Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

That night in the hospital emergency room a little dressing and it was over.

The next day Yan Luoqing was still alive and well, nothing happened.

A few days later, he asked Zhao Zuo out for dinner in the name of discussing the advertising space. Zhao Zuo was obviously not happy, but he still came.

But he also brought another person, Lu Shuangshuang.

Lu Shuangshuang grinned and pointed at Zhao Zuo, "Our deputy editor has a bad cold and lost his voice. Let me be the translator."

Yan Luoqing looked at Zhao Zuo, who had a red nose, and was inexplicably funny: "Didn't you speak well on the phone just now?"

Zhao Zuo made a few gestures, Lu Shuangshuang understood, and immediately translated: "The deputy editor said that it wasn't so serious when I called just now."

Yan Luoqing asked the waiter to serve the food directly.

What the hell, he needed an interpreter when he was talking to Zhao Zuo.

During the dinner, Zhao Zuo coughed all the time, it didn't look like he was faking it.

Yan Luoqing deliberately asked Lu Shuangshuang: "Please ask me, is it the flu that you Zhao made up, and is it contagious?"

Zhao Zuo glared at him, and said with difficulty: "I can hear you." His voice was extremely hoarse.Cough several times after speaking.After coughing for a long time, he said again with difficulty, "...What's wrong with infecting you? It's not your fault. Why don't you catch a cold?"

Yan Luoqing said while picking up vegetables, "Compared to me, you will feel inferior."

Zhao Zuo opened his mouth, as if to say something, but lost his voice again.

He made a gesture, and Yan Luoqing hurriedly asked Lu Shuangshuang what he meant.

Lu Shuangshuang said softly, "He's scolding you."

Yan Luoqing asked strangely: "How do you understand?"

Lu Shuangshuang suppressed a smile and said, "There is a good heart."

Yan Luoqing paused for a second, "...eat."

As a result, at the dinner table, the three of them didn't talk about work, and they were all arguing.

A few days later, Yan Luoqing deliberately flicked Lu Shuangshuang's QQ, talking about work first, then life, and finally relationship.

"Are you done?" Yan Luoqing planned to give up completely after hearing Lu Shuangshuang's affirmative answer.

Lu Shuangshuang sighed faintly: "It seems not yet."

Yan Luoqing was like a person who almost died of thirst in the desert and saw a clear spring, "Like?"

"...he was talking to me about the model in the magazine advertisement, and said he liked this model." Lu Shuangshuang said and posted a picture, "But I don't look like her at all. Do you think he is suggesting that I go plastic surgery"

Yan Luoqing glanced at the picture, she was a little-known model, but she had a beautiful appearance and a good temperament.Subconsciously, I couldn't help but put myself on the right side of the picture for comparison.

Apart from being human, they have nothing in common.Even gender is different.

Yan Luoqing felt very sad for doing this.

"Do you think I should open the corner of my eyes?" Lu Shuangshuang continued to complain.

Yan Luoqing said: "Again, there's no room for your face."

"The chin?"

"You are prettier than her." Yan Luoqing directly ended the topic with a compliment against her will.In fact, Miss Shuangshuang's appearance is not bad, but compared with the model lady, she lacks something.Maybe it's the faint scent.

"By the way, have your deputy editors recovered from the cold?"

Shuangshuang said, "It's almost the same. In the past few days, anonymous people have been delivering cold medicine to him. As a result, I have to cook soup for him every day..."

Yan Luoqing's morale suddenly dropped by a few percentage points, and she closed the chat box.

The photo was still on the screen, Yan Luoqing looked left and right, and suddenly felt that she looked very familiar.

These facial features... are somewhat similar to someone.

Show face.

Morale drops to 0.

Yan Luoqing threw the photo directly into the shredding software and shredded it.

Enough is enough, really enough.

He began to think seriously about a question: How can we end all this completely?

This person is obviously superfluous to his life.

He doesn't need Zhao Zuo, just as Zhao Zuo doesn't need him.

What he needs is a successful career, beautiful flowers, and everything goes well.

Not such a chaotic life.