Chapter 39

Touch screen is popular in mobile phones and computers. A friend especially lamented: "now the development of science and technology is so fast that it's impossible to say that one day the TV will touch the screen." Another friend said, "you're stupid! If you don't need a remote control, you have to go over and poke with your finger? "

This is the anti-theft chapter. Some unconscious children stole the VIP chapter, which seriously damaged the noble enjoyment right of VIP users. The author is not happy, so the author starts anti-theft!! The replacement chapter is replaced before 11:30 p.m. every day. Children, understand more, meimoda!

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Editor in chief, come on

"Xiao Zhao, do a good job! I've always appreciated your! " A pair of sweaty hands patted Zhao Wenjie on the shoulder. The editor in chief sat in the office chair and said with a smile.

Zhao Wenjie frowned slightly and reluctantly answered with a smile. The editor in chief didn't say much. He waved and let him out. Turning around, the pretty face suddenly became gloomy, and a pair of black eyes were full of haze.

The hands hanging on both sides of his legs clenched into fists. He sat in his position and his eyes fell on the magazine on the table. The magazine was spread out. Looking at it, it was a wonderful article with both depth and interest. Moving from the content of the article to the author, Zhao Wenjie's eyes darkened and the dark tide surged inside.

It said "Gao Xue Zhu", and he snorted with great disdain. This is his work, but it was stolen by the shameless man of the University. If it was only once, but... When he thought about it, Zhao Wenjie felt angry and angry.

What higher education has gained now should be his, his!

"Bang", a noise, provoked the people in the office to look around, but they didn't dare to say anything. Zhao Wenjie's whole body is gloomy, and his ferocious face really makes people feel timid.

Zhao Wenjie couldn't sit still and got up and left the office. When he turned the corner, he seemed to hear words of sympathy or disdain from his colleagues.

"Zhao Wenjie is also poor. What he has worked hard to write is occupied by the editor in chief!"

"Hum! How big is his face? I dare not fart in front of the editor in chief. What face do you play in front of us! Have the ability to quit! "

……

Like this, Zhao Wenjie's steps forward seem to be filled with lead. It's extremely heavy. It's also difficult to move one step. His face was as black as ink. He closed his lower lip and left gloomily.

It is now a sunny day in May. The ground is steaming a heat wave by the hot sun. There are few pedestrians in the streets except taxis and buses. Zhao Wenjie was wearing a meticulous suit and black leather shoes. Walking in the hot sun, he couldn't stop sweating like a tap that opened the gate until he soaked the suit. He didn't seem to feel the heat. Standing by the tree, he didn't see the previous gloom on his face, just confusion and pain.

"Why?! Why?! " He whispered. He had been out of school and into society for several years, but he still achieved nothing. He struggled with rent and food and clothing every day. How much better is he than those who have no higher education?

Zhao Wenjie felt very uncomfortable and stood beside the tree in a trance. The sun in the sky seemed to be blown by the strong wind, and the bright light shook for a while. No one knew that a wisp of white smoke from the extreme darkness was rising.

"Do you want to revenge the man who took your achievements? Do you want him to die? Come on, let me help you! " An inexplicable voice with temptation suddenly appeared, which startled Zhao Wenjie.

He stared wide and looked around, but there was no figure. He trembled and asked, "who are you?"

"I'm the one who helps you. Do you want revenge? Huh? " That voice sounded again, full of temptation.

Zhao Wenjie swallowed his saliva. He pressed his voice and asked, "really? What do you want me to believe? "

"Don't you want to see him tortured? Don't you want him to die? "

He was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to make him suffer, thousands of times more than me!" The voice was still trembling, with deep hatred.

The next day, my colleagues were very uncomfortable when they saw Zhao Wenjie's subconscious avoidance. Zhao Wenjie was somewhat lifeless for some reason. His beautiful face was pale and his eyes were slightly sunken. I haven't seen you for only one day, but the other party seems to be seriously ill.

An ordinary kind-hearted female colleague saw him, hesitated in situ, came forward and said with concern: "Zhao Wenjie, are you okay? I think you look bad... "

Zhao Wenjie pulled his lips, smiled and said, "it's all right." Then he stared at the editor's office with a poisonous snake in his eyes. The female colleague's heart trembled and she was afraid. She turned and hurried away.

A few days later, Zhao Wenjie's ghost appearance made people in the same office feel both afraid and disgusted.

After waiting for a few days, there was no news. He was a little worried. He ran to the toilet and shouted, "Hey, why is that shameless guy still okay?"

He didn't even shout a few words, which made the male colleagues who went to the bathroom look at him strangely. Zhao Wenjie was helpless. He smiled reluctantly, but asked the other party to step back, zip up and leave quickly. He was stunned and turned to look at himself in the mirror. His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, his lips were dry and cracked, and he smiled like a ghost.

Zhao Wenjie's eyes moved. He opened his mouth, stepped back and stood there in a daze.

Since he looked at his situation in the mirror, he has been absent-minded and always made mistakes in his work. Dazed, the sun set in the West. Zhao Wenjie came home tired and didn't want to move another finger. He fell asleep on the sofa. Mingming, I didn't do anything!

Time ticked past, the rental house was dark in the middle of the night, and a thing suddenly stood up on the sofa. That thing opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and it was an evil smile.

"It feels good to have a body! How long haven't I been healthy? Two hundred years or one hundred? " The rental house is still dark, but you can still see that it is a person through the neon lights outside the window.

The man giggled until dawn, when the darkness in the rental house was driven away, he saw that the man on the sofa was Zhao Wenjie.

Zhao Wenjie took the subway to work. His eyes were sunken and he went to the magazine with a mysterious smile on his face. He went upstairs and waited for a while. He saw the editor in chief pulling with a beautiful female colleague. A green light flashed in his eyes.

With a slight cough, he went over to the editor in chief and said mysteriously, "editor in chief, I have an amazing secret to tell you. Come on, come closer and I'll tell you! "

The editor in chief was a little surprised, but he really listened to it.

The two whispered for a while. The editor in chief looked uncertain. Finally, he asked with ecstasy, "are you serious?"

"Of course, how dare I lie to you about such a thing?" Zhao Wenjie definitely nodded and said.

The chief editor's greasy face was full of laughter. He laughed and patted Zhao Wenjie on the shoulder with his sweaty hand. He said, "Xiao Zhao, it's not bad that I usually treat you well! that 's ok! We'll be together when we get off work! "

With that, the editor in chief turned and pulled with the female colleague, and then half pushed into the exclusive office. Zhao Wenjie giggled and whispered, "I can't wait!" With that, he was greedy. He licked his lips and flashed his eyes.

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After work, all the colleagues watched the editor in chief and Zhao Wenjie go out of the building, talking and laughing, and they all lost their chin. What about the agreed hatred?

Zhao Wenjie can drive. He drives the editor's car and takes him through most of the city to a wilderness. The car drove slowly, and the stones on the road made the car shake. Finally, the car stopped in a field of weeds.

The editor in chief couldn't wait to get out of the car and look around. The hurry and roar made Zhao Wenjie smile.

"Xiao Zhao, where is the gold you said? You can't lie to me! " The editor in chief was suspicious and turned to ask.

Zhao Wenjie stuck his pants pocket and followed him all the time. He licked his lips with a smile. His face was eager for blood.

When his fingernails became extremely sharp, he suddenly saw a flower in front of him, and a hot liquid gushed out.

The editor in chief subconsciously touched his neck, looked down and saw that it was red blood. He wanted to shout, but he just let out a "grunt". It turned out that Zhao Wenjie scratched his throat.

Watching Zhao Wenjie lick the blood on his fingernails, he enjoyed his face and climbed up the editor's face in horror.

He "Gulu Gulu" tried to speak, but it was a pity.

"Delicious blood, stupid food, give all you have!" Zhao Wenjie giggled and stepped forward. The editor in chief kept retreating because of panic, and the blood flowing from his neck also left traces in the weeds.

"Gudong, Gudong", the fat editor in chief was held by the youth, the youth sucked the cut throat of the editor in chief, and the blood was eaten.

Too late to drink, slipped on the young man's lips and became a bloodstain. Because of the blood, Zhao Wenjie was very excited at this time. He licked his lips and sighed, "blood, how delicious!"

With sharp fingers, he pulled his chest again. The editor who had been stained with blood was dying, his chest was cut, and a large amount of blood flowed out and was eaten by him.

"Creak, creak", it was the sound of the human flesh gouged out by the youth with his fingers chewing in his mouth. It was the night, and the seeping wolf howled in the open grass.

Have some jokes!

A young girl married an old rich man. At the wedding, someone pointed to the bride's back and said, "it's really wronged, girl. Look at the old bridegroom. He's almost as old as her grandfather."

The rich man retorted, "if you want to say grievance, I'm more aggrieved than her. Her grandfather is only two years older than me, but I have to call him Grandpa!