I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

'Only one daughter, bah! '

Asakura Teru took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and didn't hope to call his mother again - he had made nearly ten calls in the taxi, and all of them were automatically transferred to voicemail.

It's hard.

It sounds a bit rude, but at this moment, Asakura Teru thinks—perhaps wearing a small skirt, the probability of being able to break in directly will be much higher.

so!

——He, Asakura Teru's own mother is a lunatic.

'Old sister, our mother-in-law made me miserable'

Asakura Teru complained to his long-dead sister in his heart, and put the phone to his ear.

As expected, the call went to voicemail.

Asakura Teru looked at the inside of the company a little irritably, but his vision was completely blocked by the partition wall at the corner. Only the people who hurried past with documents from time to time made him feel that everything seemed peaceful and normal for the time being. .

He stood there and hesitated for a while before sitting down on the bench beside him - maybe it didn't matter if he broke in, after all, he was a real mother.But Akakura Asakura knew the meaning of work to his mother. He didn't want to go home, and neither did his father. The main thing that kept her mother from breaking down completely, but still deceiving herself that her daughter was still alive and allowing her to live step by step, was work. , not anyone close to you.

Asakura Huishen thought that with this farce that lasted for nearly ten years, and a senior screenwriter with enough imagination, he would be able to make a film that would make middle-aged women wipe away tears and make young people beside themselves. Watching the dog blood ethics drama while scolding mother.

He looked down at the time - it was about 30 minutes before the lunch break.

If it's an important guest...

Maybe they need to move to a more comfortable place that can take care of the stomach.

so...

hold on?

"Wait" is really not something that Asakura Teri is good at. He resisted the urge to pick his nails and turned his eyes to the direction of the company meeting room.

......

"boom!----"

Maybe 5 minutes passed, maybe only 3 minutes.

In short, Asakura Teru heard the sound of heavy objects falling from the direction of the conference room.

Almost the next second, he bounced off the bench and ran into the company toward the conference room—to the fucking front desk!Fuck appointments and important guests! !

Someone was chasing Asakura Teri, perhaps the front desk lady with an unpleasant smile, or maybe the company's security guard. The company is so big that it can't play a game of cat and mouse.

The people disturbed by the loud noise turned their heads to look in the direction of the conference room, but did not move.

——Asakura Teri is very confident in his imagination. Combined with all the things that he saw outside in the morning, I am afraid that the people in the company don’t care what problems the boss will have. They are more concerned about their jobs, and they talk about each other like mosquitoes surrounding sound.

"Old woman!"

Asakura Teru kicked open the door of the conference room and looked in.

Near National Comprehensive University / PM03:23

Azusa Sasaki waited and waited, and finally the police arrived before her patience approached the threshold.

She hadn't had the same suspicion of the police for a moment—those who were procrastinating, taking notes in pieces, and treating corpses like useless and disrespectful objects.

Sasaki Azusa was a little angry.

After she realized her emotions and recognized that it was an emotion called "anger", she was a little stunned - she was rarely so angry, as I remembered... The last time she was angry was Wenger in elementary school It made Xiao Lin cry, and she made a big fuss - of course, Wenger also got a bad beating in exchange.

Later, Sasaki Azusa discovered his "ominous", and all his spare power was used to carefully avoid all the possibility of injury.

Even the Sato family a few months ago had never made her feel angry - after all, that was someone who could easily deal with it, but now?

After Sasaki Azusa seriously denied some not-so-good ways of doing things that popped up in his heart for a moment, he patiently ended all the protracted procedures that followed.

There are many things waiting for her.

The boss needs a funeral, a quiet and scenic cemetery.

No one will think about their own affairs when they are less than 30 years old, and the boss who always looks at good and optimistic things will not think about those.

Azusa Sasaki returned to the attic upstairs of the cafe, sorted out the owner's few relics, and found the lease contract of the cafe in the drawer.

The contract was only renewed at the beginning of the year. The boss had the intention to regard it as a lifelong career, and was always stubborn to sign with the landlord for as long as possible.

This time, it was 5 years.

'At that time, the boss should have been 33'

Azusa Sasaki thought so, and put the contract and some scattered purchase invoices into the bag.

A month and a half ago, the tenancy contract was renewed for a full 5 years, and people who have been purchasing ingredients and cups one after another this week, why would they think of death?

Those cops didn't care about that at all.

It seems that to die is to die--without it, the legacy of it is also annihilated.

really...

Sasaki Azusa took a deep breath, closed her eyes and moved her eyes, which had been extremely dry from beginning to end.

The narrow staircase was not lit, and the amber light brown eyes were also shadowed.