Resignation.

Zhang Tezhu sat very upright, held the pen in a very standard posture, and wrote extremely carefully stroke by stroke, just like a primary school student writing homework.

Resignation.

Two words, twenty strokes.

It took Zhang Tezhu nearly three minutes to finish.

The moment he stopped writing, he stared at the two words that were extremely neat, and his heart seemed to be poked hard and constantly by something sharp, and there was a sharp and piercing pain.

He held the pen and stared at the word "resignation" for a long time before rewriting the text of the resignation letter.

He wrote extremely fast this time, and the more he wrote, the more scribbled he became, and even in the second half of his resignation letter, his hand holding the pen had begun to tremble slightly.

He wasted a lot of effort to barely finish writing the resignation letter, and when he finally signed at the bottom right, his hands were shaking and he couldn't hold the pen anymore, and the two words "Zhang Cheng" were written by him like ghost drawings, ugly and illegible.

After writing the resignation letter, Zhang Cheng seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the whole person was slumped on the office chair.

The office was quiet, there was no one else but him, he stared at the resignation letter quietly for a long time, and then he flashed his eyelids and turned his head to look at the starry lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, sour, astringent, and even his eyes were a little swollen.

Soon, he retracted his gaze, and his eyes were red when he fell on the resignation letter again, and he quickly stuffed the letter into an envelope, then turned out a file bag, got up, and entered Han Jingnian's office.

He pressed the letter of resignation under the file bag and placed it on Han Jingnian's desk.

He didn't leave immediately, but stood in the huge office, looked at the office that he had personally stared at the decoration of people, looked around, and then went into the bathroom, found a watering can, watered the green plants in the office one by one, and even took a towel to wipe the thin layer of dust falling from the green leaves.

When Zhang Tezhu finished his work, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and when he left Han Jingnian's office, he paused at the door for a moment before walking back to his workstation, sorting out some trivial things, and then taking the elevator and leaving the company.

Zhang Tezhu did not go home, but first went to the store next door, bought a large bag of beer, drove to the hospital, and found Xie Lin who was struggling to write a medical report in the brightly lit office of the emergency building: "Come, Doctor Xie, drink." ”

Facing Zhang Tezhu, who didn't knock on the door and broke in directly, Xie Lin frowned, and said with a straight look: "I'm sorry, I am responsible for other people's lives, so I can't drink." ”

"Okay," Zhang Tezhu sat down on the sofa in Dr. Xie's office with a big grin, took out a bottle of beer, broke the lid, and poured most of the bottle into his mouth before he said again: "You watch me drink." ”

Xie Lin, who smelled the smell of wine, crossed his eyebrows with a touch of disgust, he wanted to blast Zhang Tezhu out, but in the end he gave up, and when he didn't exist, he picked up the pen and continued to write his own report.

Zhang Tezhu drank one bottle of wine after another, and threw the beer bottles all over the ground: "Hey, Doctor Xie, you said that you quit drinking, smoking, and women, and live like a monk, is it interesting?" ”

Dr. Xie replied without raising his head while writing: "You don't quit drinking, don't you quit smoking, don't you quit women, don't you still have a girlfriend?" ”

(I'm starting to update~ I inexplicably feel that Xie Lin and Zhang Chengcheng are full of cp, no, I really like my Zhang Chengcheng cute, and I match everyone well~)