After Being Bent by Reader

General Manager's Office.

This room is very large and the air-conditioning is turned on to the lowest level. Every time Xu Chuanchuan comes in, it feels like he has entered the refrigerator. Without Murong Shi, she could finally look at everything in it unscrupulously.

A heavy solid wooden table with a dull color, a huge bookcase of the same color, and a set of dull leather sofas...all in cool colors.

In fact, the things in it were all rearranged by Murong Mingkun, and Murong Shi didn't pay much attention to it. He only replaced a rotating office chair with a big red backrest.

Not dare to touch, Xu Chuanchuan sat down on the sofa properly. Before Murong Shi came back, she took out her mobile phone, clicked on the little penguin, and found an offering.

Xu Chuanchuan: "I am alone in our boss's daughter's office. It feels so weird."

An Ji: "???"

Xu Chuanchuan: "It's nothing, I'm just a little panicked."

She just felt that she was too deserted and wanted to find something to do for herself, so that she would divert her attention from thinking about why she would hide in it.

An Ji: "It's boring, I thought you were going to tell me something."

Xu Chuanchuan: "[Sanya] Don't you take a nap?"

Without waiting for Anji's reply, he heard the movement of unscrewing the doorman behind him, Xu Chuanchuan panicked and put away his phone, turned his head and saw Murong Poetry. She reacted quickly and stood up.

Murong Shi glanced at her and said, "It's okay, you sit down."

Xu Chuanchuan sat down again, his posture remained the same, but his nerves were not as relaxed as before. She watched Murong Shi approach step by step, and asked, "Have you had lunch?"

"Yeah." Murong Shi paused as he passed the water dispenser, "Would you like to drink water?"

Xu Chuan waved her hands again and again: "No need, you are busy with you." She shrank her neck, wishing to shrink herself into a ball to reduce her sense of presence.

But after all, she can't be invisible, and she can still feel Murong Shi's two burning eyes scanning her back and forth, focusing on the top of her head.

Xu Chuanchuan was embarrassed and afraid to touch, she deliberately changed the subject: "Do you want to take a break? I promise you won't make any noise."

She didn't know that Murong Shi usually rests on the sofa where she sits on her ass.

Murong Shi said silently, "No need." She walked around the computer desk and opened the drawer. Inside was a box of instant coffee. She took one of them and said, "Would you like coffee?"

"Huh?" Xu Chuanchuan was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Murong Shi was asking himself, shaking his head, "No, I just ate."

Murong Shi did not insist, shook the powder in the bag, tore open the package, and poured the coffee powder into a clean mug.

Xu Chuanchuan watched her pick up the cup as if she was about to come over to collect water, and stood up and said, "I'll help you."

Murong Shi stopped her with a look: "No, I can't smell the paint, just sit there."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..." Well, it turned out to be disgusting that she smelled bad.

I don't know if the green paint on his head is dry, Xu Chuanchuan moved his neck uncomfortably: "Does Linda usually take a long time to eat?"

The bottled water "gurgled", Murong Shi said casually while receiving the water, "It's not happy anyway."

Then when does she have to wait?

Xu Chuanchuan was a little anxious: "Or I..."

Murong Shi seemed to know what she was going to say, and immediately intercepted her words: "She let you work and you become like this. It is reasonable to ask her to help you. You can wait with peace of mind. If you are bored, just read the magazine. You can treat me as if I don’t exist."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..." This is your place. Why do I think you don't exist?

"You can also read novels."

Xu Chuanchuan gave a chuckle in his heart and looked up at her swiftly.

Murong Shi's expression and tone were very casual. I don't know why, Xu Chuanchuan always felt that Murong Shi's eyes looked a little strange, straight and focused, as if she was studying her as an object.

This feeling is very bad. Xu Chuanchuan didn't know what she was guilty of. She hurriedly lowered her head and found several magazines under the coffee table. She picked it up and flipped through it.

Behind him is the sound of Murong Shi walking around, unhurriedly, as if walking.

Xu Chuanchuan obviously felt the airflow behind her approaching her, and she tightened her back.

In the next second, Murong Shi's voice rang above his head: "This is the first time I have seen this kind of girl with this green hair on her head."

Xu Chuanchuan remembered that Murong Shi said just now that she was not used to the smell of paint, and she leaned back subconsciously.

At the same time, there was a "click" on the top of the head.

Xu Chuanchuan was unclear, so he looked up.

An Apple phone was facing her, and another "click" sounded, taking her horrified face in.

Murong Shi pursed her lips and smiled, admiring the masterpiece, and said: "The effect of adding a filter is better, as if a piece of grass grows on top of your head."

"..." Xu Chuanchuan couldn't laugh, and tugged at the corners of his stiff mouth. "You don't want to post to Moments, right?"

Murong Shi did not answer. She looked from left to right, cast her gaze on Xu Chuanchuan's face, and said solemnly: "You have good features, and your skin has no major blemishes. It's very photogenic."

The sudden praise made Xu Chuanchuan temporarily lose her language ability, but before she had time to blush, the next sentence of Murong's poem made her face froze.

Murong Shi still stared at her face and said, "Do you know where you are from your sister?"

Xu Chuanchuan was stunned: "My sister?" Why did you get involved with Xu Xiangxiang?

Murong Shi herself was very tall, and she was wearing high heels. She looked at Xu Chuanchuan in a condescending posture for a long time, slowly bending down, and approaching Xu Chuanchuan's face a little bit with a look on her face.

Although the other party did nothing, Xu Chuanchuan was shocked. She didn't know what Murong Shi wanted to do, so she could only hold her breath.

The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, Xu Chuanchuan has the illusion that they will kiss each other a little closer. If it's not for Murong Shi's expression being too serious...

She couldn't hold it anymore and moved aside. A puff of blood rushed up, and she suddenly felt very hot.

Murong Shi stood up slowly at this time.

Compared with Xu Chuanchuan's panic, she was indifferent, as if she could not see Xu Chuanchuan's dodge, she said slowly: "The reason why your sister is more cute than you is because she treats people sincerely, unlike you. Too much."

Xu Chuanchuan hadn't been relieved from the predicament just now, and his body was stifled by this hunchback. She blinked: "Why do I have so much heart? I'm very sincere to everyone, too."

Murong Shi sneered: "Really?"

Xu Chuanchuan feels very innocent: "Why am I not sincere?"

Murong Shi Lianrong didn't answer, she looked down, tapped her finger on the phone screen, and said, "No kidding, I deleted it."

What she deleted were the two close-ups of Xu Chuanchuan's head that she had just taken, and Xu Chuanchuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"But as a warning, I will never delete the previous recording." Murong Shi shook his phone.

Xu Chuanchuan said to his heart again in one breath.

She regrets it. The office is so big, it's not good to go anywhere. Why does she want to come in here?

As expected, Murong Shi was not so kind, every minute and every second of staying with her was a torture for Xu Chuanchuan.

Knowing that, she would rather be laughed at by the whole company...

When will Linda come back... who can hear her...

Maybe because she was tired from standing, Murong Shi changed her posture and sat on the armrest of the sofa. As a result, the distance between the two people got closer, and Xu Chuanchuan moved aside calmly. Worrying that Murong Shi would sit down, she moved back to make sure that Murong Shi could not sit down in the empty seat.

When I realized that my behavior was too stupid, Murong Shi’s chuckle sounded in his ears, and she suddenly heard her say: "By the way, last time you said that you can read novels for insomnia. Do you have anything to recommend to me? ?"

Xu Chuanchuan stopped moving and looked at her suspiciously.

Murong Shi's eyes were calm, her expression was calm and she couldn't see a trace of flaws, she was completely chatting with her.

Xu Chuanchuan's eyes flashed, and he said, "You can read Chinese and foreign masterpieces."

Murong Shi tucked his hair casually, and said: "Forget about famous books, I don't like things that are too advanced."

Hot, why is it getting hotter and hotter?

Xu Chuanchuan squeezed the palm of his hand: "What type do you like? You can actually go to the Xinhua Bookstore. There are all kinds of books in there. You can..."

"Forget it, I'm afraid of trouble." Murong Shi interrupted her, changing the conversation, "What novels do you usually read?"

This is a normal question, but Xu Chuanchuan has an ominous premonition. But seeing Murong Shi's expression so relaxed, she couldn't help but be puzzled.

Under tension, she didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "I usually read online novels with no connotation. You won't be interested."

Murong Poetry was very interested, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, reluctantly: "What novel is that?"

"This..." Xu Chuanchuan has rarely read other people's novels since writing. What she recently pursued was the serialized article of An Ji, but she couldn't say it.

Countless questions flashed in her heart: Why did Murong Shi suddenly mention novels? Is it just for small talk or for temptation? What is the purpose of temptation? Is Murong Poetry really a passerby poem?

When the last question came up, Xu Chuanchuan was taken aback by himself.

"What's your face? Are you reading a horror novel?"

Xu Chuanchuan laughed a few times and followed her words: "Yes, yeah, it's a bit scary."

In fact, it's not a lie. An Ji's novels belong to an infinite stream of horror.

"Insomnia reading horror novels? You seem to be insulting my IQ."

Xu Chuanchuan was dumb.

"Don't tell me." Murong Shi stood up suddenly and looked at her condescendingly, her unpredictable slender eyes seemed to say: "Acknowledge it, you're not honest, you just have a lot of mind."

It was not until Murong Shi walked to the desk step by step that Xu Chuanchuan dare to wipe the sweat from his heart on his pants. It was too hard. It was harder than death. She stood up abruptly and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

She couldn't wait for Murong Shi's response and rushed out.

There was no one in the bathroom, and Xu Chuanchuan finally saw his green hair in the mirror, and he wanted to cry without tears.

She tried to touch it, it was disgusting if it was half-dry.

After washing with hand sanitizer for a long time, the paint on my hands was washed off. Xu Chuanchuan looked at himself with a green head and a green face in the mirror, and suddenly wanted to slap himself.

Of course she was not willing to make a heavy hand. She slapped her cheek symbolically, pointed at the person in the mirror and cursed in a low voice: "Just ask and just panic like this. Are you a little good?"

Crisp applause echoed in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Xu Chuanchuan went back into the office dejectedly.

Murong Shi sits on the big red chair and plays with her mobile phone, with one big white leg resting on the table, the other dangling on it, and her round toe nails are coated with red nail polish.

As soon as Xu Chuanchuan entered, she saw such a beautiful scene, she was dumbfounded, thinking that she had gone to the wrong room.

It's so white... She swallowed unconsciously.

Suddenly, the two trembling white legs stopped, Murong Shi didn't even look at her, and said lazily, "Linda is already on the way back. You can wait a little longer."

"Okay..." Xu Chuanchuan sat back on the sofa again, standing still, but his eyes couldn't help but want to look over there.

It was the first time I saw Murong Shi showing herself so casually in front of her. To be honest, she was quite shocked. I really wanted to ask her: "The air conditioner is so big, can you stand it with white legs?"

She didn't dare to ask her ten courage, she looked back, and suddenly heard a "dingdong".

WeChat alert tone.

The voice is too familiar, but Xu Chuanchuan knows it's not hers.

Murong Shi was replying to WeChat. She was replying with text, with a leisurely expression and slow typing.

Seeing her frowning, Xu Chuanchuan didn't know who annoyed her, so she threw the phone on the table.

With a "bang", Xu Chuanchuan struck a spirit.

Afterwards, she saw Murong Shi slowly put her legs down and adjusted her posture, instantly changing from a lazy queen to a serious and sharp "devil head".

Hey, I haven't seen enough of the big white legs. Xu Chuanchuan said with emotion in his heart.

Murong Shi seemed to be staring at the computer screen without blinking her eyes, but she was in a daze.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong" was heard several times again. It seemed that there was new news coming in. Murong Shi picked up the phone again and replied impatiently.

Xu Chuanchuan looked at his mobile phone, WeChat was quiet, and QQ was quiet.

There was a lot of excitement among the blocked readers. Unread Message 99, she clicked and glanced at it. By coincidence, some readers said: "You have not found out, the local tyrants who like thunder do not like chatting, poem The baby seems to have only said a few words in the group."

Xu Chuanxuan thought about it and clicked on the head of the poem of the passerby.

Xu Chuanchuan: "What are you doing?"

As soon as these three words were sent out, she immediately put away the phone, and at the same time looked at Murong Shi who was sitting behind the computer.

The distance is too far to see clearly, she vaguely saw Murong Shi blinked at that moment. Murong Shi’s mobile phone has always had WeChat messages, and the "Ding Dong Ding Dong" sound disturbed her. She was not sure if she heard the subtle vibration.

Murong Shi raised her head unexpectedly.

Xu Chuanchuan's prying eyes were too late, she was a little flustered, but she wanted to be strong and calm. Suddenly there was an idea and said: "Do you usually use WeChat?"

Murong Shi put his arm on the arm of the chair, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and tapping the table with the other hand. He gave an expressionless "um" and asked, "You want to add me WeChat?"

"That's not true." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xu Chuanchuan's face, "I usually use QQ more."

Murong Shi quietly watched her not answer.

Xu Chuanchuan bit his scalp and asked carefully, "Do you use QQ?"

Murong Shi still had no expression on her face, her thin lips opened slightly, and she said, "WeChat is enough, QQ is rarely used. What else do you want to ask?"

There are too many questions to ask, but Murong Shi's arrogant attitude forced her to dare not talk nonsense. The phone hasn't been moving. Xu Chuanchuan knew that the passer-by poetry did not reply to her, but she did not dare to try any more, and sneered: "No more, please continue..."

Linda finally returned after five minutes.

There was one more person in the room, and Xu Chuanchuan suddenly felt a lot less pressure. She was so excited that she almost stood up to give Linda a hug.

The paint is almost dry. Fortunately, Xu's hair is only tied to his shoulders, and the amount of hair is small, so it is easier to handle.

Despite this, Linda took nearly half an hour and said to her: "Wash your hair several times when you go back."

"Okay thank you."

"What's your kindness, you wouldn't be like this if you didn't help me."

Xu Chuanchuan grabbed his hair with his hands and smiled suddenly: "Then I'm going back."

Linda followed her, but was called by Murong Shi, "Linda, come here."

"what's happenin?"

Murong Shi said to Linda until he saw the door closed and made sure that Xu Chuanchuan was gone, "No matter who asks, I am not allowed to tell anyone about my novels."

Linda's expression changed and said, "Shao Jiang asked before, and then I told him..."

"Don't tell anyone anymore."

Linda wondered, is reading a novel considered a secret? But she didn't ask much, and solemnly said: "I promise no one will ask in the future."

Murong Shi looked at the phone, and the page stayed on QQ. She opened the private chat that Xu Chuanchuan sent to her half an hour ago. The content is only three words, which is clear at a glance.

Dare to test in front of you? It's getting more and more presumptuous.

Murong Shi snorted, groaned, and said, "I may have a courier in a few days. Give me your home address, and then help me collect it."

"Row."

…

It was not until he got home from get off work that Xu Chuanchuan saw the reply from passer-by poetry to her: "Something?"

The message was sent after she got off work.

The message was sent to test Murong Shi's identity, of course she did not succeed. Now that he saw this news, Xu Chuanchuan's heart became more complicated than it was then, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the phone shook, and she looked down.

Passerby Poem: "You said you want to give me a physical book before, do you have any more?"

Xu Chuanchuan was stunned. Isn't this local tyrant always rejecting her kindness? Why did your attitude change today?

Xu Chuanchuan: "Yes, every one is included. Which ones do you want?"

Passerby poem: "You can figure it out. My address is *****, and my phone is *****"

Even the address and mobile phone number were sent over, Xu Chuanchuan was dumbfounded. Which routine is this?

The address was detailed to a certain unit in a certain district, but Xu Chuanchuan had never heard of the name of that district. But since they are in the same area in the same city, it seems that they are not far away.

Such unreservedly sent the real information to her, is it really different between Taoist Poetry and Murong Poetry?

Xu Chuanchuan: "How should I write the recipient, write a passerby poem directly?"

Passerby poem: "You can write anything, whatever you want."

Xu Chuanchuan:...

The other party didn't play the cards according to common sense, and Xu Chuanchuan was confused.

The only way to prove it now is...

Xu Chuanchuan put his finger on the string of numbers and clicked to dial.

"Dududu—"

It's not an empty number, but it got through!

For fear of someone's familiar voice coming from the other end, Xu Chuanchuan was so frightened that she didn't even dare to take the phone. She put the phone on the table and pressed hands-free.

After the busy tone lasted for a few seconds, there was a "meow" sound on the other end of the phone.

Xu Chuanchuan:? ? ?

Is it because her ears are broken or the phone is broken, why is there a meow?

Xu Chuanchuan got closer, pinching his throat into the receiver: "Hello—"

Opposite: "Meow meow—"

Xu Chuanchuan:...

If you heard it right, it's just a meow.

Xu Chuanchuan hung up the phone depressed.

Murong Shi's mobile phone number is not publicly available. As an ordinary assistant, Xu Chuanchuan certainly does not have her number, so there is no way to compare it.

Suddenly a line of words appeared on the screen in front of me.

Passerby poem: "It wasn't you who called my phone just now, right?"

Xu Chuanxuan's heart tightened, regretting that she was impulsive just now, and she wanted to choke herself to death.

It's really nasty to try other people's privacy time and time again... Xu Chuanchuan thought for a long time, and finally decided to confess.

Xu Chuanchuan: "Yes... I'm afraid you are wrong, I want to see if I can get it through."

Passerby Poem: "It's my number, is there anything else?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "But I only heard meowing just now..."

Passerby poem: "Oh, that's my cat. Our little cute is very smart. Sometimes when I'm not in it, he will answer the phone for me."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..." Your cats are all fine, why don't you go to heaven!