After Being Bent by Reader

The last time I contacted, it was because Murong Shi had a fever. Xu Chuanchuan went to pour water and medicine for her. Because of the different levels, the two people behind had no communication. Xu Chuanchuan couldn't understand why he offended Murong Shi.

Could it be that Murong Shi opened his eyes and knew that she was saying bad things about her on Weibo?

Unless Murong Shi knows that she is writing a novel, she has to know her pen name...

But these two things are completely impossible! Xu Chuanchuan would rather believe that Murong Shi came to his aunt to cause emotional instability.

Even if you are emotionally unstable, you can't find her, right?

Looking at the situation just now, Murong Shi looked terrifyingly serious, and there was something serious about making trouble.

But... I also have a lot of work waiting for her to do... Why does Murong Shi ask her to pour water, she has to go...

Why!

Xu Chuanchuan never stopped his activities in the center of the process of going to the pantry. Although she was very depressed, she did not dare to defy the meaning of Murong Poetry.

Hey, who is the boss’s daughter? People are more popular than others.

Forget it, it's a big deal to get scolded.

After receiving a glass of warm water from a sterilized mug, Xu Chuanchuan walked on thin ice to the door of the general manager's office, suddenly hesitating.

Murong Shi slammed the door just now, and the loud sound shook her ears still buzzing. What if Murong Shi's anger hasn't subsided when she enters, and she splashes coffee on her face in anger?

It's not going to go, it's not going to go in. Xu Chuan kept standing at the door for a full half a minute, until a male colleague passed by and greeted her: "Xiao Xu, what are you doing here?"

There is a wooden door in front of me, no matter how thick the wood is, it is impossible to completely block the sound. Xu Chuanchuan laughed at the man and said, "Nothing..."

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom—"

"Come in."

It is "Come in", not "Come in. Chinese is really broad and profound. With only one word difference, Xu Chuanchuan can clearly feel how Murong Poetry is today.

Xu Chuanchuan took a deep breath, unscrewed the doorknob, walked in, and said, "Miss Murong, your water."

The big office was deserted and deserted, Murong Shi sat behind the computer, blue light hit her face, adding a bit of coldness. She moved her eyelashes slightly, did not speak, and touched the table with her chin.

Xu Chuanchuan unconsciously squeezed the cup in his hand, walked in step by step, and stopped at the desk.

She put down the glass of water, but did not dare to release her hand, nor did she dare to push forward, because she was afraid that the hot water would eventually splash on her face.

Her movements were a little stiff, her eyes flashed quickly, and she had nothing to say: "Did she not come, Linda?"

Murong Shi glanced around her face and said faintly: "I didn't come."

Linda was arranged by her to reissue her ID card for Aunt Lian, otherwise she would not be guilty of calling Xu Chuanchuan.

Xu Chuanchuan blinked, bumped into Murong Shi's uncertain eyes, quickly moved away, and went straight to the subject: "What can you do with me?"

Murong Shi waved and said, "Give me water."

Xu Chuanchuan became nervous and thought, "Is this moistening his throat before cursing?"

To be honest, she didn't want to give it. But it won't work if you don't give it.

She pushed the cup in slow motion, and when Murong Shi's hand touched the cup, she subconsciously took a step back.

Murong Shi saw a very inconspicuous small gesture. She looked a little ugly again, and looked at her with a sneer: "Afraid I splash you?"

It's possible, after all, you have a criminal record...

I thought so in my heart, but didn't dare to say so. Xu Chuanchuan wanted to laugh and couldn't laugh, so he didn't laugh at all, and dryly explained: "The dining table, uh, no, the etiquette of the desk, it seems impolite to look so close when you drink..."

Murong Shi's eyes were calm, he picked up the water cup and tested the temperature with the tip of his tongue, and took a sip.

It's bland and tasteless, it's better to make a cup of coffee.

Murong Shi suddenly lost interest, she put the cup down, raised her head and quietly examined the woman standing in front of her.

The hair is a bit messy, and a few restless broken hairs stand up, as if they had only washed their hair last night. No dark circles, probably because I haven't stayed up much lately. His lips were white, as if frightened.

He dodges his eyes and dared not look at her, and the cheeks bulged slightly, not knowing that they thought it was because of wisdom teeth growing inside. This cramped look looks a little stupid, and a little bit...cute?

In this situation, Murong Shi thinks of someone's selfie on Weibo who blew fans' profile faces.

Murong Shi started to get angry since Sun An asked her questions last night, and then Jiang Shaohua ignited the fuse in her body. As if she had taken gunpowder, the moment she saw Xu Chuanchuan turned around and ran, the fire was even greater without a reason.

anger.

In order to persuade herself that she could use Xu Chuanchuan with peace of mind, she took a mobile phone and logged into Weibo after waiting for the gap between the water, and wanted to take another look at Xu Chuanchuan who complained that she was "savage" and said she was the "devil head". One Weibo, but it was discovered that that Weibo had been deleted.

In addition, there was a private message Xu Chuanchuan sent to her on Saturday night.

Love Mala Tang: "Thou tyrant, don't scare me, I am timid [grief]"

Are you afraid now?

Murong Shi twitched the corners of her mouth with ridicule.

The person in front of him lowered his eyebrows and looked at him, completely acknowledging his mistakes, even if Murong Shi got angry, he wouldn't let it go. She tapped her fingers on the desktop irregularly and said, "Are many people in the company talking bad about me behind their backs?"

"Uh..." Xu Chuanchuan's mouth opened and closed, and his eyebrows were raised and tangled.

Murong Shi caught her here early in the morning to inquire about this? But why is she... She doesn't want to make a small report, she just wants to be quiet as a chicken...

But Murong Shi put on a domineering posture of "Don't want to leave unless you say it," Xu Chuanchuan lied calmly: "I don't know."

The harsh "quack" finally stopped, and Murong Shi did not knock on the table but turned the pen, circle after circle, without hurries, as if trying to control a certain emotion.

Xu Chuanchuan's eyes were drawn by the movements of her hands, and his expression tightened.

Fortunately, Murong Shi did not torture her for a long time. Two slender fingers easily clamped the penholder, leaned forward, stared at her, and asked, "Have you ever said anything bad about me behind your back?"

Boom-another bomb. The bomb was thrown over.

Xu Chuanchuan's hair tingled for a while. At this critical moment, she couldn't help but think of the warning given to her by "Girlish feelings are always poetry".

Tyrant, tyrant, are you a prophet?

If you know that there will be such a situation of being questioned today, even if the money is deducted, Xu Chuanchuan will have to pretend to be sick and ask for leave...

But now it's too late to say anything, I can only ask for blessings.

Xu Chuanchuan didn't dare to lift his head, gritted his teeth, and said quietly: "In private...just... I've complained secretly..."

She suddenly rejoiced that she never liked to join in the fun. When others hugged together to gossip, she usually hides far away, or just pretends to be deaf and dumb. At most, she would find an offering or a reader to complain when she was unhappy, anyway, as long as she did not reveal the true information, it was safe.

She did not dare to confess to Murong Shi that she had posted such a Weibo, but she had a strong hunch that she might be finished as soon as she said this.

She is not afraid of deducting money, she is not sure if Murong Shi will fire her for it...

In order to keep his job, Xu Chuanchuan decided to go all out.

She raised her head abruptly, and while Murong Shi hadn't gone mad, she said eagerly: "Actually, what I said is not completely bad. I just think you are more...well, more cold..."

Murong Poetry seemed to smile but not to smile.

This expression was even more terrifying than scolding her directly. Xu Chuanchuan was so stunned by her that she hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I will never dare anymore!"

Murong Shi started knocking on the table again, again and again, but his attention was on the face in front of him.

Gao Leng is a completely different description from fierceness and female devil. The former is a neutral term, and the latter two are obviously derogatory. If it weren't for worrying about losing the horse, Murong Shi would have pointed to her nose and questioned.

Fortunately, she admitted her mistake quickly enough and deleted her Weibo. Seeing that her attitude was still sincere, Murong Shi decided to let her go.

"How is your writing?"

The topic suddenly jumped from the back to the writing, and caught Xu Chuanchuan who was anxious by surprise.

She stared at Murong Shi for a while, and couldn't tell if the expressionless person in front of her eyes was still angry. She was in a panic, her brain twitched, and she forgot even the basic modesty, nodded and said, "The writing is fine."

"Ah-"

If it weren't too close, Xu Chuanchuan would doubt if the ridicule just now was her hallucinations...

Murong Shi accurately put the pen into the pen holder, squeezed his ten fingers comfortably, and said: "Since the writing is good, then your article must be good."

Xu Chuanchuan couldn't figure out what Murong Shi wanted to do.

Anyway, listening to this should not fire her.

Xu Chuanchuan feels a little safe, but she is afraid that she will be too full of words to cause any trouble. She wants to add: "I actually..."

Murong Shi did not give her a chance: "Since you are so confident, then write me something."

"what?"

Murong Shi raised her eyebrows and said, "When you go back, you can write an article with more than a thousand words. Give it to me before Friday."

"What, what article?"

"Praise my article."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

Is this punishing her for speaking badly behind her back?

But is this punishment a bit too...perverted?