The project manager thought about it a thousand times, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
"The sponsorship is well done." Yin Ronglan affirmed.
Until he walked away, the project manager was still in a state of daze, and did not understand why he was praised by the president for a trivial matter, especially under the premise of remedying the situation.
"Could it be true love?"
So kind!
After muttering to himself, he shook his head quickly, and a female colleague behind him said meaningfully: "It's more reliable to say that he started to believe in Buddhism instead of believing in the president's love."
As soon as this statement came out, most people agreed.
"I don't know why you are so happy." The employee who had been working hard all the time raised his head and glanced around coldly: "Imagine that the boss has always been a calculating man without changing his face, and now he has a banner of benevolence and righteousness..."
Before the words were finished, everyone shivered in unison.
Yin Ronglan didn't know what his subordinates were thinking about. He was sitting in the spacious office, staring at the constantly ringing phone.
The voice on the other end of the phone was slightly lazy: "Hello."
Yin Ronglan, on a rare whim, leaned back in the chair a little, and said in a calm tone, "Would you like to go hiking again this weekend?"
There was silence for a moment, and he said politely, "I'm ready to apply for a fitness card."
There was a trace of fear in Chen Zhan's voice, Yin Ronglan smiled: "If you change your mind, you can notify me at any time."
"Okay." The other party's answer was not sloppy at all, but he knew it was perfunctory as soon as he heard it.
Yin Ronglan didn't mind either, and hung up after saying two more sentences.
Originally still carrying a trace of drowsiness, Chen Zhan washed his face and regained his energy after answering the phone.
After several contacts, it can be judged that Yin Ronglan is not a talkative person. The two just communicated last night. Today's call is completely meaningless.
The ends of his hair were dripping with water, looking at the young man in the mirror, his peach blossom eyes could switch back and forth between amorous and cold, with a high nose bridge and whiter skin than female stars, Chen Zhan came to the conclusion:
- Incredible, he has a crush on me.
Three minutes later, he let out a sullen laugh, amused by his own cold joke, returned to his usual expression, changed his clothes and prepared to go out to buy groceries.
There was a black car parked in front of the door. Even people who didn't understand cars could feel that it was a high-end car, which was out of tune with the temperament of the entire community.
At this moment, the window of the car was slowly lowered, and the man in the driver's seat was frosty and glanced at him quickly: "Get in the car."
This is the first time Chen Zhan has seen the male protagonist since he came to this world. Even if the original body is insane in a predicament and his consciousness begins to appear chaotic, Lin Chiang's face is still quite fresh in his mind, showing hatred.
The original body's consciousness has disappeared, Chen Zhan didn't have much mood ups and downs when facing Lin Chiang, and sat in the passenger seat calmly.
"Fasten your seat belt." The car kept beeping, and Lin Chiang frowned impatiently.
When Chen Zhan finished wearing the seat belt, Lin Chiang backed out, his eyes dimmed and flickered in the mottled light: "It's changed a lot."
Chen Zhan smiled, heard the sarcasm hidden in it, and turned his face to look at him: "The premise of drawing this conclusion is that you know a lot about me in the past."
Naturally, Lin Chi'ang didn't know much about Chen Zhan. What he saw was only the infinitely magnified one-sidedness of the original body.
Ignoring the sophistry, Lin Chiang quietly drove the car out of the community and towards the spacious and flat avenue.
Looking at the passing trees outside the car window, Chen Zhan said lightly, "I hope you set your destination at a bus stop."
He was reluctant to pay for a taxi back.
The car finally stopped in front of a coffee shop. Chen Zhan saw that there was a high-end restaurant next to him. When Lin Chiang was parking, he got off the car first and walked in the direction of the restaurant without turning back.
When Lin Chiang walked into the restaurant, he looked stern, looked at Chen Zhan who was already sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and said, "Is it so short of food and drink?"
Chen Zhan played the virtue of honesty and nodded slightly.
Lin Chiang sat down opposite him, and Chen Zhan waited while reading the menu.
"I came to you to talk about novels."
Lin Chiang got straight to the point, and Chen Zhan didn't show the slightest surprise. He probably guessed today's theme.
After ordering a few more desirable dishes, after the waiter took away the menu, Chen Zhan sat up straight again, and his tone was very plain: "My autobiography is in a realistic style, and I didn't deliberately slander anyone."
The waiter brought two glasses of lemonade, and Chen Zhan took a sip and said, "Of course, if Mr. Lin has any doubts about which part, he can ask a lawyer to protect his rights."
Lin Chiang had no intention of elaborating, he knew very well that Chen Zhan was not pretending to be calm, and even if he hired a lawyer, it would be of no use at all.
"What is your freedom to write," Lin Chiang's eyes flashed a hint of warning: "Just as a writer, don't just focus on a few characters to write."
So far, the update of "Confessions" has not even reached ten chapters, and only two chapters have been taken for a walk because of his lack of change.
Chen Zhan seemed to understand his allusions, and there was a hint of shame on his face: "This is not Calvin anymore."
Hearing this, Lin Chiang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Listening to this meaning... Could it be that every time the other party of Calvin will use him to count the words
Chen Zhan smiled, peach blossom eyes narrowed friendly.
Just as he was about to ask in detail, the dishes were served on the table, and Chen Zhan's attention was quickly distracted. Although there was no expression on his face, most of his eyes were focused on the dishes.
After taking a sip, his movements were rather slow, and when he looked up, he happened to meet Lin Chiang's gaze: "Writing is not easy, and frankly, apart from you and Jiang Ying, I can't find any breaking points."
Lin Chiang said in a low tone: "Normal men will focus on the muse in their hearts."
Chen Zhan put down his chopsticks: "Do you want to abandon your girlfriend and escape alone?"
Lin Chiang is not worried that he will write a sharp piece to slander Jiang Ying. If this is the case, Chen Zhan will also be drowned in the scolding of Jiang Ying's fans before the lawyer's letter is delivered:
"Just a reminder."
"I will consider it." After thinking about it, he gave an ambiguous answer. Chen Zhan asked someone to pack the food on the table before Lin Chiang moved his chopsticks.
Lin Chiang didn't care about his philistine. The purpose of coming here today has been half achieved, so Chen Zhan did not stop him when he pushed the chair away to leave.
Lin Chiang felt relieved that he didn't see his name on the hot search the next day. Before this kind of gratification could last, he received a text message from his family members, repeatedly emphasizing the truth that a gentleman speaks and does not do anything.
Lin Chiang thought about the reason, and clicked on the first hot search item #beating people not thugs#.
The picture was taken secretly by passers-by, and it was a little blurry. In the picture, Chen Zhan came out of the hospital with a cast on his arm and medicine on the other side.
There is also a picture exposed by the entertainment account, a photo of Jiugongtu, a few photos of him and Chen Zhan eating at noon yesterday.
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[Jiangbei Yizhihua: Although I also hate Chen Zhan, hitting people is not a thug! Humble readers cry online!]
[EK Vivian: Same question, why not slap in the face? How to code for an arm injury?]
[Oriental Express: @jiangying, persuade your boyfriend to beat him casually below the face and arms, or cut off his phantom limbs, as long as it doesn’t affect the code words.]
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There were all kinds of unexpected comments. Lin Chiang saw that there were a few missed calls on the phone, and he seemed to want to verify the authenticity of the matter with him.
Turn off the mobile phone for analysis: First of all, it is impossible to cheat by going to the hospital. No matter the severity, Chen Zhan is indeed injured. In addition, yesterday was a temporary intention to go to the community to find someone, and I didn't see the other party using a mobile phone during the whole process. The pictures taken by the reporter should have nothing to do with him.
However, this account happened to be on his own head.
Dial out a string of numbers from the landline and instructed: "Find a way to get Chen Zhan's private number and send it to my mobile phone."
Chen Zhan had made some random people in the past, and the work efficiency there was very fast. In less than ten minutes, Lin Chiang's phone flickered.
"explain."
The moment the phone was connected, Lin Chiang's tone was not very good.
Chen Zhan said calmly: "I have already posted on Weibo to explain the reason."
After hanging up, Lin Chiang flipped through Weibo and clicked into the top tenth search. The above time showed that eight minutes ago, Chen Zhan did post a Weibo:
[Thank you for your concern, I would like to stress that my injury has nothing to do with others, I just took a shortcut on the way home and accidentally slipped in the alley. In order to protect the food in his arms, his arm was just sprained. I urge you to stop making weird inferences.]
The style of the comments is the exact opposite of my serious statement:
"Understood, it translates to being beaten in a sack in a dark alley without surveillance."
"Too much injustice will lead to suicide. It's a good thing to do so many bad things in the past. Anyway, I support President Lin."
"I don't care about the cause and effect, I just want to ask when the author can go back and update."
"Does being able to post on Weibo prove that you can also code words with one hand?"
Looking back, the comments have been distorted beyond recognition.
The phone buzzed non-stop, Lin Chiang glanced at it, it was Chen Zhan's call back.
"I was eating with you on my front foot, and my back foot and arm were broken. It's normal for others to misunderstand."
After a pause, he listened to him again: "It's just three minutes of popularity, just find someone to remove the hot search."
The last sentence was still human. Lin Chiang tapped his index finger on the table, feeling that Chen Zhan didn't want to be hotly searched for this kind of thing, so he called and asked himself to spend money to settle it.
He showed a somewhat sarcastic expression and was about to speak when the other end of the phone let out a muffled cry.
Lin Chiang frowned: "What is the ghost calling?"
The voice on the other end was a little painful: "I didn't pay attention when I went to the toilet, and my foot was sprained."
Lin Chiang's expression instantly became ugly, and he could already predict tomorrow's hot search title: #broken arm broken leg#
The content is: After being exposed for the atrocity, President Lin became angry and broke Chen Zhan's leg!
On the other side, Chen Zhan seemed to have guessed something. He laughed softly and spoke first: "Don't worry, I will make a statement to clarify that it has nothing to do with you."
Because it was a call, Chen Zhan couldn't see Lin Chi'ang's expression, and could only hear a stern warning: "Stay where you are, don't make a statement, don't move, I'll find someone to go over now."
The author has something to say: Facing the doubts of netizens:
Lin Chiang (gritting his teeth): It hurts in you, hurts in my heart!
It must not be known that his leg was injured.