Armor: I can only summon the general

After Dongshan and Qiao Shefei left, Meizhen blushed even more. Looking at Hua He who was hugging a tree in front of him, Meizhen quietly stretched out her hand and squeezed Hua He's waist.

Hua He shouted, immediately let go of Meizhen, stood up and rubbed the area where he had just been pinched.

"Oh, let me go... No, what's wrong, Meizhen, why are you still using this trick?"

"What are you talking about? Do you know what Qiao Shefei thought of us just now? Also, Dongshan is still here, you are stimulating him so much...

I know you are happy, but you also have to separate occasions, right? Just forget about making trouble when no one is around, what's wrong? Now that we are familiar with each other, we don’t avoid people anymore? Look at how you are not ashamed~~"

Meizhen stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, took off the rubber band, gathered her broken hair, and tied her ponytail back up.

Hua He approached with a smile, but was pushed away by Meizhen.

"Don't do it, I just finished it."

"Hey, Meizhen, I think you look better with your hair down."

Hua He smiled again and moved closer to Meizhen, but was pushed away again.

"Hua He, this is a laboratory. I can't just look good. I look good with my hair down, but it's inconvenient to move around. It's troublesome for me to tie my hair in braids. If I hadn't been reluctant, I would have cut my hair short... …”

Meizhen was arranging her hair with one hand, and placed the other hand on the mouse and clicked twice to bring up the images and detection data in the energy storage room.

Looking at the images of the energy storage room under surveillance, Meizhen also had a smile on her face. These dangerous things were finally dealt with.

She tapped twice on the keyboard with both hands to turn off part of the detection equipment in the energy storage room, leaving only those needed for normal operation.

After doing this, Meizhen smiled and turned to look at Hua He. She suddenly felt that she had been a little too excited just now, and had she neglected today's great hero?

Meizhen took the initiative to walk up to Hua He, raised her hand and touched Hua He's hair, and then rubbed his side.

"Hua He, thanks to you today, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do with these magic stones. Are you hungry? I'll make something for you."

Hua He touched his stomach. He had just finished two large bags of fruits and snacks before going out. He was actually not very hungry now. After all, although the snacks were unhealthy, they were not generally high in calories. His stomach was still full.

But Mei is really into it and can't refuse, so she'll just have to eat 100 million points.

"Meizhen, how did you know I'm hungry? Let's go eat. What Qiao Shefei said just now makes me feel a little thirsty. I just happened to go out and have a drink with them."

Hua He turned his head and looked at Meizhen with a smile on his face, reminding her of the embarrassing scene just now.

"Oh, you're so annoying, you don't have a straight face..."

Meizhen raised her hand and patted Hua He gently, glanced at him and walked out of the base with a blushing face. Hua He quickly followed behind, and the two of them walked outside together.

In the editorial office of Eight Days Magazine in City D, Liao Bei sat back in the seat he had not sat in for several days.

A few days ago, he went to the company headquarters with full expectations and took a document. This document also broke the bottleneck that had imprisoned him for many years, allowing him to step into the headquarters again and work in key departments.

Full of joy, he was still thinking about the blueprint for future development, but unexpectedly, his stepping stone fell on his own feet again. He became the victim of the conflict between the two companies.

He thought this was the worst outcome, but life is always full of surprises and surprises. Just because one person resigned and ran away, the plans of the company bosses came to nothing, and Liao Bei's future was also ruined.

After An Mixiu resigned, Liao Bei's leader angrily kicked him back to the editorial department of City D. This time he was completely nailed to this position. If nothing happens in the future, he will never be able to do it again. Maybe get promoted again.

When he thought that his way up was blocked by An Mixiu, Liao Bei's anger gradually ignited from the bottom of his heart. He still couldn't let go, but he could only sit here and vent his anger to the air.

Um? its not right? I've only been away for a few days. Where are the people in the editorial department? Why is there only air left except for me?

After realizing this problem, Editor Liao immediately picked up his cell phone and called Xiaosong.

Xiao Song was lying on the bed sleeping. The past few days of recuperation had made him develop the habit of sleeping in. He hadn't woken up yet. He thought that everything would be fine if he provided An Mixiu's recording.

He was dreaming of spring and autumn, when Editor Liao woke him up with a phone call. He took the phone from the bedside table in a daze, and connected the call without looking at it.

"Hello…………"

Editor Liao was furious, and when he heard the indistinct voice coming from the phone, he suddenly became even more angry.

"What are you doing! Xiaosong, why don't you come to work? Has the news gone? Have you finished the new issue of the magazine? Have you taken photos? What... no? Then why don't you get back to work quickly!" You'd better be more flexible and I won't see you for half an hour, so you don't have to come again!"

Editor Liao hung up the phone angrily, glanced at the time, threw the phone on the desk, folded his arms and waited for Xiao Song's arrival.

On the other side, Xiao Song, who was still lying on the bed, was scolded inexplicably. He hung up the phone without even realizing it.

Xiao Song sat up dizzy and flipped through the communication records on his phone.

He squinted his eyes and took a closer look. The latest call record was from Editor Liao, which scared him so much that he jumped out of bed.

"Oops, why is the old editor back? Didn't he stay well at the headquarters? He made a mistake and ran back to D City. His tone seemed unhappy. It's over now, it's over, it's over... …”

Xiao Song quickly got up from the bed and rummaged in the closet for a long time before finding the clothes he wore at work. He had crumpled the clothes into a ball and threw them into the closet, but now they looked wrinkled when he took them out.

He hurriedly looked for other clothes. After searching for a long time, he found a decent set of clothes, and ran out in a hurry.

But halfway through the run, he stopped and returned to the bedroom. There was nothing around his neck, where he should have been wearing his work ID and press ID.

After another round of rummaging around, Xiao Song finally found his work permit in the gap between the bedside table and the wall, casually put one around his neck and ran out of the house.

Xiao Song went downstairs and hailed a taxi from the roadside. Under his constant urging, the driver had to step on the accelerator a little harder and took him to the editorial office at a fast speed.

Editor Liao felt that he had been sitting for a long time. Most of the time must have passed, right? But when he turned on his phone and saw that only seven minutes had passed, he had no choice but to continue waiting, but the anger in his heart was increasing every minute.