editor in chief come after me

Fu Yao typed the last full stop on the keyboard, clicked save, and leaned back on the back of the chair, feeling a little comfortable.It was already twelve o'clock at noon, and the people in the newspaper office had all gone to eat after get off work. He didn't plan to go back to the dormitory today, and planned to make instant noodles in the newspaper office to solve it.

He took out a bucket of braised beef-flavored noodles from the drawer, and ran to the hot water to indirect hot water.Back on his seat, he took out the plastic bag in the drawer, which contained the disinfectant swabs and gauze he bought two days ago.

Put them on the table one by one, cut the gauze in advance, and then he started to pull up the sleeves and untie the gauze tied on his arm.The process was not difficult, but it was a bit clumsy and the wound would inevitably bleed a little. He wiped it for a while, and then tied the gauze in a decent manner.

When he finished placing his arms, the instant noodles were a bit cold, and the noodles were all stacked together. He had no choice but to stir it with a plastic fork, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Surprisingly good taste.

As soon as Lu Chenqian went upstairs, he saw Fu Yao gorging on instant noodles, and frowned slightly.

"Editor, are you back so early?" Fu Yao greeted Lu Chenqian with a fork in his hand.

Fu Yao shifted his attention from instant noodles to people only when he heard footsteps. Lu Chenqian's footsteps were very iconic, and every step was calm and unhurried.And the most important thing is that this person is his boss. Fu Yao has been in the newspaper office for three months, so he is very familiar with this footsteps.

"Just eat this?"

Fu Yao groaned, and said with a smile, "I'm too lazy to go downstairs, this is quite delicious."

Lu Chenqian didn't speak this time and went back to his office.Fu Yao tilted his head for a while, and really felt that the editor-in-chief's thoughts were really hard to guess, but after thinking about it for a few seconds, he concentrated on solving his instant noodles again.

After the lunch break, Fu Yao was a little drowsy after eating, so he tried to pull himself together.Zhang Shen next to him muttered something, hung up the phone, and then continued to dial the phone persistently.Even if Fu Yao fainted, he knew what Zhang Shen was doing.

Call acquaintances and ask if there is any news.

Zhang Shen has a special notebook with densely packed phone numbers, most of which are a surname followed by a parenthesis indicating gender.As for the reason...

Zhang Shen next to him unconsciously explained the reason for the gender label.

"Miss Qiu, is there any reliable news today..." Hearing Zhang Shen say a few more words with a smile, he hung up the phone and continued to flip through his little notebook.

In fact, everyone in the newspaper office has a small notebook with phone numbers written on it.Fu Yao also has it, Zhang Shen's is Fu Yao's.

Fu Yao sometimes felt quite boring, but when he heard Zhang Shen next to him like a repeater, he thought it was very interesting over and over again, so he laughed out of nowhere and got hit on the head immediately.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao, you can get news out of your mouth just by smiling. Come here quickly."

"Oh..." Fu Yao squinted his eyes and stretched out his voice, and approached with the landline dedicated to the newspaper on his desk.

The two of them fought desperately, the number keys on the landline slapped, Zhang Shen's face finally bloomed into a big flower, and he hung up the phone and winked with Fu Yao.The two went out happily, as for what kind of news it was...

Early the next morning, Fu Yao went to work and sat at his desk to read yesterday's social page. He and Zhang Shen only occupied a corner, and the font of the title was quite large.

Firefighters rescued the chinchilla who was about to jump off the building.

Our reporter: Fu Yao, an intern of Zhang Shen

The more Fu Yao looked at it, the more awkward he felt, and then he stretched out a finger to cover the word "intern", and then he felt at ease.

He turned over and took a look at the largest page. It was an exclusive interview with a character, with thousands of words and dense words. After reading the whole article, he couldn't help but want to give this person a thumbs up.

Fu Yao habitually reads yesterday’s newspaper every morning. After reading it for two consecutive months, he is very familiar with the writing style of his colleagues in the social edition. In the third month, he started not to read the author’s name. After reading the article, he used to guess Yes, it can be regarded as a kind of self-entertainment.

Although sometimes guess wrong, but the wrong case is rare.After reading this article, he couldn't think of a single name.

"Who do you think wrote this article?" Fu Yao handed the newspaper to Zhang Shen.

Zhang Shen raised his eyes and looked at the two lines, "Our reporter Lu Chenqian." After speaking, he handed the newspaper back.

Fu Yao was too unfamiliar with this name, so he just wanted to ask Lu Chenqian who he was.Suddenly remembering that the editor-in-chief's surname is Lu, he asked in surprise, "Written by the editor-in-chief?"

"That's right, besides the editor-in-chief, who else can write this kind of stuff." Zhang Shen gave Fu Yao a blank look with disgust, "The editor-in-chief can also write manuscripts, but not too many."

"Oh..." Fu Yao understood, holding the newspaper and reading it again.But I couldn't calm down in my mind, and I read that character interview over and over again.

At noon, Fu Yao took the initiative to go downstairs for dinner with Zhang Shen.In fact, he had been thinking about it all the time, and wanted to ask Zhang Shen something about the newspaper's past, preferably related to the editor-in-chief.

As soon as he walked downstairs and exited the gate of the newspaper office, the editor-in-chief's car lay across the door, and the window was pushed down, revealing the editor-in-chief's face.

Zhang Shen greeted with a smile, and Fu Yao narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"Get in the car." Lu Chenqian said something succinctly, seeing that both of them were stunned outside the door, he immediately added, "Get in the car, I'll take you to change your medicine."

Fu Yao quickly waved his hand, "No need, I already..."

Zhang Shen came to his senses immediately, and directly helped the editor-in-chief push the person onto the co-pilot. Before Fu Yao could say anything, he saw Zhang Shen standing outside the car and waving goodbye to him.

"I've already changed the medicine." Fu Yao muttered in a very low voice.

Lu Chenqian didn't even look at him, let alone listen to him.Fu Yao didn't speak after muttering, and kept cursing Zhang Shen in his heart, he was the No.1 in the world for selling his teammates.

This time Lu Chen didn't go to the hospital, but found a clinic.The restroom is not big, but it is very clean, and there are people there at noon.

Lu Chen went to register, and Fu Yao was pulled into the room by the medical staff to remove the gauze. The wound was a little cracked, bleeding and solidified, even the gauze was stuck to it, and there was a dark red piece on the gauze.

"Why don't you pay attention to the broken arm, the wound is a little cracked." The medical staff put down Fu Yao's arm, turned around to get the medical cotton, and kept talking, "Did you carry something heavy, or bumped somewhere?"

Fu Yao didn't want to answer at first, but when he saw the medical staff, he didn't intend to stop at all. Before the editor-in-chief came back, it was best to silence the medical staff immediately.I had no choice but to whisper, "I changed my medicine myself yesterday."

I thought I would be able to escape this catastrophe, but the voice of the medical staff was even higher, it was almost a soprano, "You changed the medicine yourself? Did you change the medicine yourself just a few days after the stitches?"

Fu Yao felt a chill down his spine, "Hush your voice, don't let him hear you." Fu Yao folded his hands and begged the medical staff for mercy.

The medical staff took the medical cotton to stick the medicine on and walked over. Just as they were about to say something, they immediately shut up when they saw the person standing at the door.

That man really lowered the air pressure in the whole room by a couple of points. The medical staff took the medical cotton soaked in liquid medicine and slowly pressed it against the place where the meat and gauze were stuck together.

Fu Yao's arm trembled a little, and the next moment he felt that his arm was being grasped by someone. Turning his face to the side, it was the editor-in-chief.

And it is worth mentioning that the editor-in-chief seems to have a little bit of depression.

Later, the medical staff whispered in the editor's ear, saying that they must not change the dressing by themselves next time, and the frizzy wound opened.Fu Yao couldn't stop her even if she wanted to, so she stood aside even more depressed, and pulled down her sleeves to cover the re-tied gauze.

Lu Chenqian thanked the medical staff, pulled Fu Yao who was still sitting on the bed, and walked out.

This was the second time Fu Yao was dragged away by Lu Chenqian. This time he was more experienced and did not try any form of struggle.After walking a few steps, he was stuffed into the car. Fu Yao's cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller and frowned tightly.

He picked it up without speaking.At this time, Lu Chenqian also got into the car from the other side.

"Yaoyao..." Liu Hui's voice came over.

Fu Yao hummed coldly, and Liu Hui seemed to want to lay the groundwork first, and asked, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Not yet, just going."

"Oh," Liu Hui responded, and the two fell silent.In fact, Liu Hui was still thinking about what happened last time, "Mom still wants to tell you about your brother's going to Changzhou, the house. Mom has borrowed some money now, and I will give you the money first, and I will figure out other ways."

"There are many newly built communities in Changzhou."

"Can……"

"The housing prices in different locations are different. If there is a problem in this regard, I can also help."

Liu Hui wanted to interrupt, but Fu Yao's tone was too cold, and the words were too coherent.This was the first time she heard Fu Yao say such a long word, to her.

"But it's best not to look for me during working hours. I'm just an intern. And the house my dad gave me, I won't give it to you."

Liu Hui was a little trembling after hearing this, she heard the other end sigh, asking her if there was nothing else, he was going to hang up.

"Fu Yao, you still owe me."

"Huh?" Fu Yao smiled.This is quite ironic. He didn't know until he was 23 years old that he still owed her.

It seems that the words to be said have been thought out in advance, and the heart will not jump when they say them.

"It's as if you repaid my upbringing and gave the house to your brother."

Fu Yao grabbed the hem of his jacket, then let go suddenly and said, "I will pay you back."

Lu Chenqian had already parked his car in front of a small restaurant, and turned to look at Fu Yao.Fu Yao is used to turning the volume of the phone's receiver to the loudest, and Liu Hui's voice is not low.All the content of this phone call was poured into Lu Chenqian's ears.

"Get out of the car and eat." Lu Chen didn't say anything else before getting out of the car.

Fu Yao got out of the car and followed Lu Chen.

The things that he has been unable to speak out, the things that he has been wrapping and covering up with all his strength.Finally removed the last fig leaf.

This feeling is like being stripped of your clothes and thrown on the street full of pedestrians. Even if no one is watching and no one is laughing at you, the shame and powerlessness make people want to escape repeatedly.

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