esignation.

Zhang te helped to sit upright, hold the pen in a standard posture, and write carefully, just like a primary school student doing homework.

Resignation.

Two words, twenty strokes.

It took Zhang tezhu nearly three minutes to finish writing.

At the moment when he stopped writing, he stared at the extremely neat two words. His heart seemed to be stabbed by something sharp, which caused sharp and piercing pain.

He shook his pen and stared at the word "resignation" for a long time before rewriting the text of the resignation letter.

He wrote extremely fast this time, scribbling more and more, even writing the second half of the resignation letter. His hand holding the pen began to tremble slightly.

It took him a lot of effort to finish the resignation letter. At last, when he signed at the bottom right, he could not hold the pen with shaking hands. The two words "Zhang Cheng" were written by him like ghost symbols, ugly and illegible.

Zhang Cheng, who wrote his resignation letter, felt as if he had exhausted all his strength, and the whole man was paralyzed in his office chair.

The office was very quiet. There was no one else except him. He stared at the resignation letter silently for a long time. Then he blinked a little and turned to the star light outside the landing window.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something. It was sour and astringent, and his eyes were swollen.

Soon, he took back his sight, and his eyes were red again on the resignation letter. He quickly stuffed the letter into an envelope, then turned out a document bag, got up, and entered Han jingnian's office.

He pressed his resignation letter under his paper bag and put it on Han's desk.

He didn't leave immediately, but stood in the huge office, looked at the office that he had personally watched people decorate, looked around, then went into the bathroom, found a watering can, watered the green plants in the office one by one, even took a towel, wiped the thin dust falling on the green plant leaves clean.

When Zhang Tezhi finished his work, it was two o'clock in the morning. When he left Han jingnian's office, he paused at the door for a moment, then went back to his work station, sorted out some trivial things, and then took the elevator to leave the company.

Zhang did not go home, but first went to the store next door, bought a big bag of beer, drove to the hospital, in the brilliant emergency building office, found Xie Lin who was writing a medical report: "come, thank you, doctor, drink."

In the face of Zhang tezhu, who didn't knock at the door and broke in directly, Xie Lin frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I'm responsible for other people's lives, so I can't drink."

"Well," Zhang helped to sit on the sofa in Dr. Xie's office, took out a bottle of beer, opened the lid, and filled most of the bottles into his mouth, then he said, "look at me."

Smelling the smell of wine, Sherin crossed a line of disrespect between his eyebrows and eyes. He wanted to blow out Zhang te's help, but finally gave up. When he didn't exist, he took up his pen and continued to write his own report.

Zhang te helped him drink one bottle of wine after another, and lost the beer bottle and rolled it all over the floor: "Hello, Dr. Xie, you said you quit drinking, quit smoking, quit smoking, quit women, live like a monk, is it interesting?"

As Dr. Xie wrote, he didn't raise his head. "Don't you stop drinking, don't you stop smoking, don't you stop smoking, don't you still have no girlfriend?"

(start to update ~ I don't know if Xie Lin and Zhang chengcp are full of feelings. I like Zhang Chengcheng's cute little girl. She matches everyone well ~)

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