It's dusk.

Han Ziyu drove home at a speed of eighty yards, and he was in a hurry.

It just so happened that Zhang Xinhe at this time was really washing clothes at home, the suit smelled too much wine, Zhang Xinhe also deliberately washed it, this washing and washing, Zhang Xinhe felt something in the pocket of the suit, and when he touched it, it turned out to be...

Han Ziyu took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, tried to keep himself calm, and opened the door and went in. Looking over from the living room, I happened to see the suit, the suit had been sunburned, and Han Ziyu's face suddenly became ugly.

"Why are you back, aren't you eating at my sister's house?" Zhang Xinhe was at home, sitting on the sofa and watching TV very calmly.

"My..."Han Ziyu found that he was stammering a little, but he still stubbornly asked knowingly, "My suit is washed?"

"Your suit was dirty because you vomited, can you still not wash it?" Zhang Xinhe asked rhetorically, looked at Han Ziyu's flustered face, and added, "What's wrong with you?

"No, I'm out for a cigarette. Han Ziyu said. Han Ziyu can smoke, and generally only smokes when he is particularly irritable, and usually does not smoke. Han Ziyu deliberately went to the balcony to check if there were any underwear.

Sister Zhang Xinru told him that it was a pair of translucent lace panties.

But this stumped Han Ziyu, because there were several pairs of translucent lace panties hanging on it, because his wife also wore this style of underwear.

Han Ziyu had no choice but to take advantage of his wife's concentration on watching TV, quietly put down the suit, touched a few pockets, and touched the trousers, but found nothing.

Zhang Xinhe, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, still found her husband secretly looking for something on the balcony through the reflection of the TV glass.

And Han Ziyu on the balcony was already in a hurry, thinking: How many pairs of this underwear does his wife have? Will one of these few pairs of underwear belong to his sister Zhang Xinru? Has his wife already found out? Do you want to confess to your wife? Or do you want to find an excuse to lie to your wife? Or simply don't know, in case you ask, you will say that you have been drunk for a long time and don't know where these underwear came from?

Han Ziyu thought about it, and saw that his wife seemed to be casual, and he didn't question himself anything, maybe she didn't find it, maybe she trusted herself, maybe she wanted to suppress this matter, anyway, Han Ziyu found a lot of reasons for herself, and in the end, Han Ziyu made up her mind to act as if this had never happened.

At night, in the dead of night.

Han Ziyu told himself to forget about last night's incident and love his wife well. Han Ziyu felt that since he couldn't conquer or attract his wife in terms of material, money, status, appearance, etc., he conquered her in bed.

Early in the morning, Han Ziyu, who was carrying a huge loan, had to go to work on the second day of his wedding.

"The editor-in-chief wants to see you, he seems to be very angry, hurry up. Before Han Ziyu's ass sat firmly, his colleague Zhou Shuting came over and quietly told Han Ziyu.

Han Ziyu was very puzzled, his manuscript had already been handed in, and he only took two days off to get married, what happened to him? Han Ziyu went in a hurry.

The editor-in-chief's name is Chen Zhonglian, a middle-aged man in his fifties, it stands to reason that he should be very calm when he is middle-aged, but this Chen Zhonglian is like a woman who is in menopause, and his temper is getting hotter and hotter. His subordinates couldn't stand him, but he had no choice but to endure it, the KPI at the end of the year was completely in his hands, which directly affected the year-end bonus, which was very short of money for Han Ziyu, who was very short of money, in front of the current editor-in-chief, he could only endure his anger, and he could never slap the table and say: Lao Tzu is gone!

When Chen Zhonglian saw Han Ziyu coming in, he deliberately stood up, took off his glasses, and said, "Xiao Han, you are not too young, how can you do things so unreliable?"

Han Ziyu wondered, how could this manuscript be unreliable?

"Editor-in-Chief Chen, is there anything wrong with this manuscript? You say, I'll take it back and revise it again. Han Ziyu smiled and spoke very politely. This editor-in-chief, he had to curry favor, he didn't know how long he would stay in this newspaper, and now that he was completely trapped by the mortgage, Han Ziyu didn't dare to jump ship at all.

"I don't need to change this draft. Chen Zhonglian said impatiently.

"Why?" asked Han Ziyu puzzled.

"Why else?" Chen Zhonglian picked up the manuscript and smashed it on Han Ziyu's face, and said angrily: "I said that you have a better brain, you see what you write, you write about Director Liu's bad things? Who is Director Liu? Can you write this? Are you asking our newspaper to close?"

Han Ziyu suddenly felt that he was very wronged, and hurriedly explained: "Editor-in-Chief Chen, my manuscript is just discussing this social phenomenon, besides, I didn't name Director Liu?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhonglian became even more angry, slapped the table and shouted: "I don't care what your reason is, anyway, the affairs of officialdom are just three words: don't write!"

There was silence in the office.

Chen Zhonglian calmed down for a moment, after all, this Han Ziyu is a fierce general under him, in case he also comes to the table and says that Lao Tzu is gone, then he is estimated to not be the editor-in-chief for long.

Chen Zhonglian calmed down, patted Han Ziyu on the shoulder again, and said: "Xiao Han, in fact, I value you very much, but I am also weak in some drafts, so let's do it, there was a bloody case in Zhaoyuan yesterday, and the provincial and municipal leaders also sent a letter, asking all cities and counties to investigate the Xie Sect organization, I think you should go to the city to find out if there is any material in this area and write a manuscript?"

Han Ziyu left the office, and the manuscript was not returned, and was directly confiscated by Editor-in-Chief Chen. Han Ziyu could only swallow his teeth in his stomach, and had to find materials to write a manuscript again, but he kept nagging in his heart: This is not allowed to be written, that is not allowed to be written, even reporters have no freedom of speech!

"Wait!" Han Ziyu had just taken two steps out of the door, and the editor-in-chief opened the door and stopped again, saying, "There will be an intern today, I arranged it for you, and you are responsible for taking him." ”

Han Ziyu nodded, and when it was ten o'clock in the morning, the personnel department sent a woman. This woman was arranged for Han Ziyu.

The girl's name is Shen Xin, she just graduated this summer, and she is a blank piece of paper.

Shen Xin is very sweet, not tall, and has very smart eyes, so he can see that he is a person whose brain turns relatively quickly. Shen Xin not only looks sweet, but also has a sweeter mouth, followed Han Ziyu, kept shouting master, like a coquette, shouting Han Ziyu's heart numb.

"I'll give you a task, you can look on the Internet and see if there are any cases or news about cult organizations in our city for me. Han Ziyu assigned a small task to Shen Xin.

Shen Xin sat next to Han Ziyu, and began to check the information very seriously, thinking: This master looks good, and he has to stutter. Then he said, "Master, shall I invite you to dinner at noon?"

Han Ziyu was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Shen Xin, Shen Xin's eyes rolled, and he looked at himself with a cute and innocent look.