Resignation.

Zhang Teshou sat very well, held the pen very standard, and wrote every stroke and stroke extremely seriously, just like a primary school student doing homework.

Resignation.

Two characters, twenty strokes.

It took nearly three minutes for the assistant Zhang to finish writing.

The moment he stopped writing, he stared at the two words that were extremely neat, and his heart seemed to be poked hard by something sharp, constantly poking it, and a sharp and biting pain appeared.

He held the pen and stared at the word "resignation" for a long time before he rewritten the main text of the resignation letter.

This time he wrote extremely fast, and the more he wrote, the more sloppy he wrote. Even in the second half of his resignation letter, his hand holding the pen began to tremble slightly.

He had no strength to finish his resignation letter. When he finally signed the autograph on the lower right, his hands were trembling and he could no longer hold the pen. The word "Zhang Cheng" was written by him like a ghostly talisman, ugly and difficult to recognize.

After writing the resignation letter, Zhang Cheng felt as if he had exhausted all his strength and collapsed on the office chair.

The office was very quiet, and there was no one except him. He stared at the resignation letter alone for a long time before he flashed his eyelids slightly, turned his head and looked at the stars outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, sour and astringent, and his eyes were a little swollen.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze and fell on the resignation letter again with red eyes. He quickly stuffed the letter into an envelope, then took out a file bag, got up, and entered Han Jingnian's office.

He pressed his resignation letter under the document bag and placed it on Han Jingnian's desk.

He did not leave immediately, but stood in the huge office, looking at the office he had once stared at the decoration, looked around, then went into the bathroom, found a watering can, watered the green plants in the office one by one, and even took a towel to wipe the thin layer of dust falling from the green plants' leaves.

When Assistant Zhang finished his work, it was already two o'clock in the morning. When he left Han Jingnian's office, he paused at the door for a while before walking back to his workstation, sorted out some trivial things, and then took the elevator and left the company.

Zhang Tezhu did not go home, but went to the store next door, bought a large bag of beer, drove to the hospital, and found Xie Lin, who was writing a medical report in the office of the brightly lit emergency building. "Come on, Dr. Xie, drink."

When Zhang Tejiao, who didn't knock on the door and broke in directly, Xie Lin frowned and said sternly, "I'm sorry, I'm responsible for other people's lives, so I can't drink."

"Okay," Assistant Zhang took out a casually on the sofa in Dr. Xie's office, took out a bottle of beer, opened the lid, and poured half of the bottle into his mouth before saying again, "Look at me and drink."

Xie Lin, who smelled the smell of wine, had a trace of disgust in his eyebrows. He wanted to blow the assistant Zhang out, but in the end he gave up. When he didn't exist, he picked up his pen and continued to write his own report.

Zhang Tezhu drank one bottle after another, threw the beer bottle all over the floor and rolled it up. "Hey, Doctor Xie, you said you quit drinking, smoking, quit women, and you live like a monk. Is it interesting?"

While writing, Dr. Xie replied without raising his head, "Don't you quit drinking, smoking, or women, don't you still have a girlfriend?"

(I'm starting to update~ I don't know how to feel that Xie Lin and Zhang Cheng feel full of CP. I can't do it anymore. I really like my little cute little Zhang Chengcheng, and it's so good to match anyone~)
Chapter completed!