Before Zhao Dali's hand could touch the door panel, there was a click. A gap appeared between the white door frame and the door panel, and a dim light shone through.
Su Nianhua stood behind the door in simple beige pajamas. He held the doorknob with one hand and stared at Zhao Dali with a frown.
"What is it?"
Lonely nights were always endless. The wind blew through the window with a bleak sound, as if someone was singing, sobbing and complaining. Some people were drunk, some were sober, and some seemed to be sober, but they were drunk on the streets and alleys.
The next morning, Ye Huanyan woke up slowly. When she woke up, Ji Xiaoyue had just bought breakfast. If she hadn't sat beside the bed for a whole night and felt extremely uncomfortable, she wouldn't have gotten up in the morning. She even went to buy breakfast for the patient. When she put down the breakfast, she saw a 'female ghost' with disheveled hair walk out of the bedroom.
"Yo, this is a good disguise. You went directly to the haunted house to apply for a job and saved people the trouble of dressing up."
Ji Xiaoyue had always been a straightforward person. She didn't sleep well the whole night, so it was normal for her to be a little angry now.
There was a dressing mirror in the corner of the living room. It reflected Ye Huanyan's current appearance. She looked like Sadako who had crawled out of the TV. The difference was that she walked out of the bedroom.
"Last night … I …"
"Last night, you called your Brother Ling Han's name all night. I was almost annoyed to death by you."
Hearing the two words Ling Han, Ye Huanyan's heart sank and her face paled. It was as if the scene from yesterday afternoon replayed itself. Her fingers trembled and she couldn't help but clench into fists. Only then did she suppress the sadness in her heart.
Seeing her sad face, Ji Xiaoyue didn't have the heart to hurt her anymore. She took out a cup of soy milk and a tea egg from the plastic bag.
"If you're not feeling well, take a day off. I'll help you apply for leave when I go to work. Don't waste time. There's preserved egg and lean meat porridge and tea egg on the table. Eat some before you sleep."
Ye Huanyan frowned and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 7: 30. It was not too late to pack up.
"There's no need to ask for leave. I'll go to work as usual."
"You had such a high fever yesterday, don't force yourself."
Ji Xiaoyue rolled her eyes at her and nagged as she changed her shoes at the entrance.
"I'm not Ling Han. There's no point in trying to be brave in front of me. I've known you for more than eight years. I know what you're going to fart when you raise your butt. I know you're worried that Ling Han will come looking for you again, but you can't just ignore your own body. You don't know how to take care of yourself all day long. What's so good about that scumbag?"
Speaking of this, she didn't seem to vent her anger and scolded angrily, "If I had known this would happen, I would have quit my secretarial position. I wouldn't have done it no matter how much money I was offered. It's so f * cking frustrating."
When they graduated from university, Ye Huanyan had a good relationship with Ling Han, so she and Ji Xiaoyue both entered the Pleasure Department for internships. Originally, Ye Huanyan was the only one in the secretarial position. Ji Xiaoyue worked in the human resources department. Later, her relationship with Ling Han deteriorated. Ji Xiaoyue was doing well in the human resources department. Suddenly, Ling Han promoted her to the human resources department and replaced her with a female secretary who had been there for many years.
No one knew what Ling Han was thinking. Ye Huanyan felt that she had implicated Ji Xiaoyue. After all, being a secretary didn't look like a promising position. She didn't care, but Ji Xiaoyue still had to support herself. After the human resources department was transferred, she wanted to look for Ling Han, but Ji Xiaoyue stopped her.
Ling Han offered a high salary for a secretarial position. Ji Xiaoyue wouldn't be able to get such a high salary even if she worked in a position she knew for ten years. At that time, Ji Xiaoyue didn't know that Ling Han and Ye Huanyan's relationship had deteriorated. She thought that they were going to have a good time and that she would benefit from it.
Ye Huanyan stood where she was and hesitantly twisted the hem of her pajamas. Ji Xiaoyue felt anxious. "Okay, okay. Come here and let me take a look. I'll let you go when your fever goes down."
Ye Huanyan was stubborn. If she didn't let her go, she might pack up and leave the house as soon as she left.
She might as well agree to it directly to avoid any trouble.
Ji Xiaoyue had just come back from outside. Her hands were a little cold. She rubbed them twice before placing them on Ji Xiaoyue's forehead. She compared them to herself and sighed. "You have a strong recovery ability. You're born to be a masochist, aren't you?"
In the end, she couldn't persuade her.
Pleasure Group. Ye Huanyan had just arrived at the secretary's office when she put down her bag and went to knock on the door of the president's office.
"Come in." Ling Han's voice was very calm, as if there was nothing unusual.
Ye Huanyan hurried into the office and closed the door behind her. Because she was in a hurry to explain, she didn't notice that the office today was different from usual.
In the office, Ling Han sat behind his desk. Two buttons of his black shirt were unbuttoned from the neck, faintly revealing his firm chest. His slender fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard of his laptop. He was unusually calm in the face of Ye Huanyan's arrival.
But the calmer he was, the less confident Ye Huanyan felt.
"Last night, I …"
"Han, can I use your towel?"
Before she could finish, a delicate voice interrupted her. This voice was very familiar to Ye Huanyan.
She turned her head abruptly and saw a woman wearing only a bathrobe leaning against the door of the bathroom in the southeast corner of Ling Han's office. The white bathrobe was loosely tied around her waist, and the big waves of maroon hung over her shoulders. A delicate face was always written with the words "flirtatious". At this time, she was holding a beige towel with her fingers covered with bright red nail polish. She was looking in her direction tenderly. When she touched Ye Huanyan, she was stunned for a moment, because this "sudden" seemed too sudden, making people feel uncomfortable with excessive performance.
"Ah Why is there someone …"
She had been standing at the door of the bathroom for a long time. She had known that Ye Huanyan had come, but she was so pretentious.
At this moment, Ye Huanyan was not concerned about Sheng Anran's pretentiousness. She was concerned about what had happened between her and Ling Han, and why Sheng Anran was wearing a bathrobe in the office.
"Why are you here?" She asked uncontrollably.
Hearing this, Sheng Anran was slightly stunned. She turned her eyes lightly and looked at Ling Han. "Naturally, Ling Han needs me, so I'm here."
"This is the office, Miss Sheng. Pay attention to your words and deeds."
Ye Huanyan felt as if there was a fire coming out of her chest. She tried to suppress it, but she couldn't calm it down.
"Secretary Ye, pay attention to your identity."
Ling Han opened his mouth faintly. His cold voice was like the frost in December, which condensed a layer of cold air in the whole room. He seemed to be afraid that Ye Huanyan hadn't been shocked enough. Then he threw an ambiguous look at Sheng Anran and said in a flirtatious tone, "Secretary Ye doesn't need to point out my private life, does she?"
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