Vol 2 Chapter 133: Self-inflicted

The husband who longed for a stable life was immersed in the night and fell asleep.
Yin Ronglan rarely wakes up at night, perhaps because of the hot pot at night. At midnight, he dreams of walking in the desert and finally wakes up because of thirst.
It was not long before the rain outside stopped sparse again, Yin Ronglan was about to get up, and suddenly heard a whisper. At first I thought it was Chen Zhang who was talking to him, and by looking at the moonlight, the other person still lay flat with his eyes closed, and didn't see the meaning of being half awake.
When I listen again, I am talking about dreams--
After the relationship is determined, the male of pretending to be poor is finally out of the taboo. We often talk about the past.
An unknown story gradually emerged from his mouth.
Things have to be traced back to the acquaintance soon. At that time I was busy with my career, receiving some little-known endorsements, and my life was quite busy. For a while, the male gods were also haunted and rarely met each other.
In addition to beauty and forgetfulness, within half a month, I almost forgot to have such a person in my life.
Until one day, I bought roasted sweet potatoes on the street and suddenly saw a familiar figure in the window across the street. The man turned his back to me and was serving tea to the guest, standing silently on the way, seeming to be embarrassed.
Life is not easy, I walked forward a few steps, and stepped back on the zebra crossing. Now stepping forward to help out, it is very likely to cause him to lose his job.
I turned around and left without help, and decided to help the male more in the future.
Within a few days, I went to the company to sign an endorsement that had just been negotiated, and a cleaning staff passed by... very high, and hurriedly walked down with a mask.
It's him!
The lips moved, and I didn't call that name after all.
It turns out that he has been working for many jobs to maintain his livelihood. The male has good looks and good temperament, and can clearly get a better job. After thinking about it, he guesses that he may have a case in place and is not hired by other companies.
If I were the boss, I might be able to get rid of this dilemma. However, he is also in the early stage of starting a business, there is nothing to help. At this moment, a little girl was led by an adult and passed by her, holding a cute rag doll in her arms.
An idea suddenly appeared in my mind: selling handicrafts, such as amulets and the like. It can not only expand the profit-making channels, but also plan poverty alleviation.
Because this idea was a little absent when signing the contract, it was already an hour after we calmly read the terms and negotiated with the partners. When I left, the security guard handed me a cup of milk tea, saying that the cleaning staff troubled him to hand it over.
"He also asked me to bring you a sentence," the security look was a little complicated: "The weather turns cold, pay attention to your body."
I looked at the milk tea in my hand and found for the first time... that the male turned out to be such a warm person!
This incident was a turning point, and it was also the starting point that made me take him as a friend, so impressive.
One night when the moon star was sparse, I talked to the goddess about the past and remembered the gentle look in the past.
"Not me." The male assured.
I was stunned, and suddenly my brain filled out a man who secretly guarded, but was misunderstood by the crush as the annual drama of others.
After all, it was wrong!
The male interrupted this imagination with the next sentence: "But it was indeed my advice."
In a puzzled look, he explained: "During that time, the company's branch abroad had problems, and running back and forth did not have time to see you."
Looking back, the male gods I saw at that time, some back to me, some wearing masks, or some street passers-by who disappeared in a hurry... except that none of them had spoken by Zhenger.
The male slowly said: "Xiao Zhao said that if his friends are not in contact for a long time, they will gradually lose common topics. I have hired several people with similar appearances and will appear next to you."
My throat rolled, and I didn't know what to say. After a while I said, "You actually... raise a trumpet?"
Seeing me with a bad look, the male shook his head seriously and said: "These vests are all in accordance with the orders, and they are instructed not to have too much contact with you."
He thought about it and gave a detailed example: "It's like playing a game, because I'm usually too busy, I have to find a few generations of brushing experience."
When you are busy and then go online, you can directly enter the advanced copy.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering that the male was out of the ghost, I just nodded with him, and later joined the crew together, already a good friend who has nothing to say.
A scream awakened the earth dog in the yard.
The night is as cold as water. Don’t blame me for being cruel; on the contrary, kicking people off the bed and kneeling on the base of the pot is soft-hearted.
The male seems quite wronged: "I want to do those things, but I don't have time."
I don’t smile:
So hire someone?

"Copywriting and creativity is what I think, they are only responsible for performance." Male said: "And compared to ordinary people, it also costs money."
Isn't this enough to show the sincerity?
Snapped.
Rubbing my hands, I am expressionless: "Are you awake?"
Male god: "...I'm wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Male god: "...shouldn't find a substitute, take a shortcut."
...
Suddenly frustrated, there are broken sentences in the middle. Yin Ronglan took a deep look at Chen Zhan's sleeping face, is this a special function?
I would like to ask anyone who can sleep and still write, the key is that the logic is unobstructed, and there are emotional changes.
After a while, he sighed lowly: "Model worker."
Before waking up the next day, I felt a vague coolness, Chen Zhan sat up in a sleepy state, the weather was gloomy.
Afterwards, she noticed that Yin Ronglan was not around. She walked into the living room without wearing slippers, and saw the other party guarding the notebook.
"Recently, the company has so much business?" Chen Zhang sat down next to him, and rarely saw the man get up to work early in the morning.
"It's working for you." Yin Ronglan replied lightly, checking the last line and making sure there were no typos.
Chen Zhang was stunned and looked closely at the content of the document, his face changed slightly.
Yin Ronglan saved it and gently covered it on the back of his hand: "I haven't dared to tell you something, actually..."
When I said half of my head, my head bowed down, as if there was something unspeakable.
Chen Zhanghui held his hand as if to bring him strength.
For a long time, Yin Ronglan said: "Actually, the dreamer really exists, and I am."
For a time Chen Zhang even forgot to blink.
"Last night I held you and read your dreams."
Chen Zhan vaguely remembered that she seemed to dream about this past event last night.
Yin Ronglan's forehead oozed with thin sweat, and he removed his precautions. For the first time, there was helplessness and fear in his pupils: "This ability is very painful. I dare not have too much contact with people. I am afraid that one day I will fall into the dreams of others and not come out.
Chen Zhan frowned, but they also hugged and slept many times.
Yin Ronglan hugged him: "Love makes me strong."
"..."
The amount of information is too large, Chen Zhang did not respond for a while, gently touching the other person's back, you can feel the person holding him trembling slightly, inevitable some distress.
[System: Excuse me, the host has been talking about dreams last night. 】
The hand that is helping pat the back is stiff in the air.
[System: I didn’t want to say. 】
But I really can't see it anymore and can't hear it anymore.
Chen Zhang pushed away the person in his arms, and was extremely cold and ruthless.
Seeing his expression, Yin Ronglan knew that it was taken out, but he couldn't figure out which part of the problem was wrong.
Chen Zhang: "I said dreams, right?"
Hesitating for a second, nodded.
The murderous voice is low, but the tone is lightly written: "Why should you lie to me?"
Yin Ronglan quickly found an excuse: "Because you are mysterious."
"..."
"I want to be worthy of you."
"..."
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Due to some unexpected accidents, Yin Ronglan went to work later than usual.
I met several fellow passengers in the elevator, and there was a quick talk, but I had no idea and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
Yin Ronglan expressionless: "Mosquito bites."
The employee was surprised: "Can mosquitoes bite their faces out of plateau red?"
A closer look at the two sides is extremely symmetrical ruddy.
Yin Ronglan glanced at him. The staff was reckless and felt wrong. Colleagues around him squeezed his sleeve, and then shut up.
The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor, and the people inside came down one after another, leaving Yin Ronglan alone to take the elevator.
The employees looked at the elevator that continued to go up and let out a sigh of relief: "Did I say the wrong thing?"
Colleagues sighed and said: "It doesn't matter what kind of mosquito bite it is, but the slap in the face should be the state of the president."
"..."
In the villa.
An egg was rubbed in the palm.
The young man went downstairs to see this scene and asked, "What is this doing?"
Chen Zhang smiled: "The hand hurts."
Yin Ronglan did at least one right thing. Thanks to his blessing, today's workload plummeted. After reading through the other party's code, the style and use of the words are quite in place.
Chen Zhang hesitated for a second before publishing the article. Is this considered to be written by someone else?
[System: He is just a recorder of dreams. 】
To be reasonable, Chen Zhan immediately released.
It's still morning, and there is a lot of time to spend. Chen Zhang didn't read the comment and moved out of checkers to enjoy life.
Resources are limited, and only youth can play against him.
Only a few sons left, the young man couldn't help but say: "So... is it a bad job?"
His original intention to come here was to participate in the great cause of the King's Land, not to witness "domestic violence" and checkers every day.
Chen Zhan focused on the chessboard: "The offline meeting of the black powder is in preparation. All I can do here is provide the whitewash value."
The key lies in the force value and appeal of the system.
The young man tentatively asked, "How is it prepared over there?"
Chen Zhang shouted the system to answer the question in person.
"I have absolute confidence to be recorded in the annals of history." The round racket patted the chest.
Chen Zhan huh, most of the historical records are the stories of the losers.
The system is full of self-confidence: "I have only tested my IQ and broke 80."
"Click".
Chen Zhan raised his head violently, during which one of his hands was unstable, and the glass beads fell on the ground and rolled around without a trace.
It's not just him, the youth's complexion is extremely wonderful, and both eyes are unbelievably looking at the system.
"eighty?"
Are you sure that there is no decimal point in the middle?
Round ball: "round up."
Chen Zhang: "...How much did you start in?"
Ball: "Seventy-nine."
In order to confirm that what is said is not false, an appraisal report is specially printed out. In black and white, it is not so boring as to make a fake in this matter.
Chen Zhang stared at it for a long time, and the chess stopped, and suddenly stood up: "I still didn't wake up."
Young people have the same idea, one to take a cold shower and one to go back to the room to make up for sleep.
The author has something to say: Yin Ronglan: The slaps that I suffered today are all gifts of love from tomorrow's lovers!
System: As long as you study hard, you can improve your IQ.
Chen Zhang: There are too many'excellent' people around me. I'm just an ordinary person.