Chapter 51

Zhao fan doesn't remember how he left Bai Yi. He walked out of the restaurant and walked towards the unit.

Unknowingly, he had come to the unit and worked by devils. Zhao fan walked towards the publicity department. Now Zhao fan is a celebrity in the municipal Party committee. Many people shouted respectfully when they saw him: "Hello, deputy director Zhao!"

Zhao fan also responded with a smile one by one, but his eyes kept looking at Yu Xiaoai in the office through the glass. Perhaps he heard the voice outside. Yu Xiaoai turned his head and the two just looked at each other for more than ten seconds. Yu Xiaoai turned and knocked on the computer to make a form.

Just a few days, Yu Xiaoai haggard a lot, his face with a trace of fatigue, but also a trace of relief.

"Rare guest." At this time, Minister Wang of the publicity department came out of the office and just saw Zhao fan. He quickly stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "how can deputy director Zhao have time to guide the work of the publicity department, ha ha."

Minister Wang was there last time when the provincial capital put out the fire. Because sun Qiwen's affairs hit a wall everywhere, he was disheartened. Therefore, he was not in the right way with sun Qiwen, but he was not so nervous with Zhao fan. They occasionally joked when they met.

"Just acting, Minister Wang is serious." Zhao fan also said with a smile: "if Minister Wang doesn't welcome me, I won't come next time."

Minister Wang is also in his early 40s. He is a deep middle-aged man. Just like last time, when something happened to sun Qiwen, everyone was worried and gloated. It is that minister Wang can't see the depth. In short, he gives Zhao fan the feeling that he is very smart.

"With the current momentum of deputy director Zhao, it is only a matter of time to remove those two words." While making a gesture of affection, Minister Wang smiled and said, "ha ha, just kidding, deputy director Zhao, don't mind."

Zhao fan also smiled and followed Minister Wang into the office. The next two people just talked about some unimportant things. At lunch, Minister Wang had to pull Zhao fan together, but Zhao fan politely refused.

In the office, all the clerks were gone, leaving Yu Xiaoai alone.

Zhao fan thought and walked slowly. Yu Xiaoai seemed to feel something in his heart. His fingers on the keyboard paused for a moment, and then returned to normal.

They sat and stood one by one without talking to each other. Soon more than ten minutes passed. Zhao fan finally couldn't help saying, "go to dinner. The canteen will be closed when it's late."

Yu Xiaoai didn't look back, but said in a sad voice, "did you come here to see me in distress?"

"No." Zhao fan sighed and said seriously, "I want to comfort you, but I don't know how to speak. Are you okay?"

Yu Xiaoai still didn't look back, but he stopped working: "I don't need anyone to comfort. You go, I want to be quiet."

Who is it?

In the past, Zhao fan would have asked with a smile, but now

The man patted Yu Xiaoai on the shoulder. Zhao fan turned and left. When he came to the corridor, he turned his head and looked over there. Yu Xiaoai also turned his head and looked over. It was just a moment. Yu Xiaoai quickly turned his head.

Zhao fan shook his head and left with his hands on his back.

For a long time, Yu Xiaoai touched her chest. From the moment Zhao fan came to the publicity department, her heart began to accelerate and "plop, plop" kept jumping. Maybe she really needed comfort, but she was too stubborn to bow her head.

In the evening, Zhao fan sent a message to Yu Xiaoai and asked, "Xiaoai, are you okay? I want to go and see you, OK?"

In the suburbs, Yu Xiaoai had already taken a bath and lay in bed. She was at a loss when she received Zhao fan's message, because now he no longer called his sister-in-law, but his nickname. But where did that strange feeling come from?

Yu Xiaoai thought for a while, but stubbornly replied, "Xiao Fan, I'm fine, but I really want to live a quiet life for a while. Don't bother me, okay?"

Zhao fan sighed in his heart. It seems that there is some way. Yu Xiaoai needs to go by himself.

But he replied: "I can not disturb your life, but you must not think blindly. As long as you are good, even if you can only look at you from a distance, I am satisfied."

In the suburbs, Yu Xiaoai didn't reply, but looking at those words, her heart began to beat again and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Zhao fan has a habit, that is, he would rather not eat breakfast than have a late night snack. Usually, he goes to bed after a bucket of instant noodles, but today, he suddenly wants to go to the barbecue stand to drink two bottles of beer.

When he went downstairs and out of the gate, Zhao fan walked towards the snack street. It was more than 10 p.m. before, Bai Yi would have called to hurry up, but now they are separated, and their friendship with Yu Xiaoai is gone forever.

Zhao fan wants to get drunk. When she wakes up tomorrow, start over and get on the road again. If yu Xiaoai really doesn't want to, she won't bother her anymore.

At this time, two little gangsters with yellow hair came up the pedestrian street, and they looked at Zhao fan from time to time. Their hands were in their trouser pockets.

Zhao fan slowly slowed down. He smelled a trace of danger. Unfortunately, it was too late. Soon they accelerated their pace. Finally, they even ran. One of them stretched out his hand from his trouser pocket, holding a spring knife of more than ten centimeters in his hand, and said, "that's the boy, get him!"

Zhao fan suddenly felt numb, stopped his steps and ran away. Unfortunately, he was in a hurry. He tripped over the bricks under his feet. Zhao fan fell to the ground in a panic. At the critical moment, Zhao fan picked up the bricks without thinking about it. At this time, they had rushed forward.

"Bang!"

Shaking hands is a brick. One of them screamed and was hit in the head by Zhao fan. Suddenly, blood flowed and staggered back. Zhao fan waved the brick and shouted for help. However, there were not many people in the pedestrian street at more than ten o'clock. The people who saw others holding knives had already scared away.

"Poof!"

Another little yellow hair blocked Zhao fan's brick with his hand, and then the spring knife in his hand waved fiercely. Zhao fan just instinctively stepped back, and his arm was immediately cut into a blood groove of several centimeters. In an instant, the blood flowed and soaked his sleeve.

At this moment, Zhao fan's forehead was sweating with pain. He stepped back and shouted for help. Unfortunately, the indifferent passers-by didn't stand up at all, but turned around and left quickly.

Not far away, the owner of the barbecue stand heard the voice of calling for help. He rushed over without hesitation with his stool, because he saw the face of Zhao fan, a young man who often comes to eat barbecue.