The secretary's surname is Jiang, who used to serve Liu Feng, but now he is the only one.

Although he was once a son of heaven and a courtier, he especially did not replace Secretary Jiang, and Secretary Jiang was loyal to him!

After receiving the order, Secretary Jiang came to the sales department.

The sales department was deserted, most of the employees were running business outside, and only a few were on the phone. As soon as Secretary Jiang entered, he saw Xing Chuan in the corner.

Xing Chuan sat at his workstation, his head lowered, he didn't know what he was holding in his arms, and he was still muttering to himself.

Feeling that something was not right with Xing Chuan, Secretary Jiang did not go directly, but asked an employee next to him: "What is he doing?" ”

"It's nothing, after the failure of the competition manager, it became the way it is now! When we talked to him, he scolded us! Manager Wang said, give him three days, if he is still like this, let him go home! The employee rolled his eyes, obviously looking down on Xing Chuan.

Secretary Jiang frowned slightly.

This can't be done, I'm an old employee anyway, why can't I even stand this blow?

Secretary Jiang walked over and gently patted Xing Chuan's shoulder.

"Lao Xing, ......"

Secretary Jiang originally wanted to comfort him a few words, but Xing Chuan turned his head suddenly, revealing a thin face, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyes were also full of red bloodshots, like a demon who had just crawled out of hell!

"Oops!" Secretary Jiang was so frightened that he took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

"Secretary Jiang, are you okay?" Xing Chuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to hug him.

"What is this?!" Secretary Jiang saw the green jar in Xing Chuan's arms at a glance, and a black and white photo of a little boy was pasted on it.

"No, it's nothing ......" Xing Chuan hurriedly covered up.

"Lao Xing, how can you bring the urn to the company......" Secretary Jiang was cold, and asked in a trembling voice.

"It's not...... It's not an urn......" Xing Chuan hugged the green jar tightly.

"Lao Xing, you go home and rest for a few days, and then come to work in the company when you recover......" Secretary Jiang stood up and took a few steps back.

"No, I don't rest, I've worked for the company for more than ten years, you can't just fire me!" Xing Chuan's voice suddenly became sharper, causing other sales to look at him as well.

"Lao Xing, I don't want to fire you, I want you to go home and rest for a few days......" Secretary Jiang waved his hand and motioned for other salesmen to come over to appease Xing Chuan, and he took the opportunity to quickly sneak out of the sales department.

……

In the chairman's office.

"Bringing an urn to work? Also having problems with your mental state? This is not going to work, he must be brought home! You said with a frown.

"Well, I'll do this, Lao Xing can't be stimulated now, I want to find a way to let his family come over!" Secretary Jiang quickly pondered in his mind.

Leaving You's office, Secretary Jiang stood in the corridor and called Xing Chuan's wife first, and euphemistically said Xing Chuan's current state, hoping that she could come over and pick people up as soon as possible.

After doing this, Secretary Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

in the bathroom.

As soon as Secretary Jiang unbuttoned his pants, the door opened, and Xing Chuan walked in with a green jar.

"Why did you drive me away?!" Xing Chuan's eyes were split, and his face was full of hideousness.

"Lao Xing, listen to me......" Secretary Jiang held his pants in one hand and blocked Xing Chuan's direction with the other, for fear that the other party would do something impulsive.

"Dang Chang—"

A strange sound suddenly sounded, and the green jar shook, and then the lid flew up, and the shadow of a little boy floated out.

The little boy was naked and white, except for the black circles under his eyes and red lips, which looked terrifying.

"This is ......," Secretary Jiang glared.

"Whoa—"

The little boy's phantom rushed towards Secretary Jiang, and Secretary Jiang desperately tried his best to hit with his hands, but he couldn't hit at all, and the other party had no entity at all!

The little boy pounced on Secretary Jiang's head and bit him on the forehead.

There was no injury, no blood, but Secretary Jiang's eyes quickly dilated, as if his soul had been emptied, and then he fell to the ground with a "bang".

The little boy returned to the jar in Xing Chuan's arms with a "sigh".

Wang Qianchen...... I want your life......" Xing Chuan hugged the jar and let out a sinister smile.

……

South of the city, near the machine shop.

"Found the white dog?" Wang Qianchen squatted on the ground and looked at the stray dogs in front of him in surprise.

For a whole afternoon, almost the dogs in the entire city took action to help Wang Qianchen find the slender white dog.

"Wow!" A few dirty stray dogs barked.

"Let's go, take me!" Wang Qianchen suddenly had a spirit.

Several stray dogs immediately ran towards the gate of the machine repair factory, and Wang Qianchen quickly followed.

This is a long-abandoned machine shop, with rusty large machinery piled up everywhere, as well as dilapidated factories with mottled wall tiles and the word "demolition" written on the walls, which still seem to tell the glory and prosperity of this place.

Wang Qianchen followed a few stray dogs for most of the factory, and suddenly saw a slender white dog flashing around the corner in front of him.

Because he drank and had a fever that night, Wang Qianchen's memory was actually not much, but when he saw the shadow of the white dog, he had a strong feeling that it must be it.

It's the one it bites about!