"He has less need for sleep, so he sleeps less. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is self-aggrandizing but socially restrained. Lenovo speeds up and thinks fast. Richelieu shook his head and brushed his blonde hair, and snapped his finger at Xiao Xuan, who was about to speak: "Don't worry, it's not finished yet!" Here's the point. He is impulsive and impulsive, as a workaholic and irritated. Doesn't that sound familiar? That's right, I'm talking about your section leader. He didn't know what to say to Li He, and he was stimulated, causing him to gradually become aggressive. That's why I called you, you are a key, open his lock, let go of the pressure, I am not afraid that he will be taken advantage of his weakness. ”

"Key...... It's usually played by men, right? Xiao Xuan blurted out to correct.

"Huh?" Richelieu stroked his hair and looked at Xiao Xuan in confusion: "Why?" ”

Xiao Xuan didn't answer, drifting away and biting his nails. She knew why Richelieu didn't care about her image.

She remembers that the section chief, who rushed into the elevator with a promise to "do things calmly but definitely through gritted teeth", still maintained a high degree of restraint, at least he knew that he had to be calm. But in the blink of an eye, a five-foot man was beaten into the hospital? It is estimated that his mental state has basically broken through the shackles of mild depression and is making great progress in the direction of violent mania.

Psychological symptoms are often subtle and unknown; Like cancer, it is already in the advanced stage when it is detected. Xiao Xuan's heart ached, and he became even more anxious, raised his head and muttered, "So that's the case...... If you want to comfort him, I don't have to act, I don't have any honor! I'm going to talk to the head of the class. "I turned around and wanted to go back.

Richelieu grabbed her wrist and said softly, "You've already said it." That's a great thing to say, I can feel that you're speaking from the heart. You are no longer his heart knot, but his partner, his relative. ”

Xiao Xuan frowned and lowered his head, smacked the word relatives, and suddenly said sourly: "He has a lot of relatives." ”

Richelieu couldn't hear the ambiguity, and stroked Xiao Xuan's face: "Isn't that a good thing." People nowadays are too lonely and need loved ones. While looking at Xiao Xuan, he walked away and separated, and when he looked back and smiled, his eyes were like honey pulling out of the silk, wanting to break off and reconnect, and turned his head away in Xiao Xuan's reluctant gaze.

Xiao Xuan was nostalgic for Richelieu's tenderness, standing in place and watching her go away, Mei Zizi was sweetened by the word "relative", and couldn't help hiding her ambition for love, but comforted herself with Schopenhauer: "How can there be love in the world?" Phew, it's all reproductive impulses. As if he could be at ease by spitting on love, he quietly made up his mind to say this in front of the section chief once, not to add to his arrogance.

She was concentrating on how to appear disdainful, but she didn't expect that the disdain of deliberately performing was actually another kind of care.

The next day, the orderly soldiers were already shuttling around the auditorium, scurrying back and forth with lights. The four long tables creaked and pushed together, put together a large table, lifted the white and thick tablecloth to cover it, and then stacked a layer of goose yellow fine spinning cloth, and the two-layer tablecloth with distinct layers hung straight to the ground, covering the shabby steel table legs, and suddenly became a high-end banquet buffet table. The omnipotent soldiers began to perform the magic of housekeeping, climbing ladders to install chandeliers, going underground to repair lines, considering the furnishings of tables and chairs, finalizing the location of the dance floor, all with diligent hands, and at the same time concurrently serving as electricians, plumbers, hourly workers, decorators, stuccoers, interior designers, and over-fulfilled, interpreting the power of the orderlies to the fullest.

In order to carry out the instructions of his superiors -- to quote the words of the lieutenant -- the orderly even wrapped the clearly textured white marble pillars with plastic wrap and then carefully sprayed a layer of fake gold wall paint, this frenzied idea decorated the auditorium as the golden temple of the Persian tyrant Xerxes: an inexhaustible supply of food, an endless supply of wine, a golden splendor as far as the eye could see, and the absence of nude dancing was basically breathtaking.

After finishing in the afternoon, when Liang Feifei followed Li Ming to inspect the auditorium like a movie set, he muttered praise: "My mother, you didn't violate discipline, right?" ”

The sweaty logistics section chief handed over the bill, and the decoration cost was 2,500 yuan. The cost is not as much as a New Year's Day party at UCAS.

Li Ming looked at Liang Feifei and said categorically: "There is no violation of discipline, absolutely no violation of discipline." He lit up the orderly soldiers who were taking a break and laughed: "You have the ability to turn decay into magic, and it's a waste of talent not to do interior decoration." ”

The orderlies looked at each other and smiled, and thought to themselves: "Nonsense, you go and look at our toilet and wipe it cleaner than your face." ”

Li Ming happily announced that he was qualified, began to prepare the dishes, and at 8 o'clock in the evening, the celebration party began on time. He went back to prepare the dress carefully, expecting to give Wei Dongxian a beautiful impression.

And Wei Xu has been extremely low-key in the past two days, and even the curiosity of inspecting the auditorium has been resisted, staying in the office to deal with official business in a race against time, leaving all the good errands to others, and being unusually diligent.

At the same time, Zhuang Yan took a good bath, wiped his hair and walked out refreshed, his dripping feet stepped on the ground, and suddenly "stabbed" and almost slipped, and his eyes quickly held on to the door frame before he stood firmly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a transparent puddle of water jumping into the crack of the door, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhuang Yan rubbed his eyes, frowned and looked at the hatch carefully, there was nothing. He looked down at the water stains on the ground, and saw the wet trails dragged intermittently to the door, like a penguin sliding through its belly.

He pulled a towel around his waist, opened the hatch and looked left and right, but there was no one. Frowning and muttering, he closed the door and came back, loosened the towel, walked back to the bed with the bird, opened the wardrobe and picked out the clothes, and threw them on the bed one by one, ready to wear them later. When my fingers counted over my clothes, I caught a glimpse of the evening dress hanging in the closet, and I was nostalgic for a moment, but then I thought, "I don't wear it anymore." "Close the cabinet door and get dressed.

He put down his knitted sweater and walked to the table, but he was surprised to see a letter with undried ink on the table, and the handwriting was familiar and creepy.

It was his own handwriting, absolutely. The crooked and uneven clumsy posture and the flying and wanton gestures are exactly the same as Zhuang Yan's lazy handwriting. And the thin and tender font, the slightly narrow interval between the words, including the frustration and turn, the posture of the beginning and the end of the pen are imitated like cool Xiao. Even the angle of the stroke turning is like Zhuang Yan's handwriting.

But Zhuang Yan was just taking a bath. And the pen on the table has just been closed, and the last one"? The ink has not yet dried, and it is faintly reflective.

The door was closed so tightly that no one could enter.

Who wrote this letter? And what is the content?

Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth lightly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and murmured secretly: "It's Michael." It's Michael. Only she has supernatural abilities. I didn't expect the Archangel of Justice to be so obscene, and the first thing he did when he appeared was to sneak into my room while I was taking a shower. ”

Then he calmed down, pulled out his chair and sat down, put his legs on the table, and picked up the page of the letter and looked at it:

"Zhuang Yan: I must sincerely apologize to you - not that I have to apologize, but I want to apologize - may make you feel a little bad, but I will be in a good mood, because I can finally admit all this, and I can finally make it clear to you! It can bring everything to an end, liberate all the secrets, and make me feel like I've been washed away from the stain, and I'm as clean as a saint. (laughs)" (To be continued.) )