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The thick door separated the fire escape from the bustle. Fu Ying looked at the full wireless network with her mobile phone and walked down the stairs a few steps. After making sure that no one was in front of her, she immediately pulled out her laptop from her backpack. .

After successfully connecting to the wireless network, Fu Ying put the mobile phone displaying the monitoring screen aside, leaned against the wall and began to hack into Zhong Qiu's computer.

Because she didn't know if Zhong Qiu's computer had protective measures, Fu Ying's movements were extra careful, and the hand typing on the keyboard had to stop from time to time to pay attention to the surrounding sounds, in case someone came over suddenly.

After successfully finding Zhong Qiu's connection device, Fu Ying looked at Zhong Qiu's phone and couldn't help but click her tongue.He looked again carefully, but still did not find Zhong Qiu's computer equipment.

Just use your mobile phone, and it’s not that you can’t receive emails on your mobile phone.Fu Ying remembered seeing Zhong Qiu answering emails with his mobile phone many times in the surveillance, and gradually calmed down.

It is impossible for such a large project to have a single word. No matter how strong Master Zhong is, he still needs people to cooperate with him. A company like Zhong's who is used to communicating with emails will definitely send corresponding proposals in emails.

As long as you can get his relevant account number and password, all problems will be solved.

Fu Ying had no interest in invading other people's computers. He glanced at Zhong Qiu, who was sitting in front of the desk and pressing his phone while listening to his subordinates' work report. Are you answering work emails now?

But the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Facts have proved that fishing at work is not limited to office staff, even the boss sometimes slackens.

Zhong Qiu, an elite CEO, is actually having fun on his mobile phone while others are reporting work, but his face is still tense and serious, making people think he is doing something big.

Fu Ying squinted and watched his fingers slide quickly on the white screen, and looked at the traffic flow on the computer screen. She couldn't help laughing, wondering if it's time for Master Zhong's face to be so tense. Haven't passed yet?

The person who reported the work talked for a while, and the secretary who stood aside seemed to say a few more words. At this moment, Zhong Qiu put down his mobile phone and watched them begin to explain the work.

Fu Ying couldn't hear the sound, so she could only make a rough inference about the content of the discussion through the mouth movements of the people on the screen.

The three words of shopping malls, contracting, and luxury goods were mentioned repeatedly. Fu Ying recorded her inferred content in the computer file, and turned on the screen recording of the mobile phone, and waited to read it several times after returning home to analyze their content. Conversation.

Soon the person reporting to work left, leaving only the secretary and Zhong Qiu whom I had met at noon, and the two of them said a few words, the secretary also opened the door and left, leaving only Zhong Qiu alone.

Do you want to continue playing matchmaker again?

Zhong Qiu picked up the phone again, changed to a more relaxed posture and leaned against his boss chair, and clicked something on the screen with his fingers.

This time Fu Ying was not disappointed anymore, Zhong Qiu was logging into his mailbox and started to check for unread emails.

The account password information immediately appeared on the screen and was recorded by Fu Ying. As soon as Zhong Qiu logged out, he immediately took over the CEO's mailbox.

The waiting time was a bit long. Fu Ying was squatting in the blind corner of the camera with her computer in her hand. Her legs were already a little numb, but Zhong Qiu hadn't put down her phone and was writing emails all the time.

Fu Ying sighed, and couldn't help but look at the time in the lower right corner, thinking that if she dragged on, she would have to leave, otherwise it would be too suspicious for someone to check the surveillance.

He waited in the corner, watching others, not knowing that someone was watching him too.

Zhong Qiu leaned back on the chair, entered some meaningless words in the email, and then deleted them, repeating this without writing a single meaningful word.

He glanced at Fu Ying who was crouching in the corner of the stairwell on the computer screen, huddled up with the computer in his arms. He wanted to laugh but wanted to control his face.

I've been squatting for almost 10 minutes, isn't my leg numb?It is obviously more comfortable to stand and hold the computer, so why do you have to choose the aggrieved posture?

Or is it because you are worried about standing up and being photographed by the company's camera?But this place is a blind spot for monitoring, except for the camera I installed later, other monitoring can't see it at all.

Zhong Qiu stared at the screen and kept stretching out his hands to rub his legs. Fu Ying, who switched her focus, was a little lost in thought.After another 2 minutes, he finally came back to his senses and deleted the garbled characters he had pressed on the phone screen, and sent the previous two editions of the planning plan to the "subordinate" mailbox he had created in advance.

After putting down the phone, Zhong Qiu looked at Fu Ying who was visibly happy on the screen, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The monitoring screen cannot be transferred to the mobile phone for the time being, so Zhong Qiu picked up the internal phone and dialed. Looking at Fu Ying who was still curled up in the corner of the fire escape on the screen, he couldn't help laughing.

Holding the phone, Feng Qing heard a chuckle coming from inside, couldn't help shaking and asked, "What are you doing? You laugh so frivolously and domineeringly, it really makes people sick."

Zhong Qiu clicked his tongue: "Now go and ring the bell immediately, and start the fire drill that was agreed before."

"Now? It's not the agreed time yet?" Feng Qing was puzzled.

Zhong Qiu looked at Zhong Qiu who was about to collect the computer, and immediately said: "It's now, ring the bell immediately."

Feng Qing felt a little puzzled, but he got up and went to the wall and rang the bell.

The ear-piercing bell immediately rang everywhere in the building, and Fu Ying's expression on the screen suddenly changed, she was a little at a loss, not knowing what happened.

Seeing that he closed his laptop, Zhong Qiu immediately transferred the monitoring screen to his mobile phone, closed the computer and opened the door, followed the subordinates in the office into the fire escape, and started the evacuation drill in an orderly manner according to the previous plan.

Zhong's employees entered the fire exit one after another to evacuate. Fu Ying listened to the sound of footsteps up and down and people scolded her, put the computer into her bag, and stood up enduring the numbness of her legs.

The footsteps above were getting closer and closer, so Fu Ying had to go behind the people in front before they arrived, so as not to arouse suspicion.

But my legs were really numb, every step I took felt like being pricked by needles, I didn't know if I was stepping on it firmly.

The footsteps from behind were getting closer and closer, but Fu Ying hadn't caught up with the person in front of her, so she jumped down from the last few stairs, regardless of whether her legs were numb or not.

Her foot went limp from the shock, and her right ankle sprained immediately. There was a burst of severe pain, and Fu Ying managed to hold on to the handrail next to her to stop.He pursed his lips when he heard the footsteps behind him, and couldn't help but took two steps forward, but the piercing pain made him stop in place again.

But fortunately, after the sound of footsteps approached, only some of the Zhong employees noticed him, but this part did not stop and continued to walk down.

The sound of footsteps kept passing by, Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief, held on to the handrail for a while, and was about to hop on one leg and limp down the stairs.

There was no smoke or screams, and the faces of these people were calm, with no expressions of panic.It should be just a fire drill.

I can go out from the nearest fire exit, then take the elevator directly downstairs, and then find a hospital to have a look at my hapless ankle.

He limped and jumped a few steps forward on one leg, when he suddenly heard a gentle female voice.

"Are you OK?"

Fu Ying turned her head and saw a girl with a round face stopped, standing not far from her and looking at her feet: "Is it a sprain? Do you need help?"

Seeing that Fu Ying's neck was empty and he didn't wear a work badge, she couldn't help but asked again: "Which department do you belong to? Why don't you wear a work badge? What about your colleagues, why are you left here alone?"

Fu Ying didn't know how to prevaricate for a while, and was about to start making up, when she felt her arms tighten, and Zhong Qiu's voice sounded from above her head.

"He is my friend, you continue to act." Zhong Qiu supported Fu Ying, lowered his head and asked softly, "What's going on? Why did you sprain your leg?"

Fu Ying blinked her eyes, and lied: "I ate too much just now, and I was going to leave after a short rest, but suddenly the alarm bell rang, and I sprained in a hurry..."

He laughed dryly, and wanted to push Zhong Qiu away in embarrassment: "I'm fine, the sprain is not serious, you can walk by yourself."

But Zhong Qiu's hand on his shoulder was extraordinarily strong, not letting Fu Ying distance himself from him at all.

Zhong Qiu: "I saw it just now. Don't be aggressive when your face turns pale from pain. And if you sprain your ankle, don't move around. Be careful that it will get worse if you walk a few steps."

As he spoke, he bent down and held Fu Yingxuan's ankle, frowned and said, "It's already swollen, don't move around."

Fu Ying's ankles were a little cold, and when he held them, the high temperature in his palms imprisoned his ankles, making him stand still and dare not move.

"It shouldn't be that serious." Fu Ying was lucky.

Zhong Qiu straightened up and glanced at him. There was no expression on his face, which made Fu Ying's heart skip a beat. Before he could say anything, Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand to her.

The employees of Zhong's who hadn't finished the fire escape watched helplessly as their president picked up the princess who had sprained his feet.

The evacuation steps stopped suddenly, and Fu Ying who was being hugged was also stunned. He subconsciously hugged Zhong Qiu's neck to prevent himself from falling, but found that this posture was even more strange.

"Actually, I don't need to..."

Zhong Qiu supported him to weigh it up, and interrupted him: "Hold tight, and be careful not to fall and get hurt again."

He spoke calmly, as if what he was holding was not a big man but a bucket of drinking water. On the contrary, Fu Ying felt that he was too sensitive and like to think wildly.

Feng Qing was standing at the stairs to maintain order, when he suddenly found that the team in front of him stopped, and then moved to both sides like Moses dividing the sea.

And his young and immediate boss, Zhong Qiu, walked downstairs step by step with the young man who had lunch with him in his arms.

The scene was shocking and embarrassing. Feng Qing split open for two seconds and went up to meet him. He thought it was a good thing he didn't hug a girl, otherwise it would be the same as the popular big-eyed literature. He had to call to see if the child was lost. .

Before he walked up to Zhong Qiu, he heard him say, "Bring my car keys and go to the hospital."

Feng Qing: ...?

The author says:

Feng Qing: Isn't it a man?Why do you still have to go to the hospital?