Thinking of facing that devil next, bitterness and helplessness corroded her heart harshly. She lay slumped on the bed, frowning, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.
Because she tossed and turned until late at night before falling asleep last night, she was almost late in the morning, but luckily there was an alarm clock that woke her up.
Dragging two large suitcases to the magazine, she was called into the office by the editor-in-chief and given a lecture before she put the luggage in the utility room.
Then, follow the editor's orders to clean the office and toilets.
During the cleaning process, she was preoccupied. Either she swept her colleagues' feet or wiped their hands while wiping the table. She apologized n times, endured n times the looks from her colleagues, and was even invited into the office by the editor-in-chief.
I ate 'cake' twice and my bonus for this month was deducted.
It was time to get off work in a daze. Her colleagues were leaving one after another, and she was still doing the follow-up work slowly.
In the past, she hoped that she could finish her tasks quickly and get off work early, but today she hoped that she could work overtime until any time.
Just as she was slowly helping her colleagues tidy up the desktop, the editor-in-chief, who had always been serious about his words, walked out of the office with a cheerful smile on his face, which made Shui Xi feel like he had seen a ghost.
Because the editor-in-chief smiled, it was like raining under the bright sun, which was very rare and scary.
"Shui Xi, why are you still cleaning here? My colleagues have all left, so you should go home quickly. Otherwise, it will be bad for others to think that I abused my subordinates." Her voice was extremely gentle, but she could hear the water.
Xihan's hair stood on end.
Trembling, he walked up to her with a rag and waved his hand in front of her: "General, Editor-in-Chief, have you taken the wrong medicine?"
"You just took the wrong medicine!" She spoke sharply. Realizing that her tone was wrong, she quickly softened her voice and smiled at Shui Xi: "I asked you to go home early for your own good. Look,
You have been busy here and there all day, so you must be very tired, so go back and rest quickly."
Regarding the editor-in-chief's concern, Shui Xi didn't feel any warmth at all. On the contrary, it was extremely scary. The contrast between a person suddenly was too great. There was no other reason except to be greatly stimulated.
She forced a smile: "How can I be as hardworking as the chief editor? I only need to do menial work that doesn't use my brain, but the chief editor has to stay in the office all day long, busy reviewing documents and so on.
The clerical work is very tiring. ．
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted: "Are you complaining that I asked you to do those menial jobs instead of clerical work?"
Shui Xi didn't think of this at all when she said it, she just told it completely according to the facts. Although she hated the editor-in-chief's bad temper, she admired her ability to achieve the position of editor-in-chief with her own strength and hard work.
The hardships involved must have involved more effort and greater pressure than other colleagues, but she managed to survive.
In her heart, she actually wanted to be a strong woman like herself, but she graduated from junior high school. In fact, she just graduated from junior high school. What she really knew was very little.
Before meeting Ling Yucheng, she was a fool. She almost never passed the exam, and she was always bullied for being stupid.
After meeting Ling Yucheng, she regained her intelligence, but due to her poor foundation, it was very difficult for her to relearn. She did not have enough motivation to relearn.
Because she knew very little, she didn't complain about doing these menial tasks.
So he waved his hand to the editor-in-chief: "I'm not complaining, editor-in-chief, you misunderstood..."
Before she finished speaking, the editor-in-chief smiled broadly and patted her on the shoulder: "I understand what you mean. You don't want to do these menial jobs tomorrow. You can follow Xia Lan as an intern reporter for a month. If you perform well, then you can
If you are promoted to a full-time employee, and no matter how good your performance is, I will let you do editing work!"
Shui Xi seemed to be in a dream, completely stupid, looking at her in shock, with only one thought in his mind: the editor-in-chief must have taken the wrong medicine today.
"Look, you're scared. I'm leaving first. You should go home quickly." The editor-in-chief patted her stiff face with his fat, carrot-like hands, and left with a smile from ear to ear.
Shui Xi was horrified by the abnormal editor-in-chief. He walked to the window in confusion and saw a man in a beige suit standing at the door. The man stood upright. Although he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly when looking down from the 23rd floor.
It is not difficult to tell from his figure that this man is pretty good.
I saw him holding a large bouquet of roses in his hands and standing there with his back straight.
The next scene made her understand why the editor-in-chief suddenly became so friendly.
As soon as the editor-in-chief's round, ball-like body walked out of the door, the man quickly walked up and handed her the rose.
She twisted her body and took it. She was obviously very happy to receive the rose from him, but she punched the man on the shoulder with sadness and resentment. The man grabbed her hand in time and took her into his arms.
She was usually domineering in front of her colleagues, but she was as docile as a little sheep in front of that man. She leaned on his shoulders docilely and the two embraced each other.
It turns out that no matter how strong a woman is, she will look like a little bird in front of the man she loves.
She couldn't help but have a different view of the always irritable and stern editor-in-chief. She felt that she looked tough on the outside, but was actually a little woman in her heart.
Involuntarily, a handsome face appeared in front of her eyes. She didn't know what kind of expression he would show when he met the woman he loved.
Realizing that she was thinking about him, she shook her head in annoyance. Unintentionally, she saw a car with a black luster in the night parked in the parking space at the door. A man in formal clothes
The man stood by the car door with his hands clasped together, as if waiting for someone.
She vaguely understood that this man was the driver sent by Ling Muze to pick her up, and her expression suddenly dimmed. When she thought that she would become one of his playthings, her heart hurt like a knife.
She really didn't want to go to the apartment where he might have kept other women, but his threats and coercion were invisibly oppressing her, leaving her with no other choice but to compromise.
Helplessly, he walked away from the window, put the cleaning tools in the utility room, dragged the suitcase out, turned off the lights in the office, dragged the suitcase out, and closed the door.
Riding the elevator, looking at the numbers beating down one by one, her mood was extremely gloomy and depressed, as if there was an invisible hand squeezing her heart. She was almost out of breath. She just hoped that the elevator would fall slower.
Slower.
But God is very busy, and it is impossible for Him to listen to everyone's prayers. The moment she was distracted, the elevator door had opened, and she could only drag her suitcase out.
Walking in the empty hall, the crisp sound of high heels could be heard clearly, but every sound made her feel deeper.
She opened the door and went out. As soon as she stood at the door, a refreshing night breeze blew in her face, rolling up her black hair. At the same time, she was greeted by the man who had just seen from upstairs who was wearing formal clothes and had a solemn face.
A decent driver.
He was expressionless and said directly: "President Ling asked me to take you to Haomiao International Building!"
After saying that, he took the suitcase in her hand and walked towards the black luxury car.
His businesslike tone, as if he was picking up a tool instead of a person, made Shui Xi stand there a little depressed, too stunned to recover.
When he came to his senses, he was already carrying the suitcase and put it into the trunk with an expressionless face.
After closing the trunk, he still put his hands clasped on his abdomen expressionlessly and looked at her coldly, making her shiver involuntarily.
As expected of Ling Muche's subordinates, they were as indifferent as him and didn't take people seriously.
After she thought about it secretly, she saw that he was waiting for her to pass by calmly, so she sighed and walked over.
When he reached the door, he opened the car door for her and said calmly to her: "Get in the car."
Looking at his expressionless face, she really wanted to pinch whether it was the fake ball that was stuck on it.
After pouting secretly, she jumped into the car, and soon after, he also jumped into the car.
After sitting firmly, he started the engine.
His car was driving smoothly, and she leaned on the back of the car comfortably, looking at the disappearing night scenery outside the window.
Suddenly, she remembered something very weird and strange, and she tightened her heart and asked, "How do you know that I am the person Ling Muze wants you to pick up?"
As soon as she walked out of the door, he walked over to her without any hesitation and with a very determined expression.
Isn't he afraid of picking up the wrong person and being punished by Ling Muche?
"One thing is that you are carrying a suitcase in your hand. If President Ling wants you to move there, you must bring your suitcase with you!" He said calmly.
"What about the other point?" Listening to his tone, it seemed that there was another reason, she asked hurriedly.
"President Ling showed me your photo..." When he said this, his voice was no longer calm, but a little unnatural.
"Photo? What photo?" Shui Xi didn't hear the strangeness in his tone and was confused as to when Ling Muze had her photo.
He coughed dryly: "Chuangzhao!"
These two words hit her head like a bolt from the blue. The shock made her so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to get under the car. Her face was redder than a tomato.
Ling Muche, you bastard, bastard, bastard.
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She cursed like crazy in her heart, holding on to the car mat with both hands. Fortunately, the quality of the car mat was top-notch, otherwise it would have been scratched by her anger.
The black luxury car drove her through the brightly lit night streets, and after a while she arrived at the Haomiao International Building.
When the security guard at the guard post saw the car coming, he pressed the button without checking, raised the barrier, and drove the car in.
The car stood in front of a building that penetrated into the night.
She jumped out of the car and looked up at the endless building in front of her. It was magnificent and magnificent. The walls were made of golden tiles, showing a luxurious atmosphere.
Haomiao International Building is one of the properties under the Fides Group. Its software and hardware are first-class facilities imported from abroad. It is deeply loved by the rich and famous. Within half a year of construction, all the high-priced buildings were sold out.
It was obviously a mansion that everyone envied and longed for, but there was a strong sense of oppression. She always felt that the building was going to fall down and fall on her. It was indescribably depressing.
"Follow me!" He said calmly, bringing her back from her gloomy thoughts.