editor in chief come after me

The lights in the living room were all on, and Fu Yao was busy working in the kitchen. The door of the kitchen was ajar, and the sound of cooking from inside was loud, drowning out the sound of the door opening.

Lu Chen was slightly stunned when he heard the voice before he opened the door, and then he recovered and closed the door to change his shoes.This guy Han Xuyu obviously didn't have any good intentions, so he sat in the driver's seat and drove him to the bar.It has to be emphasized countless times that Han Xuyu himself has no other purpose, but just wants to have dinner with the two of them.

Whatever Han Xuyu was thinking in his heart was displayed on his face, it was really unbelievable.Lu Chenqian didn't follow him to the bar, left Han Xuyu at the door of the bar and turned the car back home.

Lu Chen changed into his pajamas before, leaned against the kitchen door and looked in.Fu Yao stood inside wearing an old shirt, as if he was afraid that the cooking would dirty his pajamas. He looked at the vegetables in the pot without moving.He didn't know where he was distracted. After a while, he took the shovel and fiddled with the pot twice.

Seeing that the dishes were almost ready, Fu Yao turned off the fire, put the dishes on a plate, and put them on the table not far away.

There are three dishes that have just been prepared on the table, don't they all say that they are four dishes and one soup?Fu Yao pouted, and put the fourth dish in his hand on the table. The four dishes were arranged in an artistic pattern.

Let’s save the soup first, it’s already a luxury for him to eat four dishes alone, if there is another soup, he thinks he will be stuffed to death.

Everything was ready, Fu Yao was holding the rice bowl and was about to serve it, when he suddenly noticed a huge black shadow beside the kitchen from the corner of his eye, Fu Yao's head turned around in one step.The editor-in-chief was half leaning against the kitchen door, looking at himself.

The long bangs in front of Lu Chenqian's hair lay softly on his forehead, still a little wet.Lu Chenqian's forehead was exposed when he went to work, and his bangs were grabbed with hairspray. Now that he puts down his bangs, he looks younger for no reason, and the youthful breath rushes towards his face.

Fu Yao's hand holding the job bowl tightened, and he realized that his focus seemed a bit wrong.

The editor-in-chief came back so early?Didn't you go to have dinner with Han Xuyu?

"While I'm not at home, can you make something delicious?" Lu Chen looked at Fu Yao in a daze, straightened up lazily, sat down at the dining table, and teased.

Sitting at the dining table, the scent wafted directly towards Lu Chen, one after another.Not to mention, it's really fragrant, and it looks good.

"How dare you..." Fu Yao disagreed with Lu Chenqian's conclusion. Thousands and thousands of complaints came together in one sentence. How dare you commit the above and below, it is simply impossible.But after thinking about it, he added another sentence, "I just found out that the editor-in-chief won't be home for dinner today just before I got off work. There's nothing I can do about it."

It is entirely the editor-in-chief that you missed, and you still have to blame him...

Lu Chenqian raised his eyebrows after hearing Fu Yao's words, and asked, "How do you know I won't go home for dinner at night?"

Fu Yao thought about it carefully, and the editor-in-chief did not say this sentence.He just saw the editor-in-chief and Han Xuyu walking together, could it be the result of too much imagination.

Although I don't know why, the editor-in-chief probably means that he didn't eat dinner.Fu Yao eagerly took another pair of bowls and chopsticks, filled the rice diligently and then handed it over with both hands, like a dog leg.

Fu Yao thought that he was the only one to solve these four dishes today, but in the end he sat at the dining table with the editor-in-chief to eat. Fu Yao was very happy. He had been busy since noon, and at that time his mind was full of nothing but wanting to surprise the editor-in-chief , this time the goal was achieved, although it was very tortuous.

When you are happy, you can easily get carried away.For example, Fu Yao now.

"well done."

Fu Yao accurately captured the compliment from the editor-in-chief, and felt a little happy, "That's natural."

That frightened expression matched Fu Yao's face, surprisingly harmonious, Lu Chenqian took a calm look at Fu Yao.

"I cook all the breakfast, lunch and dinner in my house. If it doesn't taste good, you'd be an idiot."

"Well, you can become a chef now." Lu Chenqian praised without hesitation.

Fu Yao's eyes sparkled. He pondered for a moment, weighed the chef and the reporter, and said seriously, "I prefer to be a reporter."

Lu Chenqian felt that he was defeated and stopped talking.

After eating, Lu Chenqian took the initiative to wash the dishes.This time, Fu Yao was standing at the kitchen door, but he didn't dare to lean on him. He stood up straight with some embarrassment, and said from behind, "Editor-in-chief, why don't I do the laundry. I won't break the bowl of."

Watching the editor-in-chief wearing an apron washing dishes in front of the sink is a bit beautiful.

"You cook and I wash the dishes. There is a clear division of labor. Isn't it good?" Lu Chenqian's voice came along with the sound of water flowing.

"Well," it turned out that the editor-in-chief meant that.In Fu Yao's original imagination, he should be a nanny when he arrives at the editor-in-chief's house, cleaning, cooking, washing dishes, and taking care of the children, if the editor-in-chief has children at home.

Probably because the situation was too dark, and the current scene was too gentle, he was a little flattered, and swore he slapped his chest, "I will take care of three meals a day. The vegetables bought at the supermarket at noon can be eaten for several days. I’ll just go to the supermarket again in a few days.”

Lu Chen shook the water before, put the washed dishes back into the cabinet, and heard a sentence here, "You borrow the car to buy vegetables?"

Fu Yao was taken aback by the editor-in-chief, he clearly wanted to express the point is not this?

"Are you thinking about making dinner at noon?"

This point seems to be getting more and more weird. Fu Yao nodded and admitted, but he just didn't want to say it. In fact, after eating the editor's tasteless breakfast in the morning, he had already made up his mind to cook delicious dishes!

After Fu Yao found himself nodding, the editor-in-chief laughed strangely and tilted his head, not wanting him to see it.

This is the first time for the editor-in-chief to smile at him. Congratulations.It's just that the editor-in-chief turned his head and couldn't see what to do.Fu Yao secretly looked at the sky, what the hell is this.

The house had already paid for the key, and Fu Yao got the key that day and went to the passenger station, found the bus back to the county, and gave the key to the driver.

The bus can reach the county seat in more than four hours, so Liu Hui can go directly to the bus station to find the driver to pick up the key.

Sure enough, Liu Hui got the key that night and called Fu Yao. Fu Yao coped with it, and after hanging up the phone, he lay on the bed feeling a little tired.

He seldom feels tired, he feels like an iron man, made of iron.Tiredness and the like are no match for him.This time he was lying on the soft bed, and for the first time he felt exhausted everywhere, attacking him fiercely.

This time there is finally a break.After so many years, since he was born, he was destined to be unable to avoid it. This time it should be over, and then he can face a new life.

As for what is new, Fu Yao can't tell, but he always feels that if this matter is over and those who don't want to appear in his life go away, he will be able to regain his life.

Soon, he discovered that this kind of termination was only his unilateral idea.

Because it's everywhere when you're tired.

One afternoon after a week, it was time to get off work.Today the editor-in-chief sent a text message to himself, telling him that he would not go home and finish dinner.

For some reason, Fu Yao stared at the text message and became stunned. This was the first time the editor-in-chief sent him a text message.

Zhang Shen packed up his things and stood up, stretched, and then found that Fu Yao was in a daze, so he hurriedly turned his face to see if there were flowers growing on the screen of the phone, and he looked so intently.

Fu Yao reached out to block it, and then quickly put the phone into his pocket.

Zhang Shen pursed his lips and said in dissatisfaction, "Look at your face, it's like an old hen protecting her chicks." Zhang Shen continued angrily, "Just protect it, I'm off work."

Fu Yao touched the side of his face and smiled for a while.How to describe an old hen, at any rate, it is different in race and gender, completely incomparable.

Who is the editor in chief?His immediate boss directly decided whether he should leave or stay in the magazine.Who is the editor in chief?His kind landlord asked him to pack his luggage and live on the street every minute.

Just because of these two bright-eyed identities, Fu Yao still wants to be a nanny?

Well, the editor-in-chief won't go home today, so he can't fulfill his responsibility as a nanny.To put it more clearly, he is the only one eating tonight, the house is so big and he is the only one, the dining table is so big and he is the only one, and he is the only one eating so many dishes, it's a bit desolate to think about it.

Fu Yao tidied up his desk and got off work. It's not too close from the newspaper office to the editor's house.But today he is not in a hurry to cook, since he is alone anyway.On a whim, he decided to walk home, from the newspaper office to there, if he walked faster, he would get there in 10 to [-] minutes.

The temperature was getting higher and higher now, and when Fu Yao walked to the door, he was already sweating. He stood at the door and turned on his phone, only to find that he had been walking for 25 minutes.

The elevator not far away suddenly rang, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up.Fu Yao ignored it, and only thought about his own 25 minutes, which was still a bit slow. It seems that he needs to exercise regularly.With that in mind, Fu Yao took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

Fu Yao opened the door and walked inside. Just as he was about to close the door, there was a force outside that pulled the door out.

This power is actually not great, but Fu Yao was unprepared, and immediately took off the doorknob, giving the people behind him an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The man took a step forward, entered the room and was about the same distance as Fu Yao, and then closed the door.

There were no lights on in the house, it was very dark.Fu Yao hadn't adapted to the darkness yet, and he could only vaguely see a figure in front of him, not as tall as him.

The man was feeling around on the wall next to the door, apparently looking for a switch.

The breath was completely unfamiliar, and Fu Yao was sure that he had never seen it before.Fu Yao looked at him for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to pinch the opponent's neck.

In the dark, he really couldn't figure out the positions of the opponent's various parts, so he had to strike at the easiest position to pinch.

Fu Yao easily caught the other party. He pinched the man and immediately leaned against the anti-theft door, and then Fu Yao heard the man smile slightly.

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