Flash marriage does not end well

In the evening, the forwarding style became more and more distorted.

Originally, the CP fans only targeted the marketing account, but after their anger grew, they began to attack indiscriminately. They grabbed a blurry screenshot and took out all the desks, chairs, benches and storage boxes used by Lin Qian's home. It is absolutely impossible for Lin Qian, who is a bargain, to have a real painting. It is purely for the vanity of the interview to save face, and he is full of yin and yang.

Then there was a wave of Song Linwei fans, worried that cp fans would be recruited by amateurs, and ruin the popularity of passers-by. They couldn't help but end the game, but they quarreled, and the marketing account deliberately turned a blind eye to the persuasion to delete the comments. It means that the New Year is coming to give yourself a wave of performance.

Lin Qian stood in front of the gas stove and brushed the phone while stewing soup. Every two seconds, there would be a few more reposts. It was amazing. Then I switched back to the HR I contacted in the morning. I just hope that after the submission can be deleted, there has been no reply until now.

He had no choice but to use a small account to send a private message to the marketing account, explaining that he was the person involved in the submission, and wanted to delete the blog, but was blocked by the other party without saying a word.

Lin Qian: "..."

Han Dong's news popped up again at the right time, and he swiped through several links. Lin Qian couldn't help frowning when he saw a bunch of small emoji expressions in the title that looked like spy codes, and couldn't help but click in after a while.

The first link can be said that Sherlock Holmes is alive. From the reflection in the mirror in Song Lin’s Weibo photo, it corresponds to the bow tie that Wen Zhihan wore in a magazine interview last year, and from the food location that Song Lin inadvertently revealed to him and Wen Zhihan Went to the same city on a business trip at the same time, and I don’t know where the small video of bidding each other at the auction came out, which was regarded as a scripture by a bunch of people. The painting was not taken home or to the company, which made cp fans even more convinced that it was the young couple who lost their temper and finally the big president spent money to make amends.

And the first comment below has been liked thousands of times: Resolute and resolute, the boss * Maverick artist, from neighbors to neighbors, personally send you my mother's paintings, take you to see every city, ask me He Dehe Being able to meet such a heaven-sent couple, our young lovers have raised the tone of candy too much [Xiao s Shaking Smoke].

Lin Qian clicked in with question marks all over his head. Although the Wen Zhihan described in it was far from him, after reading the two pages, he turned his head strangely. After reading it with relish, it was like watching a romantic movie. By the time he reacted, the fish soup was already in the pot.

Lin Qian let out a scream and quickly threw away the phone and turned off the fire.

There was a mess in front of my eyes.

After finishing packing, he returned to the living room with a bowl of Bai Yingying's fish soup, when Han Dong's phone rang like a reminder.

"Hello? Lin Qian, did you read the link I sent you? Hey Pete? Check it out after school. It's so exciting. I watched it all afternoon, especially the second one... "

Lin Qian couldn't help but took the phone away, hesitated for two seconds after sitting down, and clicked on the second link.

This article is not as rich in content as the previous article. There is only one picture, but it is very long, densely packed with words, and the copywriting of the original blog is also very short: keep the file.

Lin Qian:?

Han Dong was still shouting at the top of the phone: "Have you read it? Let me remind you, the second one needs to turn the phone upside down..."

Lin Qian did as he was told, turned the phone upside down, and scanned it at a glance. A large number of human body organ terms and strange modal particles rushed into his eyes. He thought he had clicked on some small websites by mistake.

Does the Internet still allow this?

"How is it, Lin Qian! Have you finished reading it!"

Lin Qian was called back from the state of shock, scratched her head twice, said "Are you sick" to Han Dong on the other end, and hung up the phone.

The world was suddenly quiet.

If it weren't for those super-impact words kept spinning in my mind.

Lin Qian shook his head vigorously, and called Wen Yang out to eat.

After dinner at around 07:30, the hr still didn't reply. I don't know if it was because of guilty conscience or other reasons. He decided to wait another night at most. If he didn't reply tomorrow, he would directly call their company superiors.

Wen Zhihan clocked in earlier than usual tonight.

Lin Qian put the bowls and chopsticks to be washed in the sink, took a second look, and belatedly noticed a detail.

So Wen Zhihan went on a business trip to City C a few years ago, did he go with Song Lin?

While he was thinking, he turned on the faucet absent-mindedly, and a small amount of water flowed down, sliding along the bowls and plates to the spout, making out the sound of changing tunes.

Of course, it was impossible to ask Wen Zhihan directly.

After hesitating for a while, he clicked on Special Assistant Qin's WeChat, and sent a line of words on the sidelines, but regretted it within half a second, and clicked to withdraw at the speed of light.

A line of small gray words "You have retracted a message" that is hard to ignore on the screen seems to be mocking him.

……

so loud.

Dejectedly, Lin Qian stuffed the phone into his pocket, and finished washing the dishes in a hurry.

Things changed suddenly before Lin Qian was going to bed that night.

When the multi-party melee was in full swing, a person who claimed to have just resigned from that auction company accidentally found this item in the hot spots in the same city. After reading it, he clearly pointed out with an attitude of clarifying the truth. The paintings are all made in special frames, and there will be special numbers on the frames. No one will know except the guests and insiders who participated in the auction. If they are fake paintings, it is basically impossible and unnecessary for the merchant to return them an identical frame.

This article was originally submerged in many retweets and no one cared about it, but unfortunately, because Song Lin participated in variety shows, magazines and other shootings frequently, as an outsider, he took away a lot of resources from small stars, which made those fans unhappy After a long time, he finally seized an opportunity, desperately turned on the fire, and put this on the top of the hot switch, which was extraordinarily conspicuous, mocking Song Lin and posting it upside down.

In the middle of the night, gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Lin Qian turned off the desk lamp, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness, only the phone screen was still on, illuminating his sleepy eyelids that were almost glued together.

He can't control the fans, he likes to quarrel, but he still has to find a way to delete that post.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, news of Wen Zhihan popped up again.

[Special assistant Qin said that you sent him a message at night and then withdrew it. Is there something wrong? ]

He was so sleepy that he put down his phone after glancing at it. He didn't reply. He pulled up the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.

He has no obligation to help people complete their daily to-dos.

The first thing that broke into Lin Qian's consciousness early the next morning was the loud and piercing sound of an electric drill upstairs, accompanied by the bang of hammering the wall, which made the tranquility of the whole morning disappear.

Lin Qian closed her eyes and took a deep breath for a while, then sat up abruptly, and was just about to throw off the quilt and rush upstairs when the sound of the decoration upstairs stopped abruptly.

He paused involuntarily when he rushed out, and rubbed Hu Fei's messy hair irritably. It took him a long time to wake up, changed his clothes and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qian looked at the steamed stuffed bun soy milk she had accidentally dropped on the ground, and her trousers with plaster on her knees, and took a deep breath.

Eyelids also jumped up at this moment.

This is bound to be a bad morning.

When he turned back and queued up again, he received a call from Han Dong. The other party changed his tone of urgency and panic from yesterday's attitude of watching the fun without taking too much trouble.

"What the hell, Lin Qian, what kind of bullshit company are you interviewing for? How can you even get your resume out???"