Chapter 9: Injured

The project manager thought a thousand times, but he dared not ask anything.
"The sponsorship is doing well." Yin Ronglan affirmed.
Until he went far, the project manager was still in a dazed state. He didn't understand why he was commended by the president for a trivial matter, especially on the premise of remedial work.
"Is it true that you are in love?"
So kind!
After muttering to himself, he quickly shook his head, and a female colleague in the back said meaningfully: "Instead of believing in the love of the president, it is more reliable to start to believe in Buddha."
When this remark came out, it was approved by most people.
"I don't know what you are happy about." The employees who had been working hard looked up and glanced coldly: "Imagine that the boss has always been a calculator who has never changed his face, and now he has a banner of benevolence..."
Without talking, everyone shivered in unison.
Yin Ronglan was not clear about his subordinates' deliberations. He sat in the spacious office, staring at the ringing phone, and the ghost was sent to Chen Zhang by mistake.
The voice over the phone was slightly lazy: "Hey."
Yin Ronglan rarely had a whim, and leaned back a little back in his chair, calmly saying: "Will you go hiking again on weekends?"
There was a moment of silence over there, euphemism: "I am ready to get a fitness card."
After hearing a trace of fear from Chen Zhan's voice, Yin Ronglan had a smile on his face: "If you change your mind, you can always notify me."
"Okay." The other party's answer was not muddy, but he knew it was perfunctory.
Yin Ronglan didn't mind, he hung up the phone after saying a few more words.
There was still a trace of drowsiness, Chen Zhan washed his face and rejuvenated after answering the phone.
After contacting several times, it can be judged that Yin Ronglan is not a very talkative person. The two talents just communicated last night, and this call is totally meaningless today.
The hair tail is dripping with water drops, looking at the young man in the mirror. The peach blossom eye can switch back and forth between passion and coldness. With a high nose bridge and whiter skin than the female star, Chen Zhang concluded:
Great, he has a crush on me.
Three minutes later, a low smile made by his own joke made a smirk, restored his usual expression, changed his clothes and prepared to go shopping.
There is a black car parked at the door, even people who do not understand the car can feel that this is a high-end car, which is incompatible with the temperament of the entire community.
At this moment the window slowly lowered, and the man in the driver's seat froze and quickly glanced at him: "Get in the car."
This is the first time Chen Zhang has seen a male host since he came to this world. Even though the original body was insane and the consciousness began to appear chaotic, Lin Chiang’s face was still quite alive in his mind, and he could see hatred.
The consciousness of the original body has disappeared, and Chen Zhang did not have much ups and downs in the face of Lin Chiang, and sat calmly in the passenger seat.
"Fasten your seat belts." Lin Chiang frowned impatiently as the car kept warning.
When Chen Zhan finished wearing his seat belt and Lin Chiang backed out, his eyes flickered and dimmed under the mottled light: "The change is great."
Chen Zhan smiled, heard the taunt hidden in it, and looked at him sideways: "The premise of this conclusion is that you know a lot about me."
Lin Chiang didn't know much about Chen Zhang, he only saw one-sided magnification.
Ignoring sophistry, Lin Chiang quietly drove the car out of the community and drove towards the spacious and flat avenue.
Looking at the flashing trees outside the car window, Chen Zhang said lightly: "I hope you set your destination where there is a bus stop."
He was reluctant to spend the money to rent it back.
The car finally stopped in front of a coffee shop. Chen Zhang saw a high-end restaurant next to it. When he stopped at Lin Chiang, he stepped off the car and did not go back in the direction of the restaurant.
When Lin Chiang walked into the restaurant, he looked cold and looked at Chen Zhangdao who had been sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: "Is it so scarce to eat and drink?"
Chen Zhang played his honest virtue and nodded slightly.
Lin Chiang sat down opposite him, and Chen Zhang waited for the following while looking at the menu.
"I came to you to talk about the novel."
Lin Chiang opened the door and Chen Zhan did not reveal any surprises, so he could not guess today's theme.
After ordering a few more satisfactory dishes, Chen Zhan sat up straight again after the waiter took away the menu, and the tone was very plain: "My autobiography adheres to a realistic style and does not deliberately defame anyone."
The waiter brought two glasses of lemonade, and Chen Zhang took a sip and said: "Of course, Mr. Lin has questions about which part, he can ask a lawyer to defend his rights."
Lin Chiang had no intention of chewing on the text. He knew that Chen Zhang was not pretending to be calm, even if he asked for a lawyer, it was useless.
"What you write is your freedom," Lin Chiang glanced at the warning: "Just as the author, don't just stare at a few characters."
Up to now, the update of "Confessions" has not even reached ten chapters, and he has been taken for two chapters only if he doesn't change anything.
Chen Zhang seemed to understand his allusion, and a trace of shame flashed across his face: "This is not Calvin."
Wen Yan Lin Chiang suddenly flashed a not-so-good hunch in her heart, listening to this meaning... Could it be that every time the other party of Cavin will take him for the word count?
Chen Zhang smiled, peachy eyes narrowed friendly.
Just to ask in detail, Chen Zhan distracted his dishes on a plate. Although there was no expression on the surface, most of his eyes were gathered on the plate.
After taking a sip, the action was still slow, and when I looked up, I happened to meet Lin Chiang's line of sight: "It's not easy to write, but frankly, I can't find any explosions except you and Jiang Ying."
Lin Chiang said in a low tone: "Normal men will focus on the goddess muse in their hearts."
Chen Zhang put down his chopsticks: "Are you trying to abandon your girlfriend and escape alone?"
Lin Chiang is not worried that he will write sharp pages to vilify Jiang Ying. If this is the case, the lawyer's letter will be sent to his hand, and Chen Zhang will also be drowned in the verbal abuse of Jiang Ying's fans:
"Just a reminder."
"I will think about it." After thinking about it, he gave an ambiguous answer. Chen Zhan asked people to pack up the food on the table before Lin Chiang moved the chopsticks.
Lin Chiang didn't care about his business. He had reached half of his goal today. When Chen Zhan pushed open his chair to leave, he didn't stop him.
The next day, he did not see his name in the hot search, Lin Chiang actually felt a sense of relief. This gratification did not last long enough, so I received a text message from my family and repeatedly emphasized the gentleman's truthfulness.
Lin Chiang calculated the reason and clicked on the first article #打人不打手#.
The picture is a sneak shot by passers-by, which is a little blurry. In the picture, Chen Zhang came out of the hospital, cast a plaster on his arm, and carried medicine on the other side.
There is also a picture exposed by Entertainment, a picture of Jiugong Picture, about a few photos of him and Chen Zhang eating at noon yesterday.
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[Jianbei Yizhihua: Although I hate Chen Zhang too, beating people is not beating! Humble readers cry online! 】
[E.K Vivian: Same question, why don’t you hit your face? How to code a broken arm? 】
[Oriental Express: @姜颖, persuade his boyfriend to beat him casually under his face and arms, as well as to break his phantom limb, as long as it does not affect the codewords. 】
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There are all kinds of unexpected comments. Lin Chiang saw that there were still a few missed calls on his mobile phone, and he seemed to want to verify the truth of the matter with him.
Turn off the mobile phone for analysis: First of all, it is impossible to go to the hospital to make a fake. Regardless of the severity, Chen Zhang is indeed injured. In addition, yesterday I intentionally went to the community to find someone. I didn't see the other party using the mobile phone during the whole journey. The pictures taken by the reporter should have nothing to do with it.
However, this account was even on his own.
Dial out a series of numbers on the landline and instructed: "Find a way to get Chen Zhang's private number and send it to my mobile phone."
Chen Zhan had made friends with a lot of people in the past, and the work efficiency there was very fast. In less than ten minutes, Lin Chiang’s mobile phone flashed.
"Explanation."
Lin Chiang's tone was not too good at the moment when the phone was connected.
Chen Zhangxin calmly said: "I have sent a Weibo to explain the reason."
After hanging up, Lin Chiang turned over Weibo and clicked into the hot search in the tenth place. The time shown above was eight minutes ago. Chen Zhang did indeed send a Weibo:
[Thank you for your concern. I emphasize that my injury has nothing to do with others. I just took a shortcut on the way home and accidentally slipped in the alley. In order to protect the food in his arms, his arm was sprained. I urge you to stop making strange inferences. 】
The style of the comment is completely opposite to my solemn statement:
"Understood, the translation was in a dark alley without surveillance, and the sacks were beaten."
"Many acts of unrighteousness will kill you. It's worthy of doing so many bad things before. I support President Lin anyway."
"I don't care about the causes and consequences, I just want to ask the author when I can go back and update."
"Is it possible to post on Weibo and prove that you can also code with one hand?"
Turning back, the comments have been distorted.
The phone was buzzing nonstop, Lin Chiang glanced at it and it was Chen Zhang's call back.
"I eat with you on the front foot, and the arm on the hind foot is broken. It is normal for others to misunderstand."
After a pause, he listened to him again: "It's just three minutes of heat, just find someone to remove the hot search."
The latter sentence is still a human word. Lin Chiang's index finger knocked on the table, and felt that Chen Zhang did not want to search for this kind of thing, so he called to make money.
He showed some ironic expression, just about to speak, and there was a scream in the hair of the phone.
Lin Chiang frowned: "What's the ghost shouting at?"
There was a bit of pain in the voice over there: "I didn't pay attention when I went to the toilet, my feet were crumbling."
Lin Chiang’s expression instantly became ugly, and he could have expected the hot search title tomorrow: #断臂断腿#
And the content is: After being exposed to the atrocities, President Lin became angry and angered, and broke Chen Zhang's leg!
On the other side, Chen Zhan seemed to guess something. He smiled softly and said first: "Relax, I will issue a statement to clarify that it has nothing to do with you."
Because it was a phone conversation, Chen Zhang couldn’t see Lin Chiang’s expression, and could only hear a stern warning:
Stay in place, don’t issue a statement, don’t move, I’m going to find someone now.

The author has something to say: Facing the doubts of netizens:
Lin Chiang (Grit your teeth): The injury hurts you and the pain hurts me!
There must be no way of knowing that his leg is injured.