Coming out of An Ruoyu's house, He Wan'er was extremely depressed, and walked half the street like a lost soul, when she suddenly heard sirens coming from far and near, and it seemed that a police car was quickly approaching her neighborhood.

He Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously hid behind the trunk of a tree on the side of the road, and when she saw the word "national security" sprayed on the side of the two police cars, she couldn't help but be frightened.

Guoan's police cars were dispatched, but they still headed in the direction of An Ruoyu's house. Presumably, this is the National Security Bureau coming to get people.

She was extremely glad that she had decisively given up her decision just now after realizing that she couldn't get useful information from An Ruoyu, otherwise it would be a big trouble for her to trespass into a private house and encounter a national security door.

What's more, Qin Qian is also involved in this.

He Wan'er didn't dare to stay in the surrounding area anymore, so he called a car and went home directly, didn't eat a few bites of dinner, and kept thinking about An Ruoyu.

Compared with the answer of whether Mo Chunshan is Zhuo Anran or not, which will not yield results in the short term, what He Wan'er is extremely concerned about now is An Ruoyu's motives.

This person has been dormant in Tongcheng Road and Bridge for decades, and he has not left Tongcheng Road and Bridge for a long time without being reused, and now he has changed to a boss who values him, and a good future is at his fingertips, why did he start to make trouble?

This question has been haunting her mind, making her puzzled and vaguely uneasy.

Coupled with the sharp noise that has been echoing in his ears since listening to the recording, He Waner's headache and tinnitus have worsened, even if he lies quietly in bed, he has almost never slept all night.

Before seven o'clock, He Guan'er couldn't lie down anymore, and after taking a shower and changing clothes, he stood in front of the mirror for a long time.

She wiped the mist off the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, only to feel that the person in the mirror became stranger and stranger the more she looked.

"He Wan'er?" she whispered her name, but with a hint of inexplicable uncertainty. The name fell into my ears, mixed with the tinnitus that had been lingering and refused to go away, as if it had an echo, and my brain became more and more hollow.

In a trance, she heard the sound of the alarm clock coming from the bedroom, and instantly came back to her senses.

It's half past seven, and although there is no room for her to meddle in the case, life has to go on.

Yesterday the whole day disappeared, and she even turned off her mobile phone for An Ruoyu's business, presumably the newspaper office has become a mess.

Sure enough, after turning on the phone, messages and missed call prompts jumped in one after another. She didn't want to see how many people were looking for her during this period, so she only subconsciously clicked on the last voice message sent to her by Xiao Lei.

"Boss, why didn't you call back? The editor-in-chief couldn't find you and was very angry, where did you go?"

After hearing this, He Waner threw his mobile phone into his bag and hurried to the newspaper office, where he met Yu Wei'an, who also arrived early.

"Wan'er, why didn't you see anyone yesterday without saying a word? If you don't come and don't ask for leave, I won't answer my phone and turn off my phone. If it weren't for the fact that you still have a few people under you who can use it, what would I do if I read your column in this issue!"

Yu Wei'an had a calm face, and he couldn't help but get angry when there were people from other departments in the elevator.

He Wan'er knew that he was wrong this time, but he didn't have time to explain anything, and he didn't have the heart to think about how to make up for it.

She went back to the office and turned on the computer, looked at the folder named "To be modified" lying on the desktop, and shook her head impatiently, feeling more and more irritable.

She knows very well how bad her current state is, but less than three days before the publication date, the work is piling up, she doesn't want to read it, and she can't pick on it at this time, so she can only force herself to gnaw on one word at a time.

Most of the morning passed, and He Guaner had already drunk the third cup of coffee, and he had completed less than a third of his workload.

The side effects of drinking too much coffee soon appeared, and before it was lunch time, she was already on her third trip to the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, He Wan'er was startled by his haggard face when he washed his hands.

The skin is dull that can't be covered by foundation, the lips are dry and peeling, the color of the lipstick has been mottled, and the whole person looks very bad, and only the pupils seem to maintain their brightness.

He Wan'er stroked his face, opened his makeup bag and wanted to touch up his makeup, but just approached the mirror and suddenly saw the redness in his eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered for no reason the pair of blood-red eyes that appeared in her dream.

There was a sudden pain in his head, and the depths of his heart seemed to be pierced by a needle, and it was painfully crumbled. Then there was a wave of dizziness, and even the ceiling began to spin.

When she gradually became conscious, she found herself sitting on the toilet, panting and covering her heart, and beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.

He Wan'er sat for a while before his breathing gradually stabilized. She held her head in her hands and smiled bitterly, very dissatisfied with her current physical condition.

I haven't had insomnia for the past few days, and I really haven't rested well, but I haven't experienced a similar situation when I was on the news before. She still remembers the most exaggerated time when she stayed up late for a week to catch up on the manuscript without her head touching the pillow.

But at that time, I was young and in good health, and I was tired and slept against the table for half an hour, not to mention full blood resurrection, half blood was also there. It's like now, half-dead, and almost fainted.

He Wan'er laughed at himself, and just wanted to stand up, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, it should be someone coming towards the bathroom.

By the godsend, she actually closed the door of the cubicle - you can imagine that she must be a white face now, and she can't let others see the joke.

The footsteps gradually approached, and to the rough hearing, there seemed to be two people.

He Wan'er silently waited for the two to finish their work and leave, but they didn't come to the bathroom at all.

The footsteps stopped at the location of the washstand a few meters away, and then someone spoke: "I disappeared yesterday without asking for leave, and the manuscript was not reviewed, which made the editor-in-chief angry enough." I heard that I came here today, and I didn't go out in the office, and my face was very ugly. I guess she was afraid of our editor-in-chief's plan this time, and she couldn't find a way to deal with it, so she broke the jar and broke it. ”

This sweet voice is very recognizable, and He Wan'er knew that it was Nie Yun's assistant Fu Yingying as soon as he heard it.

As for who Fu Yingying is talking about, it is obvious.

He Wan'er shook her head with a smile, she had long understood that there was no one who didn't talk about people behind her back, especially with her character and experience, it was natural to be criticized by people.

However, in a place like the bathroom, where people come and go, Fu Yingying actually talked about her casually without defense - at least it is necessary to verify that there is really no talent here.

It seems that Nie Yun's vision is much worse now than before - as long as he is obedient, no matter how big his mouth is and how big the pit in his head is.

"It's not that Bai Tinghai and the editor-in-chief were old classmates back then, so she was able to come in, and the editor-in-chief also asked your editor-in-chief to take her at the beginning. As a result, when people's wings hardened, they could flutter, so they squeezed out the teacher who brought her into the industry in the first place, and I, an outsider, couldn't look at it. ”

The person who answered Fu Yingying's words was the editor of the legal column, and his surname seemed to be Chen.

He Wan'er was not impressed by her, he only felt that this person greeted her politely and politely when he met her on weekdays, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to show his own ideas.

Complaining about people who can't be used to it with colleagues is obviously the best way to connect feelings, Fu Yingying was interested, and her mouth crackled: "This time, our editor-in-chief's plan, even if it is clearly laid out, that woman can't catch that line." ”

She paused, lowered her voice a little, and was a little proud: "The editor-in-chief said that Mo Chunshan has been appointed to meet in Tongcheng Building, and if it goes well, the first draft of the interview can be completed today." ”

Editor Chen was surprised: "So fast? Wasn't there just a plan last week?"

Fu Yingying was quite proud: "There is the editor-in-chief's girlfriend over there, this interview is nine out of ten, and the editor-in-chief also said that from this time of planning, we must gradually regain the lost ground, and let the people of the group see who is the leader of Shancheng Business Daily." ”