Handsome Hu, as his name suggests, his real name is Hu Shuai.

As the right-hand man of Xiang Wenbin, chairman of Xingchen Mutual Entertainment, he is handsome, capable, and has a high praise rate, and is a rare and scarce talent.

"It's a carnival soon, I tell you to hurry up! Aunt Wang has asked me several times if you are not busy......"

Hearing Aunt Wang, Shuai Hu couldn't help but shudder and hung up the urging call to Wenbin.

Aunt?

It's obviously Wang Duoyu's second wife!

Shuai Hu let out a long breath and looked down at his phone.

The information prompts of the signal are refreshed like flowing water.

Meng Meng Yulei: Shuai Hu, I seem to have gained a little weight recently, come to my house tomorrow to help me make an exercise plan.

Sweet Pineapple Candy: I just met you on the road, and I saw you and your female companion enter the restaurant, so I didn't say hello...... I've already bought it for you, remember to contact me when you have time.

Little Neodymium: Yesterday you deleted my trumpet, I looked at the red exclamation mark and fell into a long contemplation, I understood that red represents enthusiasm, you want to marry me!

"This group of women."

Shuai Hu sighed and said to himself: "It's not that my brother doesn't help you, it's that my brother's bullets only hit people under the age of 18." ”

Then.

Drip, drip, drip.

A letter to a friend application.

When Shuai Hu saw the applicant's self-introduction, he almost jumped up from the stool, and his eyes lit up.

"It's Honghong! The boss asked me to dig the anchor of Happy Entertainment? ”

He calmed down, looked at the information of the letter signal, it was blank, and the circle of friends was only visible to friends, so after thinking about it again, he decided to pass it first.

Even scammers are just wasting their time.

Buddy passes!

Shuai Hu decided to take the initiative, pondered for a moment, and spoke.

"I'm sorry, my mine, I should take the initiative to add your friend, can you make up for the mistakes I made?"

According to the routine, at this time, it was the woman's turn to ask curiously, but this was in line with the speech skills he prepared, and he was emotionally held by the topic, combined with the outstanding appearance of the handsome Hu, and finally fell into the well-designed trap step by step.

The other end was silent.

Shuai Hu waited patiently, he didn't even bother to pay attention to the chatter of the other women.

But also because of this.

He didn't notice that the phone pressed the pause button, and all the messages stopped 2 minutes ago, the moment he applied through a friend.

The phone screen flickered, and a dark shadow flashed.

Shuai Hu was startled, squinted his eyes, and couldn't find anything abnormal, just a hallucination due to eye fatigue.

He was the only one in the high-end apartment.

It's quiet.

Shuai Hu waited for Honghong's reply, his heart pounding, like the nervousness of talking to the goddess in his class when he was young and ignorant.

He cared too much about it.

Not only is the boss Xiang Wenbin's order, but he is also full of curiosity about the anchor Honghong.

is so perfect that it doesn't look like a human figure, an angelic voice, a singing skill that has been evaluated by music critics as a national team, and the true face that has not been revealed for a long time, all of which are tugging at Shuai Hu's heartstrings and making him more and more engaged and addicted.

Waiting.

Walking through the living room and the hallway, a few ticking sounds of water break the silence.

The sound is choppy and upsetting.

Shuai Hu raised his head, a huge high-end apartment, no outsiders. He frowned, got up with his phone, and tried to find the leak.

But after only a few steps, the voice disappeared again.

He returned to the study full of doubts, and shivered with a cold wind blowing in his face.

The study window was opened from the inside, the book was blown open, and the curtains knocked over the red inkwell, infecting the pages on the table.

Shuai Hu subconsciously looked at the stained pages.

—p. 144, "She thought that it would be romantic if she could accompany him to death, but would he know?" In a lonely and cold corner, she looked out the window without blinking her eyes......"

The pages are bright red and glaring.

The girl's literature, which is a bit pretentious and clichéd, seems strange and weird at this time, and the word "outside the window" is stained with red ink.

It was as if a voice whispered softly in his ear, prompting him......

Shuai Hu suddenly looked up at the window!

In the night, the green bushes, the willow branches flutter in the wind, like a woman's posture swaying.

A drop of cold sweat couldn't help but slip down his forehead.

Shuai Hu said to himself: "The window lock is broken." The window was closed, and the cold smell disappeared, and the study was warm again.

That's when it happened.

He suddenly saw that there was a faint woman's handprint on the handle in the window......

His pupils shrank sharply, and Shuai Hu was stunned.

Suddenly, the phone vibrates!

Shuai Hu's already worried heart seems to have been grabbed fiercely! Suddenly stopped!

He looked at his phone.

Spooky default avatar.

A friend with the nickname "Red Red is Not Red" sends an unread voice.

Looking at the red dot of the voice bar, Shuai Hu's heart beat faster.

Something is wrong!

The alarm bell in the heart of Shuai Hu is loud! But he still pressed the play button, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat!

A tactful and nice voice, complaining.

"I don't want to go to work."

The timbre of the voice and the live broadcast room is different.

Very young! Crisp!

Young enough to scratch the itchy place!

Shuai Hu was stunned for a moment, smiled, and then suddenly realized......

What an opportunity!

He looked at the woman's handprint on the window handle, the red ink on the table, and the sound of water dripping from the bathroom behind him......

It's really just the atmosphere, just waiting for that thing to come in with a raincoat.

How can Shuai Hu have time to care about these things!

Honghong, who is under the age of 18, is not much more important than these things!

He earnestly ignored the strange appearances in the apartment.

He took a deep breath, assumed the role of a warm man, and said intimately: "Hey, it's very hard to work now." I used to be like you, but I was freed from hell with this new boss...... In fact, often a change of environment can change a mood. Why don't we talk about it by video, you just treat me as a strange friend and help you relieve your heart. ”

Beep – Sent successfully.

Shuai Hu patiently waited for a reply, his trick of warm men was invincible.

After a while, "Honghong" sent a reply, and it was another voice.

"I don't want to go to work!"

The voice was even more resentful, even with a little aggrieved hatred.

Shuai Hu was happy and puzzled.

What happened to the anchor Honghong in Happy Mutual Entertainment?

This stomach grievance is very much like a bear child who was criticized by his own mother and then hid under the cover to listen to "Moon Boat" and cried, just like the sentence "Goodbye Mom, I'm going to sail away tonight".

Shuai Hu couldn't figure it out, but it didn't prevent him from striking while the iron was hot.

He first posted an emoji of his handsome face, and then said gently: "Difficulties will always pass, you have sad things, just tell me, you will be the trash can of your emotions......"

The words are not finished.

"Honghong" sent a wave of voices.

The voice played automatically, as if a girl was crying.

"I don't want to go to work......"

"She's the bad guy......"

"Disobedience will be eaten......"

"She bit me there...... It really hurts......

"Ahh I don't want to go to work! Ahh——!h ”

Finally, the sound turned into a terrible scream, which stopped abruptly!

Chinese can't tell the difference between "she" and "he".

Shuai Hu was dumbfounded, and his face was full of shock.

The boss of Happy Entertainment, what did he do to Honghong Meow?!

Is that a picture for a child to see?!

He silently pressed the record button and saved the audio, no matter what, he had the handle in his hands, and he completed half of the task he explained to Wen Bin.

Shuai Hu said in a deep voice.

"Honghong, you don't want these conversations to be known by the audience in the live broadcast room, right......?"

As soon as the voice was sent, Shuai Hu suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and a slender and boneless hand was on his left shoulder at some point.

He turned his head suddenly, his face shocked.

I finally understood what that tick-to-tick sound was.

A strange black gauze skirt, blood dripping, stood silently behind him.