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The boss's neighbor was injured, and the boss' secretary sent delicious heart-warming soup.Feeling the love of the neighbors, I really need to send a pennant.Feng Qing held flowers in his left hand and soup in his right, with a simple smile on his face, and Chang Er who opened the door said, "Hi, I'm Mr. Zhong's secretary."

Chang Er was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Mr. Fu... Bah, Fu Ying's friend."

Feng Qing nodded with a smile, looked at Fu Ying who was sitting in a wheelchair behind, and said, "Mr. Zhong ordered the meals for me to deliver. He said that your feet are inconvenient, so it's best for me to deliver them to the door."

"This is so embarrassing, how can I let him spend so much money?" Fu Ying frowned and refused: "Just once today, my friend will be here in the next few days and will help me cook and take care of me."

Chang Er: "...Yes."

Feng Qing was still smiling: "Mr. Fu, you're welcome, our boss has already paid for the meals for the next two weeks, and I will deliver them on time. You don't need to feel troublesome or expensive. After all, our fire drills scare us. You, let you get hurt. Our company should take this responsibility."

After he finished speaking, he nodded at Fu Ying to leave, closed the door neatly and left.

Chang Er stood at the door with the food in his hand, feeling that the aroma gushing out of the lunch box was corroding his soul, he swallowed and asked, "What kind of family, the fire drill was so frightening that the good food and food for two weeks fell off, When are they going to have a fire drill? I'll check it out too."

Fu Ying sighed: "What are you thinking? The food that this family gives you is a favor you owe, and you will have to pay it back at that time." He hammered the pillow in his arms: "This Zhong is really a good person. I'll treat him to a meal when my legs recover."

"It doesn't matter whether he is a good person or not, at least he treats you well. Your leg injury was originally for stealing other people's information, which is not considered a good deed. Getting close to him is also for business. I owe a lot of favors, so I haven't come up yet. of."

Chang Er put the food on the table and began to unpack it: "Instead of thinking so much, it's better to throw some conscience and have a good meal. Don't waste such a delicious meal."

He glanced at Fu Ying, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not the first day I joined the industry, so I need to tell you the truth."

"It is."

Fu Ying sneered, turned the wheelchair and moved herself to the sofa.

Chang Er opened the soup lid and took a deep breath: "Ah...it's the aroma of pig's trotters!"

"Expert." Fu Ying reached out and took the soup box directly in front of her, scooped a spoonful and drank it into her mouth, sighing, "The mouth is soft, with a thin throat, and once you taste it, you will know that it is a good soup that has been cellared for ten hours, nourishing yin and nourishing What Yang eats makes up for."

Chang Er: ...

Chang Er: "Have a drink of soup and you won't be able to shut up your mouth. There are so many nonsense, you should drink what they order for you."

Zhong Qiu specially ordered a meal for two people, but the pig's trotter soup was Fu Ying's only one, and everything else was enough for two people.Although there was a bowl of instant noodles in front of him as a base, it couldn't satisfy the appetite of two young and middle-aged people.

"The taste is really good. It is indeed the president's love bento." Chang Er collapsed on the sofa and hiccupped, still wanting more.

Fu Ying snorted, and sent a message to Zhong Qiu with her mobile phone, first thanking him and then being sorry, and third, to transfer the money for the meal order to him.

But I don't know if it was because of his busy work, Zhong Qiu didn't reply immediately, and Fu Ying threw the phone back on the table in no hurry.

"I can't go to your birthday on Friday." Fu Ying swayed her plaster leg: "I will pay for you at that time, so go and have fun by yourself."

Chang Er clicked his tongue twice, waved his fingers and said, "Why can't I go, anyway, I'm doing a dress-up party this time, when the time comes, you can find a hospital gown and put it on, and with your plaster leg, you really can't do it anymore." Really brother."

"This is true for me, aren't you farting?" Fu Ying clicked her tongue, looked at the empty next door in the surveillance, and murmured, "I can't get out, so how can I keep an eye on it?"

Chang Er looked at him: "Didn't you already get the project proposal? Just hand it over to your boss."

As he spoke, he stretched his waist and said lightly: "Your job is to get the proposal, but not to get the right proposal. You only need to get the things, and leave the judgment to others. Play more word games Come on, take it easy."

"Take other people's money to do things for others. If I can't do it well, I will feel uneasy about collecting money." Fu Ying scratched her head: "I think differently from you, so I can't say it."

Chang Er: "It has become like this now, and it cannot be changed. Rather than worrying all the time, it is better to relax."

He stretched out his mobile phone in front of Fu Ying, pointed to the hospital gown with blue vertical stripes on it, and said, "How about this one? The Italian design is precise and edge-to-edge. It will definitely improve your temperament by eight levels."

Fu Ying: ...

Fu Ying: "Get out, I won't go to your mentally handicapped party."

But Fu Ying injured his leg, and Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs. Under Chang Er's repeated harassment, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and reluctantly changed into the hospital gown he had just arrived on Friday evening Chang Er, in a sweater and cardigan, sitting in a wheelchair and dressed as a zombie doctor, pushed out the door.

"Do you know what I feel like now?" Fu Ying asked.

Chang Er: "Like what?"

Fu Ying: "Like a grain reserve pushed by you."

Chang Er occasionally let out a wow: "The little thing has a lot of imagination, although it has an inner taste."

The two went all the way to the underground garage and got into Chang Er's car, Fu Ying pulled the seat belt and buckled it, looked at Zhong Qiu's vacant parking space, and said calmly: "He has been off work for almost an hour, but he hasn't come back yet. "

"Today is Friday, maybe he went out to have fun." Chang Er started the car and hummed a few times along with the music on the stereo: "After all, he is the president, and the fun of a rich man is beyond your imagination."

"But he seldom went out on Fridays before." Fu Ying thought for a while, took her mobile phone to search the news of Zhong's family, but found no new news.

I had injured my foot for a few days, and Zhong Qiu worked overtime in the company until very late, and when I got home, I didn't even have time to take a shower, so I went to sleep after changing clothes.

In the morning, she got up earlier than usual. Once when Fu Ying woke up, Zhong Qiu was already sitting in the office and started working.

There are still two days left on Monday before the dead line Boss Zhong set for Fu Ying, but the plan in his hand is still the one he got last time, and there is no progress.

Looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, Fu Ying suddenly said, "Tell me, if I voluntarily give up the task this time, what will my employer do if I get into trouble?"

Chang Er raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "There is nothing to do, the worst is to lose money and life."

"Tsk, why are you talking so bloody as soon as it comes out of your mouth." Fu Ying rubbed her forehead: "It's so annoying, the surname Zhong is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, and I haven't sent emails or files for several days. They all use USB flash drives and don’t use the Internet at all.”

"Even if you walk the net, there's nothing you can do if you can't get out with your feet." Chang Er stretched out his hand and patted his forehead: "Okay, don't think about it if you can't figure it out, let's play first, there are two days left tomorrow and the day after tomorrow .”

The car parked outside the bar, just as it was getting dark, the neon lights of the bar had already turned on, and the sound of music came from the constantly opening and closing doors.

Chang Er helped Fu Ying get out of the car and sat down in the wheelchair, then told him to look weak and limped, and then pushed him into the bar.

It's been a long time since I've been to this kind of place, and the loud music made Fu Ying feel a little uncomfortable.Sitting in the wheelchair with a wooden face, he reached out and rubbed his ears, starting to regret why he came here.

"I reserved the largest private room on the second floor. Don't worry, it won't be so noisy when you go up." Chang Er said a few words of comfort, said hello to someone she knew, and carried Fu Ying up to the second floor.

Before anyone else in the private room came, Fu Ying sat in a wheelchair and ran around the room, holding the milk in her hand and shaking it at Chang Er who was on the sofa: "You treat me with this thing?"

"What do you know, not every glass of milk can be called Milk Deluxe." Chang Er took a sip of his wine and raised his glass to Fu Ying: "If you are injured, don't worry about it. When you get better, I'll buy wine and we'll buy it for you." Let's have a good drink."

Fu Ying touched him with a toast: "Okay, I'm just saying, I'm not interested in drinking. Who's here today?"

Chang Er: "Just the ones you know, Jin Laowu Su Jiaojiao, Feng Daya and the others."

Fu Ying said lightly: "You have too many friends, and I'm still familiar with these few. The only one who can really talk is Jin Laowu alone. By the way, I have something to ask him today .”

"What are you looking for me for?"

Said that Cao Cao arrived, the door of the box was pushed open by a man wearing a white jacket with open breasts and a shirt with a big back, Jin Lao Wu leaned against the door and pushed the exaggerated sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and whistled at Fu Ying.

"Wow, the plaster leg is very realistic bro."

Fu Ying stretched out her hand and saluted: "Although, this is the real brother."

Jin Laowu was stunned: "What the hell?"

"What the hell are you?" Chang Er looked Jin Lao Wu up and down: "Speaking of dressing up and partying, what are you wearing? Dick denim?"

Jin Lao Wu clicked his tongue: "You know what a fart, I am Elvis Presley, does Elvis know?"

Chang Er raised his eyebrows: "I don't really understand, I only know about cat people's thermal underwear."

"Tsk." Jin Lao Wu glanced at Chang Er with disgust, walked up to Fu Ying and poked the hard plaster on his leg, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really lame, who can hit him? Really him Ma Niubi, is this strong man still alive? If he is alive, I will go and see if I can do his funeral business."

Fu Ying: ...

Fu Ying: "I'm sorry, I dropped it myself. By the way, there was something wrong with the tiny camera you gave me last time. It broke within [-] days of use. Can you give me a refund?"

Jin Laowu clicked his tongue: "Don't talk about work when you come out to play, okay? It's my off-duty time now."

"Then you will help me deal with it later, or I will go out and report that your things are out of order." Fu Ying said.

"Okay, okay, I'll deal with it for you later." Jin Laowu scratched his head, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Hey, do you know who occupied the first floor? I was watching music when I came in. After listening, those individual passengers were sent to the box to rest."

Chang Er looked confused: "I don't know, I never heard that the first floor was taken over."

The three of them pushed open the door, thinking about standing in the corridor on the second floor and looking down secretly, but they didn't expect that Fu Ying saw an acquaintance at the first sight.

"Damn!" Fu Ying cursed, and pulled the two people back before Zhong Qiu looked over, so that he didn't see herself.

Feng Qing down there saw Zhong Qiu turning his head around, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for?"

"A... acquaintance." Zhong Qiu clinked glasses with him, and said softly with a smile, "He's preparing a surprise for me."

The author says:

Fu Ying: Sorry, we don’t know each other well