Transmigrating into the Male Supporting Character’s Ex-wife

The first winter Ruan tweeted, the company seemed to have entered the cold winter period.

I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion. The atmosphere of laughter and laughter disappeared, and even Tu, who always loves to joke on the weekday, is always on the floor, no longer following the secretary as brightly as usual, even if they have Determined the relationship between boyfriend and girl.

Lao Meng had visited Tu Nan many times in private, and wanted to inquire about what was going on. What he got was an uncertain answer from Tu Nan.

Ruan tweeted that office was still there. The ornaments in the office remained untouched, as if waiting for the owner to return.

Lao Meng will hang some safety symbols in the office every three to five times. The office is already full of dangdang. It looks kind of auspicious, but the people who prayed for peace still have n’t come back.

Christmas Eve.

Cheng Jun finished working as usual, sitting in an office chair, wondering whether he was dazed or contemplative.

Cheng Jun, who thought Ruan tweeted that he was not around, would not take his body seriously as before, and would not take care of himself. Everyone didn't expect that every rainy or snowy day, he would remember to put on his coat, solve three meals regularly in the cafeteria, cherish his body, loneliness, and few words.

Before meeting Ruan tweeted, Cheng Jun was also so silent. At that time, he was too lazy to talk, but now, when facing them, he has nothing to say.

Sometimes they are really afraid that he will get sick.

But no one in the world can persuade Cheng Jun, the only person who can walk into his heart is the culprit that makes him so numb.

"Boss, don't you go home?" Fu Zicheng asked carefully.

On Christmas Eve, Tu Nan went out to play with his secretary, Jiao Fanfei went to the United States to find An Rou, but he was miserable and miserable, but he saw the empty floor, and Cheng Jun still sat quietly on a chair. at every turn.

His inquiry sounded, and after a while, Cheng Jun glanced at him dullly: "Huh?"

"I mean, don't you go back ... home."

As soon as this sentence came out, Fu Zicheng knew he was wrong. For Cheng Jun, an empty house is still a home. Not to mention Cheng Jun, even he himself sadly looked away, only to whisper sorry.

Cheng Jun stood up silently. In Fu Zicheng's gaze, he picked up his coat and draped it over his shoulder, and silently left the office. The driver is still waiting for him in the parking lot. He commutes mechanically every day, almost without opening his eyes, and can remember the place where he should step on every step.

Probably because it was too boring, he even counted how many steps were needed from the office to the parking space, and how many steps were needed to get off the car and get home.

The distance from heaven to **** is so long.

The shoes stepped on the stairs, step by step, and the empty corridor sounded an echo of footsteps. There was no expression on his face, and he walked up the stairs slowly as in the past. At this moment, only a slight "slap" was heard, and the corridor suddenly fell into darkness.

His footsteps froze in place.

In the black corridor, there was a silent silence.

Cheng Jun held the handrail tightly in one hand, his back straight, his face in the dark blurred. In the corridor where he couldn't see his five fingers, he held his breath and was so nervous that the fingers that fell on the handrail were shaking.

"……is it you."

No one responded for a long time.

At this time, someone in the corridor walked out to check what was going on. The footsteps of Xuanxuanxuan became louder. Some people said that the area was in power outage, so it would be better later.

As he said, the lights in the corridor suddenly turned on.

Cheng Jun stood in the same place for a while, as if he was on the verge of being abandoned by the whole world, turning back with the last hint of hope.

The empty corridor has nothing.

He squeezed his lips, his hands relaxed, pulled the railing of the handrail, and slowly squatted down, burying his head on his knees.

The lights in the corridor were dazzling and even dazzling.

The two worlds operate at completely different times. Another world has already spent more than half a year, and on this side, Ruan tweeted just half a day.

With hope of going back, she stepped into the gate of the net.

After a minute.

Ruan tweeted the hardest things in life.

That is-no money.

The mobile phone couldn't use the payment function, and there was no change in her body. After she digged it all over and maintained the dead silence with the big eyes of the network administrator, Ruan tweeted whether to take the eardrops. Silver earrings are more or less worthwhile.

As she hesitated, the webmaster said quietly, "I've seen a lot of girls like you, but I usually refuse them mercilessly. After all, I don't have much salary."

Ruan tweeted: "?"

"However, for a girl like you who is outspoken and unpretentious, I really saw it for the first time." He wiped his hair. "Don't say monthly, it's all right. I'll choose the best position for you. "

Ruan twitched for a moment, and suddenly realized that the other party seemed to think of her as a little girl who came over and rubbed on the Internet.

"Wait, I mean ..."

"No need to say more!"

The other person waved her with her back in a chic manner: "I can't hold on to a girl like you who can breathe."

Ruan tweeted: "..."

Really, the requirements are very low.

The network management brother helped her to turn on the machine, and the computer in the corner is still pretty good, just far away from the general boys who play games. She was about to say thank you, her stomach suddenly gurgled, and the two fell into the same embarrassment of death.

Ruan tweeted: "..." is really not her fault!

The network management brother quietly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and ordered the Meituan takeaway: "Say, what can I eat, I can afford Ma Ma with beer."

"It's really not necessary!" She really didn't plan to eat or drink!

Despite being tired and hungry, Ruan tweeted.

She really has no face to eat or drink. She had intended to figure out what was going on and left here quickly. The elder brother of the network management left without saying a word. When Ruan tweeted and waited for the boot, when he started the article, the younger brother came and ate again.

"The food in the restaurant opposite is delicious."

"Ah, this ..."

"It's okay, it didn't cost a few dollars."

Ruan tweeted embarrassedly to take a fried rice and drink. When the younger brother left, she opened the plastic bag in a hurry and stuffed her mouth with food, as if she was hungry for several days.

The food in the mouth hadn't been swallowed, and it was a few bites of fried rice. Ruan tweeted enough to choke, just preparing to unscrew the drink, and suddenly thought there might be the possibility of medicine in the drink. Then she thought again that the food might not be clean either. Thinking of this, Ruan tweeted his stomach and nausea, pushed the chair away, rushed to the toilet and spit out all of it.

While she retched, physiological tears could not help but chuckle.

After spending a lot of time with Cheng Jun, he has lost his original vigilance and can so easily accept meals from strangers. Ruan tweeted that he was almost blinded, even if the other party looked harmless, it was not Cheng Jun, and he should not be trusted easily.

She picked up a handful of cold water and slapped it on her face to make herself sober.

It does n’t matter if you do n’t eat or drink, as long as she finds a way to go back, the appetite is a little torture.

Ruan tweeted and straightened his body. The woman in the mirror looked haggard, her eyes were red, her curly hair was soaked in cold water, and she looked a little embarrassed. She wiped her face with a tissue and took a deep breath before going out of the bathroom.

Cheng Jun was already panicking at this time, maybe looking for her in the middle of the night at the moment, and before the time was too late, she must find a way back early!

Ruan tweeted back to his seat and pushed all the meals and drinks aside. She took off the earrings and stuffed them in her pockets so that she didn't look like she had money in her hands.

After she checked the information, she left the earrings as payment for the other party. Whether she is kind or conspiracy, she is grateful that someone can bring a warm meal to herself.

Ruan tweeted to open a website that he hadn't been to in a long time, log in to his account, and find the subscription record.

At the bottom is the last book she subscribed to.

Looking at the familiar name, Ruan Chirp took a deep breath, clicked in, and hurried through the plot.

When she saw the name of Cheng Jun when she recalled her previous life, her heart trembled, but unfortunately it was mentioned in a few strokes.

From the first chapter to the last chapter, the plot of the whole book is like a movie, which automatically substitutes a familiar face and fast-forwards in Ruan tweeted.

This book has been completed for more than half a year, and the first chapter is still being brushed down one after another. The female host of the Tucao author is not worthy of the male host, and he has made another bitch. She opened the author's column, which showed that the other party had not updated for a long time. Perhaps she gave up writing, or she was scolded to doubt her life. The latest update time is always at the end.

Seeing the update time, Ruan tweeted not knowing why, but also had a complex taste that could not be said.

The author's copy says that the vomiting article must wear a vicious female outfit. If she writes a long comment on the vomiting, will she be able to go back?

She clicked on the comment, the reader's name was filled with the word tweeting, and her fingertips struck the keyboard, making a loud noise, but after a while, a splendid long comment came out. She uses sharp words, almost sees the blood, and makes the whole article useless. With the last period, she exhaled for a long time.

The mouse landed on the send button for a long time.

Her fingertips failed to point.

Ruan tweeted to read his comments again, pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment and then deleted the long and eloquent comments, and wrote another article. I still pointed out the faults of this article and some points worth voicing.

The branching speed slowed her typing, and she typed another line. In the end, she left a sentence.

[Despite many shortcomings, but thank you for bringing me to the world. Please don't give up writing. ]

Click Send.

Ruan tweeted, lying wearily on the computer table.

The hero and heroine in the story are no longer pure symbols in her mind. They wrote a long paragraph of voicing and long commentary, but it seems to be contrary to her original intention. What's more, the author has already stopped writing.

"..."

She still thinks about other ways.

Ruan tweeted on his stomach for a while, and wanted to wake up to contact the author on Weibo so that he could find a new solution.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, she sneezed, rubbed her eyes and sat upright. The computer screen was still on, staying on the page of her long comment, she subconsciously clicked refresh, but saw someone reply to her below.

1st floor: +1

2nd floor: The landlord is quite persuasive.

3rd floor: A little touched.

...

Ruan tweeted slowly, and saw the 10th floor, showing the author's reply.

Author: Sorry, long time not on the line, just want to update a few chapters special episode, we want to see can see. I will never give up writing.

Update Fanwai.

……and many more.

Update, extra?

Ruan tweeted and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and his heart began to thump instantly.

She had a hunch that she was going back!