Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Song Ci entered the office and looked around carefully. There were many desks next to him, but which one was the president's desk?

This is the main office. It is reasonable to say that there should not be so many desks.

The woman looked at Song Ci's hesitation, her eyes were as sharp as knives, and she seemed to be cutting Song Ci's flesh.

Song Ci's scalp was numb from being watched, and when she raised her eyes, she suddenly noticed a pen on the table next to her. She lowered her eyes to observe her movements and the expression on the woman's face. The things just arrived on the opposite table.

"I've put away my things, I'll go first." Song Ci bowed to her.

The woman looked at her coldly, "Let's go."

Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief after closing the door, and immediately sent Junjun a message:
[Safe escape, the president is not in the office! \^O^/]

The opposite sent Jun Jun to feel really happy for her and at the same time genuinely caring about her.

[Well, Qianluo, didn't you talk about what happened yesterday?Be careful when you go back, go back early, if you are afraid, you can call me. ]
Song Ci was really about to cry, [Jun Jun, you are really my best friend! [Moving.JPG] [Hug.JPG]]
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After chatting for a while, Song Ci looked at the chat records full of them. She almost read all their chat records and got some useful information.

For example, Junjun left the company and returned to his hometown in the countryside because he was going to get married.

Song Ci sent a message with a blank expression: [Jun Jun, when are you coming back?I miss you so much (╥ω╥`)]

There was no reply to the message on the other side for a long time. Song Ci saw that the name box on the upper column of WeChat changed into an ellipsis and then disappeared into Junjun's name, and put the phone back in his pocket.

Honestly fishing until get off work.

Song Ci sat on the chair and rubbed his sore shoulders. A colleague next to him patted his shoulder, and immediately raised his head and showed him a friendly smile.

"can I help you?"

"You sort out these and remember to send them to me tomorrow." The man put a few pieces of materials in front of her.

Song Ci looked embarrassed, "But I'm off work..."

"Don't you always help? What's going on today, don't you want to help me?" The man said confidently.

Qian Luo is a typical image of a good old man who will not resist, a little person who works hard all day long to maintain the so-called interpersonal relationship.

Song Ci hesitated for a while and agreed, "Okay."

Song Ci thought that it would be okay to go back later today, that strange person probably wouldn't come, right?

It was already 55:[-] p.m. when she finished finishing all the materials, and looked down at the time on her phone, "Ah, it's already so late!"

Song Ci sent the document to the colleague, packed up his things and hurried out. The whole building was plunged into darkness as soon as he walked out.

The company cut off the power on time at ten o'clock.

Now it was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Song Ci was a little scared, so he reached out and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.

A small piece of white light instantly lit up, although it wasn't particularly bright, it made her feel at ease as she could see the road ahead clearly.

In the entire parking lot, there was only her own bicycle parked there alone. As soon as she walked over to help the bicycle, she noticed a man on the opposite side.

He was holding a long black umbrella, wearing a black sweater, and a black hat covering his face.

This seemed to be the weird man who delivered the courier to her yesterday!

Song Ci was a little nervous and hesitant, but also somewhat suspicious.

Who delivered yesterday's courier, and the man in the black sweater is so weird, what kind of umbrella is he wearing when it doesn't rain today?

When Song Ci thought of the doll from yesterday, he shivered subconsciously.

Whose prank is it!

Song Ci rode her bicycle forward, and when she turned a corner, she caught a glimpse of the man in the black sweater following her.

My heart was raised, and the speed of pedaling the bicycle was getting faster and faster. The forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the palms of the hands were also sweating.

He is really following himself!

How to do? !

What is this man up to? !

Could he be the one who made a prank yesterday? Why is he following me?
Song Ci's nervous heartbeat accelerated, and he immediately ran upstairs and hid in the house, locked the door behind him, leaned against the door, and immediately collapsed.

He seemed to still remember Junjun's last words, so he immediately called her Bo, and cried out anxiously: "Junjun, the man who delivered the courier to me yesterday was the very scary doll courier... that man , he followed me!"

So scared that she couldn't speak logically.

Listening to the girl's crying on the phone, Junjun comforted her: "Don't be afraid of Qianluo, you can lie down and relax first, don't be nervous."

"If that man really follows you, you can call the police."

Song Ci reacted instantly, faltering and crying, "Call the police?"

"Yes, don't be afraid of Qianluo, you can call the police and tell the police about this, and they will definitely help you." The girl opposite was very gentle.

The voice is like spring water in March, and the temperature brought by the breeze is warm. It may be that acquaintances talk and cry for a long time, and they are quickly comforted.

"Well, Junjun, I listen to you and I will call the police now." Song Ci said again, "I really don't know what to do without you."

The female voice on the opposite side smiled, "If you are afraid, you can chat with me all the time."

"Junjun, you are really my best friend!"