fight for day

There was a brief silence in the car.

Seeing Ying Yu's silence, Luo Xianghan tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, his expression gradually calmed down: "Li Hui said, if you want to call the police, you can only get compensation from that migrant worker - he is so poor, you can't get it For a few dollars, you will be expelled from the school and your reputation will be ruined, how will you explain to your family?"

Ying Yu took a deep breath, her lips trembled, but she couldn't speak.

"Yuyu, listen to me, forget it." Zhang Li shook her shoulder.

Ying Yu really wants to say that you are just here to protect the research?But looking at Zhang Li's distressed and guilty expression, she couldn't say anything.

"If you agree, in addition to the compensation from the school and that man, I can give you an extra 20 yuan." Luo Xianghan said to Zhang Li when she was facing her back in the dormitory, "Didn't you pay off all your student loans? Qian, what are you going to pay back when you graduate next year? Your parents are over 50 years old, how many acres of land do you rely on? Or do you rely on you to go out as a tutor? Ying Yu, be realistic."

Ying Yu touched her forehead, the punctured wound had already been wrapped with gauze, she pressed it blankly, and the dark red blood slowly soaked out.

After all, she couldn't resist, and she got two cards of nearly 50 yuan and a stack of [-] yuan in cash.

She handed the hospital information bag to the counselor, and the contemptuous expression of "I knew it" on her face made Ying Yu feel like she was in business.

The man searched and hacked, and there was only thirteen thousand.

There were no classes in her senior year, and Ying Yu didn't stay in school for revision or practice. She hid in a rented house, took a shower five times a day, and didn't contact anyone.

She couldn't sleep all night, she didn't dare to go out, and she would walk around every man she saw on the street, feeling like she was going crazy.

At Christmas, she finally saved up a whole bottle of sleeping pills, and the Christmas tree outside the window was beautiful, as if the branches were covered with stars.Ying Yu lay on the window staring blankly for a long time, chewing all the sleeping pills like chewing biscuits.

She lay halfway on the bed and closed her eyes quietly.

"...My lord, do you smell it? The smell of death."

Ying Yu heard a voice.

"It has nothing to do with what I'm going to do."

Then there was another voice.

"My lord, this skin suits me very well."

"You have only used this one for two months."

……very noisy.

Ying Yu frowned, struggled to open her eyes, the environment around her had completely changed, she was in nothingness, surrounded by two thick human-shaped black mist.

One of them made a gesture of putting its hands on top of her head, and those painful memories appeared in Ying Yu's mind uncontrollably.

She screamed with tears and curled up helplessly with her head in her arms.

"It's so pitiful." Soi Ying withdrew his hand and knelt down to be level with her, "Do you want revenge?"

Ying Yu raised her head in a daze, and there was only black mist in front of her.

The black hand stroked her long hair fascinatedly: "Give me your skin, and I can help you."

The other hand snapped her fingers, and the scene around her changed again. The cold wind slammed into her face with fine snow, and the real tingling made her finally realize that she was not dreaming.

In front of her was a dilapidated rental house, the doors and windows were opened strangely, but no wind and snow entered.The man on the bed was wrapped in a quilt, snoring lightly.

Ying Yu saw that face clearly, her canthus cracked.

"Go," the black mist churned, condensing out a sharp knife.

It put the sharp knife in her trembling and sweaty palm.

"Be brave, you'll be fine."

………………

"Someone!" The black mist in the shadow suddenly uttered a voice, stepped back and hid in the wall.

Ying Yu blocked the sun with her hand, and took two steps towards the place where the sound came from.

"... Hello Mr. Ying, I am Jiang Xueying, the student representative of the second year of high school—how do you think Mr. Ying is a good society?"

The sunlight pierced through the thick banyan leaves, and sprinkled finely on the top of the soft head of the girl below, full of bright light.

She squeezed the paper in her hand and kept practicing.

The girl on the opposite side yelled: "Are you up to it? Are you still practicing?"

"What do you know!" Jiang Xueying raised her head, her fair and beautiful face was full of anger, "Sister Ying Yu is my goddess. I finally got the chance to get close to her, so I must make a good impression on her."

The girl shrugged indifferently: "You go, I'll wait for the goddess to hook up with the goddess' goddess."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Ying Yu was holding on to the railing with one hand, and there was a bit of doubt on her frosty face.

Jiang, Xue, Ying?

"It's kind of interesting." Ying Yu's shadow became more and more colorful, like spilled ink.

"She was born on the twelfth day of July, and she's so close to Ghost Festival." Ying Yu felt something sticking up from her back, "What a clean face, I like her hair."

Ying Yu's face became even uglier.

The girls below left arm in arm, Ying Yu looked at the slender figure, and whispered by her ears.

"I want this skin."

………………

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Hang sat up straight from the imperial concubine's couch, crossing his long legs.

Ying Yu came back to her senses, and casually threw the information in her hand aside.

"It's nothing." She said, "Kuafu, I probably won't be able to keep him. The economic investigators have already taken President Yan away."

Jiang Hang tilted his head: "He is just a ghost, we can deal with him when necessary, since you are the boss, there is no pity for him to die."

"Have you ever thought that he has higher authority than me, why he was taken away, and I can still be here." Ying Yu said.

Jiang Hang: "Huh?"

Ying Yu smiled: "Remember that handsome policeman? Your Hanba didn't come back, and Wang Zhou was incapable of dealing with Hanba. I guess it was Ye Zhuming's handwriting. He's probably trying to deal with me right now."

Jiang Hang blurted out: "He's not an ordinary person... I can't see through his real body, but he looks really good. If I can have his skin, I don't want to change it again in my life."

"You always say that." Ying Yu snorted.

Jiang Hang shrugged indifferently: "My lord said that the Yijing Bureau is deep. If you really go in, it will be very troublesome. You can consider going back to your lord first."

Ying Yu's expression was strange: "Are you worried about me?"

Jiang Hang spread his hands innocently.

"I won't leave Ducheng." Ying Yu said lightly, "Only here can I be a useful person."

"Whatever you want." Jiang Hang tapped his temples, and said with a wicked smile, "If you beg me, if something happens to you in the future, I can consider saving you."

Ying Yu stared at him steadily, then smiled suddenly after a long time: "Then I beg you."

Jiang Hang listened with interest.

Ying Yu's smile was so real that even the corners of her eyes had fine lines.

"If something happens to me, don't worry about me."

In the past few days, the people from the special task force have been running more and more diligently to the city bureau. Apart from the matter of the P mansion being seized, they also occasionally talk about economic crimes such as Kuafu's "illegal financing" and "false income reporting". Lu Zhou Although he was a little interested, he didn't have much energy to take care of it, because the finance department finally started urging him to hand in last month's billing report.

"These, these." Chi Huan rummaged through the boxes to find all kinds of invoices, holding the phone in one hand, "Hey, Director Luo, okay, I'll go upstairs right away—you can look through it yourself, and get the invoices from last month. I have reported everything, and Han Papi will not admit it after the expiration date." The last sentence was said to Lu Zhou while covering the phone, and then she left in a hurry.

There are many types of invoices. Fortunately, Lu Zhou has gone through a lot of accounting records before, and also wrote down the accounting rules of the finance department, so although there are many things, it is not too overwhelming.

He had been busy all day, working overtime until nine o'clock in the evening. He was so hungry that he ordered a takeaway, and when he came back, he saw Ye Zhuming.

He sat on Lu Zhou's desk, with his long legs touching the ground, and flipped through the voucher Lu Zhou made in his hand.

"Have you left yet?" Ye Zhuming didn't lift his head.

Lu Zhou said yes, and used to line up steamed pork, Longjing shrimp, and millet porridge: "Chu Han said that we have to tie the knot the day after tomorrow, so I thought I'd finish it today and hand it in tomorrow. If there's something wrong, there's still time to correct it——Ye Do you want to eat too?"

"I don't—forget it, share half of the porridge with me, do you have enough?" Ye Zhuming took a bowl from the special task force's small kitchen.

While pouring the porridge, Lu Zhou said enough was enough, and gave most of the bowl to Ye Zhuming.

"How much is left?" Ye Zhuming pointed to the three stacks of invoices on the table, "The two stacks over there are finished?"

"Oh, not all of them," Lu Zhou patted on the smaller stack, "This cannot be reported."

Ye Zhuming looked serious: "So many?"

He took the invoice and flipped through it, frowning, why can't these be reported?

"Uh, that's written in the rules and regulations of the Finance Department." Lu Zhou even dug out the booklet, "Han Chu and Sister Li said that the above regulations should be used to reimburse the accounts."

Ye Zhuming waved his hand: "Don't talk about these things with me. Only the Party and the Constitution can control me! Which one can Han Papi represent?"

Lu Zhou: "..." All right, you are the best.

"You are a member of the special task force, you should think more about benefiting the department, otherwise, why would I recruit you against all opinions?" Ye Zhuming disagreed, "Could it be that you are an undercover agent sent by the fourth floor?"

Lu Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How can this be - I am definitely looking forward to the light with all my heart."

Ye Zhuming choked: "You are getting poorer and poorer."

Lu Zhou chuckled.

Ye Zhuming said that when he drank porridge, he really only drank porridge, and didn't touch the vegetables, and fell back on the sofa after drinking.

Lu Zhou asked curiously, "Brother Ye isn't going back?"

Ye Zhuming squinted at him: "Yes, I'll wait for you."

Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment: "But it will take about an hour on my side."

Ye Zhuming hummed lazily, and began to look through the file box in hand.

Seeing that he didn't make a statement, Lu Zhou didn't say much, and started to work after three or five bites of the takeaway in his hand.

At the beginning, he looked up at Ye Zhuming from time to time. The latter had been lying quietly on the sofa watching things, and occasionally played with his mobile phone. Lu Zhou got used to it and stopped looking at him, and only silently accelerated the work in hand.

After the last voucher was made, he finally let out a long breath after collecting and binding all the vouchers.

Lu Zhou stretched his waist, and there was a sudden thunder outside the window.

The raindrops were crackling, and the tall trees outside were rustling.Ye Zhuming stood by the window at some point, and the windbreaker on his back was bulging.

"There is faint thunder, and the sky is cloudy." He said suddenly, "I hope there will be rain, so that you can stay here."

His voice is as good as his appearance, neither too deep nor too sharp and high-pitched, but just right, like the gentle and slow wrapping of the surging tide, making people involuntarily indulge in it.

Lu Zhou rubbed his fingertips, and before Ye Zhuming could continue to speak, he said slowly, "Thunder is faintly, the sky is cloudy. Even if there is no rain, I will stay here."

Ye Zhuming's body froze obviously, and then turned around to look at him, Qiao Yue Nuan Deng almost rubbed off the slightly sharp edges and corners on his face, his face was so shockingly beautiful that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

Lu Zhou was even a little stunned, pinched his palm, and listened to Ye Zhuming.

"You have foot control?" Ye Zhuming's tone was full of curiosity.

Lu Zhou: "..." I'm not, I haven't.

All literature and art are illusions, Lu Zhou returned to reality, dumbfounding: "I control my face."

Ye Zhuming nodded, paused and said, "Accuse me?"

It took Lu Zhou two seconds to realize this logical relationship: "That is necessary, only because I feel that you look back and make me think about the morning and evening."

After he finished speaking with a smile, he saw Ye Zhuming just watching calmly, thinking that Ye Zhuming, a turtle, couldn't understand, and then scratched his head in embarrassment: "Uh, I just want to praise you for looking good——"

"I know." Ye Zhuming said suddenly, he drooped his eyelashes, frowned and looked at Lu Zhou again, "You..."

He saw Lu Zhou's eyes widened slightly, with a polite smile and visible doubts on his face.

"...Forget it, let's go back." Ye Zhuming turned his face away.

Lu Zhou was a little puzzled, but he just said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

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Lu Zhou: "Yes, what did you recruit me for?"

Ye Zhuming: "Come and do it."

Lu Zhou: "...Farewell!"

PS: The section "Darkly Thundering and Hazy Sky" comes from the collection of poems "Manyoji", but it is more widely known as the movie "The Garden of Words and Leaves", which is also called the Garden of Foot Control, so Ye Zhuming joked that Lu Zhou Foot Control .