with both hands.The words on the paper are very clear, the writer slowed down the writing speed, the pens that were originally beautiful even became less, and the neat ones did not exceed the distance between the original lines on the paper.

This stack of newspapers has been placed on the table in the room by Fu Yao. When did the editor-in-chief clip the papers in it?Fu Yao hasn't seen the editor-in-chief these days. He came back very late, and when did the editor-in-chief write this paper?

Fu Yao folded the paper and put it under the pillow, feeling a little annoyed why he could be distracted while looking at a piece of paper, and continued to pack his things helplessly, but he couldn't help but think about the editor-in-chief, he comforted himself, maybe it was like this at the beginning, Once the time is long, there will be nothing left. Time is such a powerful thing that black hair can be turned into white hair. If you just like someone, how long can it last.

But Fu Yao seemed to underestimate his own thoughts.

The new residence and Zhang Shen's home were just two buildings away. This time, Fu Yao and Zhang Shen got tired of being together no matter whether it was at work or after get off work. His colleagues laughed that the two of them were almost conjoined twins.

Zhang Shen was very proud of this, "Naturally, we have been in love since we were young, and I am a big brother..."

Zhang Shen always talked nonsense about this point, and he didn't need to write a draft. If he didn't interrupt, he reckoned that he could talk from beginning to end in one breath, and the story could continue.

"I don't see you two looking like each other. My younger brother looks so good. What about my elder brother?" A colleague objected, rubbed his chin and began to look around Zhang Shen and Fu Yao.Zhang Shen was full of complacency and waited for the compliment, but his colleague frowned slightly and commented: "It's too ugly."

"Fuck you, I can't finish with you! You hurt me so much." Zhang Shen said such cruel words, but there was a strong smile on his face.

Zhang Shen talked with his colleagues for a while because of this sentence, and the atmosphere was very good.In such an atmosphere, Fu Yao's condition is much better than when he was at home. He is looking forward to going to work these days.When there are many people, he can still appear normal, and now he can only see the editor-in-chief at the newspaper office.

The editor-in-chief's office door was left open, and he sat inside with a pen and sketched something on the paper.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Shen didn't know when he had had enough trouble with his colleagues, so he nudged Fu Yao with his elbow.

Fu Yao withdrew his eyes in a panic, holding back something that burst out inadvertently in his eyes, "I didn't see anything."

"What are you looking at if you don't read anything?" Zhang Shen refused to let go, and deliberately raised his eyebrows to look into the editor-in-chief's office. "I don't know what the editor-in-chief is doing. It seems that he is not in a good mood."

Isn't the editor in a good mood?The editor-in-chief frowned slightly, and there was no smile on the corner of his mouth, and even the words seemed to have become less.

When Fu Yao realized that he had shifted his eyes to the editor-in-chief again, the corners of Zhang Shen's mouth almost reached his ears, and his expression was unpredictable.

"boring……"

At noon in summer, it's hot as hell, and even on cloudy days, the air is still hot and sticky to the whole body, no matter how hard you drive it, you can't drive it away.Fu Yao felt as if he was wrapped in boiling water, and the further he walked, the more he felt that he was getting acquainted.

There is a green tree every short distance on the side of the road, and the green leaves on the branches are motionless as if painted.At noon in this summer, there is not even a little wind.There were not many people on the street, no one spoke, everyone was in a hurry, only Cicada, who was hiding among the green leaves, made an agreement, stirring the boiling water, howling one after another.

At least Fu Yao thought it was howling. If it was accompanied by lines, it would be so hot, so hot...

He was the only one eating lunch today, Zhang Shen was called out temporarily, and lunch was settled outside casually.He didn't plan to eat it at first, but he was a little hungry later, and his hunger urged him out of the newspaper office.He felt that a long time had passed, and he had been gone for a long time, but when he looked back, the door of the newspaper office was still so close to him.As soon as it gets hot, even the movement becomes slow. Could it be that it has heated up and turned into a snail.

The snail that was heated on the side of the road was patted, and Fu Yao only felt dizzy and turned his head away for a moment to wake up.

Han Xuyu had a refreshing face, short-sleeved shorts and sandals, standing behind him coolly, with his hands still on his shoulders.Standing next to Han Xuyu was naturally the expressionless Lu Chenqian.Fu Yao noticed that Lu Chen was staring at Lu Chenqian's face over and over again, and after looking at it for a while, he might also realize that something was wrong with him, so he immediately turned his face away.

Looking at Fu Yao's pale face, Lu Chenqian couldn't help feeling a little worried, but he couldn't find any reason to speak for the time being.

When three people met, two of them remained silent, and the heavy responsibility of speaking fell on Han Xuyu, but fortunately, Han Xuyu was very good at this.

"It's just right, your editor-in-chief will leave it to you, take him to have lunch."

Fu Yao pursed his lips, not quite understanding why Han Xuyu did this, and also felt dizzy from being hit by something.

"I have something to do at noon, so I left first. It's almost time, so I won't dawdle with you." Han Xuyu looked at his watch, not allowing the two of them to talk and wave their hands before leaving.

After Han Xuyu walked a few steps, he turned his head and glanced at the two people who were still standing there, and curled up his mouth helplessly, good brother, there is only so much I can help!

Opportunities need to be created, don't take them carelessly!Han Xuyu has always been very sensitive about feelings. Just looking at Fu Yao's appearance just now, he is afraid that he has already thought about something that should not be done to Lu Chenqian, and Lu Chenqian is now in a huge panic. , I can't see Fu Yao's change at all.

Two idiots, Han Xuyu rolled his eyes, evaluating the two of them in his heart.Han Xuyu turned a corner, put his hands in his pockets and walked forward casually, thinking in his heart, what should he eat alone at noon?

Lu Chenqian, if you come out to mess around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later. You owe me too much. Han Xuyu hummed a few lines, and he was in a good mood.

The atmosphere here is as stuffy and hot as today.

"Go home and find some antipyretic medicine, your face is very ugly." Lu Chenqian still expressed concern and broke the silence.

Fu Yao touched his face, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, "Is there?"

Fu Yao didn't care too much, and switched to other topics, "Editor-in-Chief, are you going to eat Sichuan food?"

"Just eat whatever you want." When Lu Chenqian heard Fu Yao mentioning Sichuan cuisine, his heart moved slightly, and then he refused with the same expression.

Fu Yao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the weather had turned cold, and his fingertips felt a little cold. Because he didn't want to eat with him, he could refuse any Sichuan dishes he liked.

Lu Chenqian was surprised by Fu Yao's obvious frustration, and said, "I have a bad stomach, I eat Sichuan food at noon, do you still want to go to work in the afternoon?"

It seems that there is nothing to do with him, Lu Chenqian said again: "If you want to eat, I will take you there next time."

The two had a simple lunch in a small shop across the street from the newspaper office. Fu Yao was in a good mood, because no matter what the editor-in-chief said, he would completely understand that the editor-in-chief was concerned about himself.I just don't know when the next time the editor-in-chief said will be.

The editor-in-chief has always kept his word, so it shouldn't be just casual talk.

Lu Chenqian watched Fu Yao put food into his mouth in a good mood, and his heart was like a disturbed lake.Fu Yao's hair was a bit long. When he lowered his head, Lu Chen couldn't see Fu Yao's eyes, only the part where his nose was down.

Even so, Fu Yao was still pretty.It looks good and makes him feel good every time he looks at it. This kind of power should not be underestimated.

For the past few days, Lu Chenqian dragged Han Xuyu to find a place to sit outside until eleven o'clock, and then dragged his exhausted body back home. At this time, Fu Yao was usually asleep, and he was sleeping soundly.

Lu Chenqian habitually entered the room and sat down beside Fu Yao's bed with light steps.Taking advantage of the moonlight slanting into the room from a small corner of the curtain, he saw Fu Yao's face clearly, touched Fu Yao's outline with his eyes over and over again, and secretly cursed himself as a pervert in his heart.

Sometimes Lu Chenqian couldn't help reaching out to touch Fu Yao's hair, it was soft, just like Fu Yao, Lu Chenqian retracted his hand after touching it twice, he was really not sure if he would not stop Nervously, he hugged Fu Yao into his arms.

Lu Chenqian thought he was a brave person, if not for that, he would not have messed with Zhang Ke and was kicked out of the provincial newspaper, but now he is hesitant.He is not afraid of being rejected, nor is he afraid that he will really end up with Jiang Yu.These are not within the scope of his consideration.

He is five years older than Fu Yao, and he is already in his thirties, but Fu Yao still has a childish look on his face.Fu Yao is very young, very lively, and can do whatever he wants for many years, unlike him.He wants to be stable, because he has no time to squander, but Fu Yao is different, he can make mistakes and turn back.

But Lu Chenqian could only make mistakes again and again.What if, if they could really be together, Lu Chenqian kept making mistakes, but Fu Yao didn't want the prodigal son to turn back, and what about him?The generous waving goodbye is still hysterical hatred.

He had seen another person's confession to Fu Yao, and knew how Fu Yao silently defeated that person.

Such a person, Lu Chenqian likes, he wants to get close but feels that he should stay away.He coveted Fu Yao, from the beginning to now, every concern, every connivance and every reprimand came from emotions beyond friendship.

Lu Chenqian looked at Fu Yao's face, and began to think about why he fell in love with this person, just because of this face, doesn't it seem?Or is it because Dad always insists on mentioning this outstanding student in front of him?Or was it because he cared about Fu Yao from the very beginning?

Maybe these are some of the elements. He only knew that Fu Yao was fatally attractive to him. At the beginning, Fu Yao was very ordinary and ordinary, but he had a good skin and good grades in school.

But later, Lu Chenqian and Fu Yao got closer and closer, Fu Yao's various behaviors, every time he likes to take all the mistakes and troubles on himself, always thinking not to cause trouble for others, but in the end it caused a bigger problem unnecessary trouble.Such a person is smiling every day, turning around in front of Lu Chen, like a top, running the train with his mouth all the time, always making various excuses close to sophistry, and lying is even easier to make up, with a perfect ability' False and real', Fu Yao always has the ability to make him angry.

In fact, apart from anger, it is more distressed.

Fu Yao's smile makes people feel very comfortable; when lying and sophistry, he will clenched the corners of his clothes tightly, and the corners of his eyes are slightly moist and feel wronged;

Lu Chen counted for a long time, and found that he had actually scolded Fu Yao in his heart.

"What's so good about you...I like you so much." Lu Chenqian sighed.