Chapter 11: The Storm is Coming and the Smoke Fills the Building (4)
() Is Wenda, this girl, reluctant to give up before parting? Or is it using soft grinding and hard foaming to soften Du Jianyu's heart?
Is she still not dead hearted, or does she want to fight Du Jianyu over and embrace it?
I shook my head, trying to get the conjecture out of my head and focus on the project description I was going to do.
For days, Venda was tormenting my nerves in this way. For Du Jianyu's sake, in order not to increase the pressure on him, I can only endure; For Wenda to have fun, I can leave here as much as possible, and I can only endure it.
Xiaolan's side cast resentful and jealous glances from time to time, and I can only endure it.
I can't bear to think that there is any other way? As the saying goes: further precipice, take a step back and open the sky.
I work hard to be detached and free-spirited.
Besides, there are many things in the world that do not belong to you, and no matter how closely you keep an eye on them, they may not necessarily belong to you in the end.
Instead of trying in vain, it's better to concentrate on doing something that is truly your own.
On this day, Du Jianyu and I came to the company early in the morning.
As usual, he went to his office and I went to mine.
I sat down, turned on my computer, and suddenly an email popped up.
When I opened it, it looked like it was spam. I wanted to delete it, but I didn't expect it to quickly take root on my computer like a virus, and then automatically attach it to all my email addresses and send it out automatically. It just so happened that I just sent a copy of my project description to each department yesterday, and this viral email spread along the email addresses that were sent by them, and the speed is amazing!
What's even more terrifying is that the content of the viral email is full of photos of me, and they are very sexy and explicit photos. There are also some ambiguous photos of me and several unknown men, and there are even naked ones.
Oh my God, where did such a photo come from?
I was stunned!
If I think about it, my clothes are all relatively conservative and innocent, and I don't have any sexy and explicit photos like the ones in the photo!
Also, the woman in these photos looks like me. But I've never been to such an occasion.
However, the woman in this photo looks exactly like me, so who is it if not me?
I don't have any memories of such an occasion in my memory, it seems that I was framed!
Who is the one who framed me?
Who will frame me? Who will consider me an enemy?
I looked in the direction of Xiaolan, who was sitting at her desk busy with something.
I was very scared and very confused. I had a strong premonition that something big was about to happen!
Sure enough, half an hour later, I realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the whole company.
Some people walked past our office doors, poked their heads in, looked at me, looked at the other people in our office, smiled with ulterior motives, and left.
After a while, the people in our office looked back at me in amazement, and they all retracted their heads back to their desks.
An hour later, Du Jianyu burst into my office, pulled me up from my seat, and said, "Let's go, let's find a quiet place to eat, let's go!"
His stiff tone made me feel that those photos were also sent to his computer!
Miserable, cups!
I've become someone else's minced meat! Who is this who wants to put me to death?
Du Jianyu squeezed my hand so painfully, and he pulled and pulled at me along the way, which was very unkind.
Looks like he's angry!
When he arrived at a hotel, Du Jianyu ordered a private room in the innermost part and asked, "What happened to the photos on the computer?" When were you taken those pictures? Why haven't I heard you say that you still have such a wealth of life experience? ”
Du Jianyu really thinks it's true, this, he really accuses me so angrily?
How do I know what the hell is going on with that kind of photo? How can I explain it clearly?
I was dumbfounded, a little dazed by his accusations.