Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Yan Ran died.

The news seemed to pass in a flash in his peaceful life, without even leaving any traces.

He didn't feel so uncomfortable, just a little pity.

What a pity?

I can't tell myself.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 20%!]

If you really want to say it, Yan Ran is also a damned person, will he feel sad for a damned person?

of course not.
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In half a year, Fu's rise in the business world.

Fu Ji's person is even more famous, his means, his wisdom, everything about him, a born hunter, his name will always be followed by a long list of praiseworthy words showing the writer's literary skills, sharp The fangs can kill the enemy with one blow, leaving no armor behind.

His figure is active in various printed publications and news reports. He is only 21 years old, successful and famous, and has countless wealth.

At the same time, his feelings have also become the top priority of those media.

It's a pity that Fu Ji's outlet is very tight, and those reporters really didn't find any signs of it.

However, the atmosphere in the company has dropped to zero recently. The low air pressure makes everyone feel tight in the chest, making every employee feel like an enemy.

President Fu lost his temper again.

The reason was that he was dissatisfied with the copywriting planning of a department manager.

This kind of thing generally does not need to be reviewed by Fu Ji, and it will be handed over to the secretary first, who will pick out the mistakes and key points, and send it to him for review and signature after the complete revision is completed.

But today Fu Ji didn't know what was going on, he didn't stay in the spacious office, he came out to inspect, and casually flipped through a department manager's plan.

It's terrible to see this, it's like gasoline poured on fire, it burns beyond recognition, and makes people cry alive.

In fact, the staff rarely saw Fu Ji's really angry side.

But recently, I don't know if it's because of a bad mood, or some other reason, I get angry at every turn, my face is gloomy, and several people have already been slapped in the face, or they ran out crying.

When the regular meeting was held in the morning, those bosses did not escape.

The neatly organized, text-filled plan was thrown to the ground mercilessly, like a piece of worthless torn paper, "Look at what you have made? There is no technical content at all. What I want is never It's not a powerful and unconstrained style, if you can't do it tonight, get out of here!"

Everyone shrank back, not daring to lift their heads.

In the end, the main planner bit the bullet and stood up, "Mr. Fu, we have revised this plan three times..."

He suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "If you can't change it, let others change it, if you can't, get out."

The cold words and his expression were really terrifying. Everyone's face turned pale all of a sudden, and no one dared to speak out. Until Fu Ji left, none of them recovered from the extremely suppressed atmosphere.

boom--

The folder was thrown on the table, and a few sheets of paper flew out and fluttered to the ground.

He tugged on his tie, as if it wasn't enough, he took off the outer suit again, the hot and humid sticky feeling still remained, his forehead was bursting, and his teeth were clenched.

With his eyes closed, he slowly released the pent-up emotions in his chest, and it took him a long time to breathe out slowly, not letting the violent emotions control him.

When he returned to the old house, he really lost his appetite for dinner, it was tasteless, and he dropped his chopsticks on the spot after two bites.

Three of Fu's chefs have been fired.

He couldn't sleep at night, the weather was getting colder, and winter was coming. This was the weather he didn't like the most. Before, he just didn't like it, and didn't hate it, but now he felt a little hard.

Even with the heater on, it still feels cold.

Recently, insomnia has become more and more serious, and the effect of sleeping pills has become less and less effective, but he will still take it, at least he can sleep for a while.

There are many fragmented scenes in the dream, chaotic like fragments, when I wake up, I don’t remember anything.

He was always woken up by the cold, subconsciously went to grab the people around him, but only touched the cold air.

When I first woke up, my temples were painful and twitching.

Called Yan Ran several times, and slowly groped with the other hand, as if looking for something.

He is cold.

Yan Ran's body is always warm and soft, and every time she hugs him tightly, dispelling the cold air on his body.

He was so cold that he was about to shiver, why couldn't Yan Ran come over?

His head was getting more and more painful, he yelled again, and suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the big empty bedroom, the sky was slightly bright, and the slightest light shone in, making it cold and empty.

He suddenly laughed.

Got up and took two sleeping pills.

He endured a headache and thought disdainfully.

It's not that he misses Yan Ran anymore, he's just afraid of the cold.

He had almost forgotten that there was such a person.
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Suddenly, a piece of cake decorated with strawberries appeared in front of him.

Yan Ran raised his eyebrows, the red mole on the tip of his nose blurred, and he smiled casually: "Do you want to eat?"

He watched coldly.

Yan Ran held the cake in front of him, tilted his head, "Are you sure you don't want to eat it?"

His pupils trembled slightly, but no one noticed, because he concealed it perfectly, and it seemed that he just frowned in disgust.

Yan Ran sighed softly, as if a little disappointed, but she didn't force it, she just put the cut cake in place.

His face was expressionless, and there was a wolf-like fierce look in his indifferent eyes.

And Yan Ran seemed to be forced back by his indifference, and didn't speak to him. Later, a person who looked exactly like him came over.

Yan Ran laughed again, and followed that person away.

Without hesitation, he left without looking back.

His face darkened completely.

All of a sudden, the things on the coffee table were dropped, and the wine glasses, wine bottles, and ashtray were all smashed into the corner of the wall.

The force of the fall was not small, those fragile things were smashed into pieces, and the red liquid spilled out, making a mess all over the place.

Only the small piece of cake was safely placed on the coffee table without any trouble.

It was in stark contrast to the broken things on the ground.

He stood there with a dark face for a while, then sat down with a dark face, staring at the little cake like an enemy.

Today is his birthday, and it is also Fu Yi's birthday.

The cake Yan Ran gave him was also Fu Yi's.

Yan Ran also followed Fu Yi away.

He lowered his head and ate the sweet and greasy cake. He didn't have much expression on his face, but carefully wiped off all the cream that stuck to the plate and ate it, not a single drop was left.

After eating, he raised his head again, almost subconsciously wanting to look for that figure.

Yan Ran was right beside him, her amber eyes were bent, as if hiding a galaxy.

She said, "Xiao Ji, happy birthday."

The next chapter will be posted later