After Being Bent by Reader

Xu Chuanchuan suddenly thought of something. She switched to Weibo and found the private message sent to her by the previous netizen. After reading it carefully, she quickly typed a few words with her finger: "May I ask if your pen name is Passerby?"

No one answered the news for a long time. It is estimated that the person on the other side has already been offline.

Xu Chuanchuan carefully compared the time when the Weibo private message was sent with the thunder-throwing comment, and he felt that the "girl sentiment without poetry" was very likely to be a "passenger."

Xu Chuanchuan told An Ji what had happened and some of his own guesses. After An Ji heard it, he said, "It seems that this passerby is very serious! Since she likes it, maybe you will try to please her in the future. Maybe she will give you a deep water when she is happy, then you will make a lot of money [smirking]"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Do you want me to sell meat for a living? [Fear]"

An Ji: "It's just a piece of meat, not to make you really dedicated."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't!"

An Ji: "Why are you shy? This kind of thing happens once and twice."

Xu Chuanchuan: "No, I won't, I'm not bent!"

An Ji: "I have resources in my computer, including live-action animations. How about I send you a few copies for your own research?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't don't, absolutely don't!"

What a joke, she can't stand it just by looking at the text, she must be crazy to let her watch the video.

An Ji also just teased her to play.

Xu Chuanchuan clicked on the watch list of "Girls’ Feelings Has No Poetry" and thought: "Since she threw so many thunders at me and made it clear that she likes to read my articles, why doesn't Weibo follow me?"

Could it be that she guessed wrong, these two are actually not the same person?

She couldn't help but cut over to read the comment under the article, and the more she looked at it, the more frightened she became.

If "Girls' Feelings Without Poems" is really "Passerby", what does this comment mean?

Is this complimenting her good writing? ? ?

"..."

But she didn't write the meat! !

Going to work early in the morning, Xu Chuanchuan entered the office. Before he sat down, the boss of the Engineering Department came in hurriedly and said: "Don't be busy, everyone will go to the conference room with paper and pen. The leader wants to give us safety knowledge. Lecture."

Zhou Gong: "Safety knowledge lecture? What is this?"

Boss: "The person from the security office suddenly came yesterday afternoon and said that our security risks are very serious. Let us rectify it. We don't have all the information and procedures, so don't we have to take care of it!"

The large conference room is full of people, and there is not enough space to bring your own chairs. Xu Chuanchuan mixed in the crowd and looked up at the screen lit at the end. He found a woman with long hair and fluttering hair sitting on the right hand side of Murong Mingkun. From her angle, she couldn't see the woman's front face.

She was suspicious, hearing someone whispering around her.

"Who is the woman sitting next to Manager Murong? The new secretary?"

"What secretary, that's his niece, don't you see this?"

"You're talking about Miss Murong? My god, she always sees her tying her hair. I really didn't see it if she didn't tie it today."

Xu Chuanchuan was even more puzzled: "Is that Murong Poem?"

The long-haired woman slowly turned her head, revealing her bright and moving facial features. Those phoenix eyes swept over everyone present, their eyes were not threatening, but everyone was silent.

It's really a Murong poem.

The distance is too far to see clearly, but that glance made Xu Chuanchuan feel that today's Murong poems are a little different from usual, but it is definitely not because of the shape of the head.

The person who explained the PPT was Lao Chen, the director of the Administration Department. He was given an order temporarily, and he still made mistakes according to the manuscript, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.

The company has always been negligent in management, and everyone hasn't paid much attention to this so-called safety knowledge lecture, and the trouble will be endless.

Until a voice said lightly, "Is it funny? Anyone who thinks that Director Chen doesn't speak well can come on stage."

The speaker is Murong Shi. Her voice was as low as hers. It was neither high nor low, and she couldn't hear the joy or anger, but because of her identity, everyone didn't dare to laugh anymore.

Murong Mingkun's face was a little uncontrollable, he cleared his throat and said, "Old Chen, you continue."

The whole lecture lasted for more than two hours, and it was dull and boring, but no one dared to make a small difference. Everyone became more regular because of a sentence by Murong Shi.

After the end, when the leaders left first, everyone was relieved.

I don’t know who whispered: "The first time I had such a serious meeting, it suffocated me to death."

"Hush—"

The leader hasn't gone far yet, and the others dare not agree.

Most of the people in this company are old fried dough sticks. They are not afraid of Murong Mingkun, but they are a little afraid of Murong Poetry, who has just been here for a short time. But it is understandable. After all, one is the boss’s brother-in-law and the other is the boss’s daughter. The status is obvious.

The people hadn't completely dispersed yet, and the security officer once again raided, and several leaders who had just left the meeting room were blocked.

Xu Chuanchuan carried a chair and walked in with the flow of people. When passing by the leaders, he heard a familiar voice slightly tired and said: "Linda, you can deal with it."

Then I saw Murong Shi turn around.

The two met each other.

Xu Chuanchuang paused in place, smiled at Murong Shi, and motioned for her to go first.

Murong Shi glanced at her and said nothing.

Linda seemed to have something to say, and turned her face to find that Murong Shi had already left. She glanced away and found a familiar face: "Who is that, your name is Xu... What is Xu?"

Xu Chuanchuan was stunned: "Me? My name is Xu Chuanchuan."

"Oh, Xiao Xu." Linda held her affectionately, and said to her, "That's it, Miss Murong hasn't given up her fever yet, and she hasn't taken any medicine. Go and help her pour a cup of hot water to her office. , The medicine and the granules are on my table. I can’t get away because of something. I’m bothering you, thank you!"

Linda couldn't wait for her to answer, and strode forward to entertain the people from the security office.

Xu Chuanchuan looked towards the corridor, just in time to see Murong Shi pushing open the door of the office. The long hair swung lightly in mid-air, and the person disappeared in no time.

Xu Chuanchuan was a little confused.

Murong Shi is sick?

No wonder today looks different from usual.