"Are you going to resign?" This is the worst I can think of at the moment, the assistant does not take the affectionate route, and it always makes people feel uneasy when they suddenly become affectionate.

The assistant rolled his eyes and asked, "If I resign now, will I be silenced?" ”

"Quite possibly, yes."

"Then I'm not leaving." The assistant replied as a matter of course.

"That'll do." I turned to my assistant, "And what do you mean by that long paragraph you just told me?" ”

The assistant coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

I rarely see an assistant like this, and I can't help but want to tease her, "What's the matter, I was so horizontal just now, and now I'm shy?" ”

The assistant said to me with a straight face, "Who is shy." I'm just, just ......"

I laughed.

"You may not know that among many little girls in the company, you are considered a spiritual believer. Good-looking, sophisticated, and smart. There are also men like Yan Zong. ”

"They don't want to know the real me." I really don't know, what I do know is that they gossip a lot about me behind my back.

"It's been scary."

"Indeed." Even I felt panicked, not to mention that the assistant was just a little girl, "The writer may have plastic surgery to replace his identity, and the real writer may be dead." The madman is on top, and the movement is extraordinary. It's too late for you to resign. I ......"

I trust that the assistant will not divulge my information, not based on some informational trust, but intuition.

I want to trust my instincts this time.

"I think you'll survive. You're making the final plan, and all the points ahead are perfect, saving everyone, but not yourself. It's a near-perfect plan, and the only flaw is your death. ”

"That plan is the most perfect plan ever known."

"Hmm." The assistant was driving, and she took a deep breath to adjust her emotions, "But I don't want you to embark on this plan." ”

"Or, I don't want you dead."

I tugged at my seatbelt, numb to the words. A lot of people have said things like this to me. I don't even want to hear it, "If I live, I'll live." ”

I can't lie to anyone who knows most of my plans.

So I didn't give a positive answer as I used to.

"Okay."

The assistant sent me home.

That night, it rained.

Yan Yan and I sat in the living room together, with two small coffee tables in front of us. Mine is bigger, with a flat plate and mug on top, and a potato that I really like to serve.

The table for the feast is smaller, with paint and water glasses on it. There was also a drawing board in front of him, which was so large that it basically blocked his body.

Qingtuan slept beside him, his head resting on his lap, and he was snoring comfortably.

I took the mug with the coffee, and when I was about to drink it, Yan Yan took the cup and touched it lightly with me.

"Cheers."

We both took a sip and after that, as usual, he painted his drawings and I designed my clothes.

It wasn't until Yan Yan finished painting his painting that he leaned over and lit my tablet, "Didn't Auntie still want to draw cats last time?" How did you draw the tree this time? ”

"The last time I drew it was you."

Yan Yi asked me worriedly, "Can you design it this year?" ”

"I don't know, let's see."

Yan Yi continued to paint his paintings, and I continued to design my clothes.

The sound of rain outside the window is the best white noise.

Potato was intrigued by the pen in my hand and reached out to flick it.

I put down my pen and played with the potatoes, and then I got a call from Team Zhou, "There really is a female corpse, in the refrigerator." ”

I stood up with my right hand on the floor and walked to the dining room, "Is that the writer's?" ”

"This one needs to be DNA tested, but look at the face, it should be." The sound of a lighter came from Team Zhou's side, "How do you know?" ”

"That writer tried to seduce my family Nanting, so I paid more attention and looked at her information." I sat in my chair and said, "It's okay in the early stage, but my face is unnatural in the later stage." However, it is exactly the same as the previous photo. ”

"You just thought of it?"

"I said not sure." I took the glass of water on the table and poured a glass of water, "It's just that there is a possibility, and now it may come true, and I don't feel good in my heart." Hopefully, her parents won't be too sad about it. ”

Team Zhou took a sharp puff of cigarette, and I reminded, "Smoking is bad for your health." ”

"It's a little annoying, you know what?"

"What can I know? What do I need to know? I asked Team Zhou, "I actually didn't expect this to be the case, and I was quite surprised." ”

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"Believe it or not." I tapped lightly on the table, "Team Zhou, this case will be hindered." This obstacle is even more severe than you imagined, even if it is, do you still want to investigate? ”

The Yan family can't cross the province to stop the police here from handling the case, no matter what, this is another province after all.

However, that doesn't mean there are no other obstacles.

"She was so old, she died in her own home, hidden in the refrigerator for so long. It is our responsibility to find the killer for her. ”

"I'll give you an idea, investigate this case without interference. I looked at the variety show on the screen, and the "writer" stood in the crowd smiling at the camera with other people's faces, "Leave it to the media." ”

The writer died at home, and the mysterious woman lived in the writer's face for five years. This is a blast of news.

"...... like this"

"There's no better way to do it."

In the evening, after I washed up, the writer's news broke.

The Public Security Bureau immediately issued an announcement that an investigation team had been set up, and all the work was being carried out in an orderly manner.

"I can't catch it."

Yan Xiao should have questioned the writer, she must have fled.

When I got up early the next day, I clicked on my tomato forehead and received a call from Yan Nanting. Listening to Yan Nanting's voice, it should have just started, "Is it up?" ”

"Up." I sat up on the bed, pressed the speakerphone, put my phone to the side, and yawned.

I took the rubber band from the drawer and tied my hair.

The Youth League took a flexible leap and went to bed neatly.

I was shocked by the Youth League and nodded the head of the Youth League, "You really should lose weight, baby." ”

Yan Nanting should have misunderstood that my baby was called him, so he naturally replied to me, "I'm not heavy." ”

I covered my face, "I'm talking to the Youth League." ”

"Really?"

I love the morning with the voice of Yan Nanting.

I picked up the Youth League, picked up my phone and walked to the changing room, "What are you going to have for breakfast today?" Join me for lunch? ”

"Where's the boom?"

When I passed the changing room with the Youth League in my arms, the Youth League was very excited.

I took Qingtuan into the bathroom, and Qingtuan looked at the round sink and bathtub, struggling to get down.

I satisfied the youth group and put it in the sink.

"It's fried." I laughed, I put down my phone, and a piece of news popped up, "The murderous 'writer' has been arrested." ”