Chapter 78 Fu Ji [Life is like a dream]

Author: Yaoli

Yan Ran is dead.

This news seemed to just flash through his peaceful life without even leaving any trace.

He didn't feel very uncomfortable, just a little pity.

What's a pity?

I can't even tell myself.

[Ding! The villain’s darkness has reached 20%!]

If you really want to say it, Yan Ran is considered a damned person, will he feel sad for a damned person?

of course not.

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In half a year, Mr. Fu rose in the business world.

Fu Ji is even more famous. His methods, his wisdom, everything about him, he is a born hunter. His name is always followed by a long list of praiseworthy words that show the writer's literary skills, sharp and sharp.

The fangs can kill the enemy with one blow, leaving no trace of armor behind.

He is active in various printed publications and news reports. He is only 21 years old, has achieved fame and has countless wealth.

At the same time, his feelings have also become the top priority of those media.

It's a pity that Fu Ji's side of the news is very tight, and those reporters really didn't find any clues.

However, recently the atmosphere in the company has dropped to zero. The low pressure has made everyone feel tight and every employee feels like they are facing an enemy.

Mr. Fu lost his temper again.

The reason is that I am just dissatisfied with the copywriting plan of a department manager.

This kind of thing usually does not require Fu Ji to go over the purpose. It will be handed over to the secretary first, and the errors and key points will be picked out. After it is completely revised, it will be sent to him for review and signature.

But today Fu Ji didn't know what happened. Instead of staying in the spacious office, he went out to inspect and randomly turned over the plan of a department manager.

It's terrible to see it, it's like gasoline poured on a fire, it's burned beyond recognition and makes people cry.

In fact, the staff rarely see the truly angry side of Fu Ji.

But lately, I don’t know if it’s because I’m in a bad mood or for some other reason, but I’ve been getting angry and gloomy at times. Several people have been dumped with documents on their faces, or they’ve run out crying.

During the regular meeting in the morning, the bosses did not escape.

The neatly organized plan full of words was thrown to the ground without mercy, like a piece of worthless tattered paper. "Look at what you have made? There is no technical content at all. What I want is never

It’s not all crazy, if you can’t do it tonight, get out of here!”

Everyone shrank back, not daring to raise their heads.

In the end, the main planner stood up and said, "Mr. Fu, we have revised this plan three times..."

He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "If you can't change it, let others change it. If it doesn't work, get out."

The cold words and his expression were so shocking that everyone turned pale for a moment, and no one dared to say anything. Until Fu Ji left, none of them could take a breath from this extremely oppressive atmosphere.

boom--

The folder was thrown on the table, and several pieces of paper flew out and landed on the ground.

He tugged on his tie, as if that wasn't enough, and took off his outer suit. The sticky feeling of hot and humid weather still remained, causing muscles in his forehead to clench and his teeth to clenched.

With his eyes closed, he slowly relieved the pent-up emotions in his chest. After a long time, he slowly exhaled, not letting his violent emotions control him.

When he returned to his old house, he really had no appetite for dinner and it tasted like chewing gum. He threw down his chopsticks on the spot after taking two bites.

Three of the Fu family's chefs have been fired.

He couldn't sleep at night. The weather was getting colder and winter was coming. This was the weather he didn't like the most. He just didn't like it before, but he didn't dislike it, but now he felt a little uncomfortable.

Even with the heating on, I still feel cold.

Insomnia has become more and more serious recently, and the effect of sleeping pills has become less and less effective, but he still takes them, at least this way he can sleep for a while.

There were many fragmented scenes in the dream, which were as chaotic as broken pieces. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything.

He always wakes up from the cold and subconsciously tries to catch the people around him, but only touches the cold air.

When I first woke up, my temples were very swollen and painful, and they were throbbing.

Yan Ran called out several times, and slowly groped with her other hand, seemingly looking for something.

He is cold.

Yan Ran's body was always warm and soft, and she would hold him tightly every time to dispel the coldness on his body.

He was so cold that he was almost shaking. Why couldn't Yan Ran come over?

His head hurt more and more, and he screamed again. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the large, empty bedroom. The sky was slightly bright, and the slightest light shone in. It was cold and empty.

He suddenly laughed.

I got up and took two more sleeping pills.

He endured his headache and thought disdainfully.

He didn't miss Yan Ran, he was just afraid of the cold.

He had almost forgotten that this person existed.

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Suddenly a piece of cake dotted with strawberries appeared in front of me.

Yan Ran raised his eyebrows, the red mole on the tip of his nose was blurred, and he smiled carelessly: "Would you like to eat?"

He looked on coldly.

Yan Ran raised the cake in front of him and tilted his head, "Are you really not going to eat it?"

His pupils trembled slightly, but no one noticed it, because he concealed it perfectly, and it looked like he just frowned in disgust and retracted his eyebrows.

Yan Ran sighed softly, as if he was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it, he just put the cut cake in its place.

His face was expressionless, and his cold eyes looked as ferocious as a wolf.

Yan Ran seemed to be forced back by his indifference and did not speak to him. Later, a man who looked exactly like him came over.

Yan Ran laughed again and followed the man away.

He left without hesitation and without looking back.

His face turned completely dark.

Suddenly, everything on the coffee table was thrown, and the wine glasses, wine bottles, and ashtrays were all slammed into the corner.

The force of the fall was not small, and those fragile things were shattered into pieces, and the red liquid spilled out, leaving a mess on the ground.

Only the small piece of cake was placed safely on the coffee table without any disturbance.

It was in sharp contrast to the broken things on the ground.

He stood there with a dark face for a while, then sat down with a dark face, staring at the little cake as if he were an enemy.

Today is his birthday, and also Fu Yi's birthday.

The cake Yan Ran gave him was also Fu Yi's.

Yan Ran also followed Fu Yi.

He lowered his head and ate the sweet cake. There was no big expression on his face, but he carefully wiped off all the cream stuck to the plate and ate it. Not a drop was left.

After eating, he looked up again, almost subconsciously trying to find that figure.

Yan Ran was right next to him, his amber eyes curled up, as if there were hidden stars.

She said: "Xiaoji, happy birthday."
Chapter completed!