editor in chief come after me

Lu Chenqian took out the key from his pocket, opened the door, entered the room, pulled up his collar, and took off his shoes.

Fu Yao held the door with one hand, but did not go in for a long time.Lu Chenqian changed his slippers and walked into the dark house, ignoring the people behind him.Fu Yao was a little depressed. In the current situation, whether he will enter or not is a question.

Just listening to a slight sound in the dark, the house is lit up. The light is not pure white, but warm, much like the color of dusk.Lu Chenqian turned on to turn on the light, and when Fu Yao saw Lu Chenqian again, he had already walked in front of Fu Yao, with a pair of slippers sandwiched between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, new ones with the labels still on them.

"Come in." Lu Chen put the slippers on the ground before him.Behaving in a simple and rude manner, he stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Yao into the room, and closed the door by the way.

Fu Yao leaned back, his back pressed against the door, feeling a little nervous for no reason, "Well, my luggage is still downstairs, I'll go get it."

"There are spare toiletries at home. I won't lose my luggage, and I'll pick it up tomorrow." Lu Chenqian said without doubt, then turned and went into the kitchen.

It was really impeccable, Fu Yao looked at the doorknob, unscrewed it to go out, looked at it for a long time, bent down and took off his shoes helplessly, and then put on slippers.

Fu Yao dragged on his slippers and passed the partition in front of the door before he could see the whole picture of the living room clearly.

The black European-style modern sofa starts from a corner of the wall, blocking the entire wall behind with awe-inspiring posture.A light gray carpet is laid in front of the sofa, and a carved wooden coffee table is placed in the middle of the carpet.

There is a TV hanging directly opposite the sofa, and the TV wall behind it is not known whether it is a wallpaper or something. A gray line extends from below to above the TV, and then extends from all directions, posing an action similar to blooming.

A potted plant was placed near the TV on the balcony, about one meter high.Fu Yao had never seen this plant before, but he guessed it was a tree, otherwise why would it grow so tall.The whole living room is painted with a layer of warm colors, which feels surprisingly warm.

The editor-in-chief really knows how to enjoy it. Fu Yao took another look carefully, eager to look into the room, and began to think about what the editor-in-chief's room looked like.But he quickly suppressed his own thoughts, curiosity killed the cat, it's better for him to stay calm.

Fu Yao sat down on the sofa and stared at the coffee table without moving.Lu Chenqian saw Fu Yao's appearance when he came out of the kitchen. He put the water on the coffee table a little amusedly, and pushed it to Fu Yao's line of sight.

"There is no drink at home. I just boiled some water." Fu Yao took a sip from the cup, then put it down, and continued to hold the cup with both hands, "I'll prepare the toiletries for you. First, take a look at the room. The one next to the kitchen between."

Fu Yao let out an oh, and followed Lu Chenqian to stand up.Fu Yao followed Lu Shenqian's instructions to that room, and pressed the switch, and the room lit up.

There is a double bed in the room, next to the double bed is a simple wooden table, and above the table is a row of bookshelves filled with books.

The curtains are drawn, they look thick, and the color is warmer.A desk lamp was placed in the empty space between the curtains and the double bed, and the shape was unexpectedly beautiful.Fu Yao walked over and pressed the switch of the desk lamp. There were several colors inside, but he suddenly found it very interesting and kept pressing it.

"How do you feel?" came a sudden voice from behind.

Fu Yao was startled, and the back of his neck stiffened.It took a while to slow down and touch his chest. The culprit behind him didn't feel guilty at all, and came over to pat him with a smile, but Fu Yao didn't feel apologetic from this move, which was clearly an extra insult .

Lu Chenqian didn't care too much, and put the pajamas in his hand on the bed, "This pajamas should be just right for you to wear."

Fu Yao glanced at the pajamas, then looked at Lu Chenqian from head to toe.Lu Chenqian was seven or eight centimeters taller than him. If he said that Lu Chenqian's pajamas were just right, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed.

Fu Yao looked at Lu Chenqian's sincere eyes, and silently guessed in his heart, maybe he took out the pajamas he had in high school to wear for himself? !

Is it really okay to laugh at people like this?

Fu Yao moved his butt and shook the pajamas a few times.The number is the same as his, and the color is gorgeous and has not faded.This flick didn't matter, but the pattern on the pajamas really shocked him. When the pajamas were folded, it looked solid, but in fact the fabric of the pocket was densely packed with small strawberry patterns.

"Editor-in-chief, did you like this in high school?" Fu Yao was shocked, he pinched the little strawberry.

Lu Chenqian looked at the densely packed little strawberries and paused, "It's not mine. A friend came to stay at home and forgot to take it away."

Fu Yao didn't think deeply about what friends would wear such pajamas, and would leave them at Lu Chenqian's house and forget to take them away.He also didn't notice Lu Chen's pause before.For now, he just needs to know that this little strawberry pajamas does not belong to his serious, introverted, noble and glamorous editor-in-chief.

"I think so too." Fu Yao silently put the pajamas back on the bed, and muttered in a low voice.

That night, after Fu Yao tried the jacuzzi at Lu Chenqian's house, he changed into pajamas full of little strawberries.He took out a towel and sat on the bed to wipe his hair after he came out of the bathroom.

His hair is very thin, so he usually doesn't use a hair dryer, and the weather is already hot, adding the hot air from the hair dryer is just asking for trouble.He basically wipes dry by hand all year round.He was having a great time wiping, his hair was blown to one side by a gust of hot wind.

Fu Yao just wanted to raise his face, but the wind rushed towards his face, making him bow his head.The wet hair was rubbed twice by the editor-in-chief's hands, and then the hot wind kept changing directions and blowing down his hair back and forth. After a while, the hair was dry, and the editor-in-chief turned off the power of the hair dryer.

Fu Yao reached out and touched the hair twice, and it was completely dry, without any feeling of wetness.It's just that the editor-in-chief was too difficult to figure out, so he automatically went to him to blow-dry his hair, and then he heard the editor-in-chief muttering to himself, "I bought a new one, I didn't expect it to be pretty good."

The corner of Fu Yao's mouth twitched immediately, and he tried it with his head if he dared.How could the editor-in-chief condescend to blow his hair? Sure enough, there was an extraordinary reason for it.Now that this reason is known to him, he just wants to say, it really is very special!

Early the next morning, Fu Yao woke up very early.

He actually found himself a little nervous, lying on the bed staring up.After more than 20 minutes, there was a sudden sound in the living room. It seemed that someone was putting on shoes at the door, and the sound was deliberately lowered.

Fu Yao pulled the slippers to open the door, and he saw that Lu Chenqian had already put on his clothes, indeed he was wearing shoes, but Lu Chenqian had already put on his shoes and was about to go out.

Lu Chenqian heard the sound of the door opening, and turned around to see Fu Yao coming out of the room, still wearing the pajamas from last night.

For a moment, Lu Chenqian had an illusion. He was stunned for a moment, and a strange idea came up in his heart, this pajamas should be thrown away, it shouldn't be worn by anyone anymore, it should have died long ago.

"Didn't sleep well?"

Fu Yao shook his head. He had no dreams all night, but he woke up earlier.

"where to?"

"Go downstairs and bring your luggage up."

"Wait for me." Fu Yao quickly returned to the room and began to take off his pajamas. In less than 2 minutes, he changed his clothes and followed Lu Chenqian downstairs.

This time, Lu Chen found a bag to put Fu Yao's odds and ends together, and the two of them carried them all upstairs.

This morning, Fu Yao had the most normal breakfast he had ever eaten.

Not only are the dishes ordinary, but the taste is also surprisingly ordinary.It's like soaking in warm water, without even a little salty taste.Fu Yao just ate a tasteless dish and put a bowl of rice into his mouth.

Lu Chenqian on the opposite side ate half a bowl very calmly, but then he really couldn't eat any more.

Fu Yao didn't bother to expose it, but secretly made up his mind.

During lunch, Fu Yao didn't eat with Zhang Shen, and borrowed Zhang Shen's car to go out.

When it was time for work in the afternoon, Fu Yao came back, out of breath.

Zhang Shen came over with a smirk on his face, "Where did you go? Still driving." Fu Yao threw the car keys on Zhang Shen's desk, raised his eyebrows, and looked unpredictable.

"Tell me quickly, or I will definitely not borrow your car next time." No matter what Zhang Shen thought, he still felt that Fu Yao had something to do recently, and it was a good thing. Seeing his flushed face, this is the movement of the red luan star.

Fu Yao raised his eyebrows again, and said, "Don't think you're the only one with a car."

Zhang Shen was anxious, pointed at Fu Yao, and cursed four words, "I hate the poor and love the rich!"

After a while, he spit out a series of machine guns, "Aren't you looking down on my Nissan, it's not high enough. Hurry up, I'll install an Audi logo, and I'll be full of domineering when I go out."

Fu Yao touched his forehead, and felt that he lacked vocabulary again, and he really couldn't describe the bastard next to him.

Zhang Shen next to him suddenly stopped his mouth that was spitting out words like a machine gun. Fu Yao looked up and saw that the editor-in-chief walked past Zhang Shen, sucking up Zhang Shen's nonsense like an automatic vacuum cleaner.

Fu Yao stared at Lu Chenqian's back for a while, um, he didn't see his face.He watched Lu Shenqian return to the office, and he couldn't see the editor-in-chief's face until the editor-in-chief disappeared from sight.

Didn't even look back.

Fu Yao leaned on his chin, turned his gaze back, and looked at the documents that were still empty on the computer, as well as the seven or eight webpages he had opened to check information.

He sighed, let's work hard.

After get off work at night, Fu Yao opened the door by himself, because Lu Chenqian was dragged out by Han Xuyu today.

We should have dinner together.

Fu Yao watched as he scoured the supermarket at noon and bought a refrigerator full of vegetables.He rubbed his chin, and since the editor-in-chief was not coming back, he began to think about whether he needed to make dinner.

Later, the more I thought about it, the more wrong I became.If the editor-in-chief doesn't come back, isn't he still alive?

He thought about cooking by himself, wasn't it also to save his stomach, and not let the editor-in-chief's clear soup and water ruin him again.How to do it without cooking dinner and suddenly hooked up with the editor-in-chief.

Fu Yao laughed to himself, he was really sick in the head.

I reached out and picked out a few items in the refrigerator, and weighed them.

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