CIATB Chapter 51 I'm not some kind of demon!
Chapter 51 I'm not some kind of demon!
Chapter 51 I'm not some kind of demon!
Hear the words.
Yu Huan readily flipped the camera to the front and took a picture of the bright orange, bulging durian.
Lin Yourong sighed helplessly: "Why are you showing me this? I can't eat it anyway."
Old Lin laughed: "Yourong, tonight we also had a steamed assortment of preserved meats, which your mother's colleague brought from her hometown. There were preserved pork ribs and preserved fish, tsk tsk, it smelled so good!"
Lin Yourong was busy peeling bean sprouts, not wanting to say anything more.
Old Lin stopped teasing her, turned around, and subconsciously pulled out a box of Furongwang cigarettes from his pocket.
Seeing this, his mother-in-law quickly slapped his hand: "You start acting like a lawless person just because you have a son-in-law? You can smoke at home?"
"Am I just contributing to your payslip?"
Old Lin immediately put it back in his pocket, looking embarrassed.
Yu Huan sat upright, showing concern for Lin Yourong, pretending not to see her.
Let's have some tea and chat.
Eat some durian and watch TV.
Finally, Yu Huan declined the elderly couple's offer to let him stay overnight, saying he needed to go back to take a shower. At 9:30 p.m., he rode his electric scooter back to his doghouse.
The temperature has dropped now, and the biting wind is like a knife, scraping harshly against our faces.
He had to pull his collar tighter, hunch his neck, and speed up his ride. In less than fifteen minutes, he had escaped the raging cold wind.
Yu Huan pushed the electric scooter into the stairwell to charge, then slowly walked up the stairs.
As soon as I stepped inside, my phone vibrated in my pocket, the text message notification sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
Yu Huan sat leisurely on the wooden sofa. The ground beneath him felt cold and hard, and the chilling sensation penetrated his clothes, making him shiver involuntarily.
I think I still need to buy a seat cushion.
A person in their early twenties can handle it physically, but a person in their early thirties can't handle it mentally.
After a while, the body temperature warmed up the area under the buttocks.
Yu Huan took out her phone, turned on the screen, and looked at it.
It turned out to be a text message confirming the arrival of funds.
It starts with the character "一".
Yu Huan's eyes moved from word to word, counting the long string of zeros at the end.
One hundred thousand yuan!
The transferor is Wang Jingru.
This name seems somewhat unfamiliar.
Yu Huan had a sudden thought. She took a screenshot of the text message and sent it to Lin Yourong via WeChat.
Send another message:
The song copyright fee has arrived!
Without hesitation, she added a bright red lip emoji.
She should still be recording songs at this time.
Yu Huan didn't wait for her reply. She went to the closet to find a change of clothes and started taking a shower.
In the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, taking a bath in winter is a battle against the cold.
The old-fashioned bathroom heater has three out of four heating lamps that are not working.
The landlord is an old man in his sixties. He promised a few days ago that he would send someone to change the landlord's property, but I don't know if he forgot.
The bathroom was filled with steam, but it couldn't ward off the chill emanating from the surrounding walls. The moment exposed skin touched the cold air, it felt like being pricked by a needle, instantly raising goosebumps.
The hot water poured on my body seemed to take a while to dispel the bone-chilling cold.
Yu Huan finished the battle quickly and efficiently. After drying herself off, she quickly put on her pajamas and went to the living room to blow-dry her hair.
It wasn't until a little past ten o'clock when he crawled into bed that Lin Yourong sent an 'ok' emoji under his fiery red lips.
Immediately afterwards, a speech bubble popped up: 'Now you can get a good night's sleep, right? Early to bed and early to rise.'
Yu Huan had previously spoken with Lin Yourong, who said that Lin had been promoted to acting deputy director of the new media department and had been switched to a 9-to-5 day shift.
'You too, no matter how busy you are with work, you must rest properly when you need to, and don't stay up too late.'
'Um. ’
Yu Huan's eyes darted around in their sockets.
He fell into a state of slight contemplation.
She immediately posted a message with a smile: "Two hours early, the fourth day of missing Rongrong!"
A few moments.
Lin Yourong just replied with a few words:
'Oh, goodnight.'
Yu Huan tossed her phone next to her pillow, propped herself up, and turned on the light switch by the bedside.
In the dim light, I closed my eyes. Old Yu still hadn't received the money for the wedding house renovation, but the 100,000 yuan in song copyright fees had solved his immediate problem.
In addition, there is a reward of about 200,000, which should be coming soon.
As he pondered these thoughts, his mind gradually stagnated, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next day.
Yu Huan, who was brushing her teeth, heard the faint ringing of the telephone coming from the bedroom. It rang twice.
After calmly washing up, I strolled to the bedside and took out my phone from under my pillow.
Both of these missed calls were from Xu Hui.
Call back immediately.
"Hey, Huan-ge."
A soft, gentle voice came from the other side.
Xu Qian answered the phone.
Yu Huan held her phone in one hand and unbuttoned her pajamas with the other, changing into her outdoor jacket: "Why are you calling me so early? Is something wrong?"
"Here's the thing, Brother Huan. This morning, a qualified aunt came to apply for a cleaning job, and yesterday afternoon we also hired a 49-year-old uncle. They both have health certificates and can sign contracts directly."
Yu Huan replied, "Okay, what about you guys?"
"We're going to get our health certificates this morning."
"No problem, let's arrange to meet them at 5:30 in the evening. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be off work at 5 o'clock."
"Okay, Brother Huan."
"I'll hang up now if there's nothing else, I have to go to work."
Goodbye, Brother Huan.
"Okay, goodbye." Yu Huan hung up the phone and shook her head with a sigh.
If it were Xu Hui, who has a speech impediment, reporting this matter to him, he would probably ramble on and on for a long time.
The timeframe is quite tight.
After rushing downstairs, I quickly slurped down a bowl of noodles, then immediately rode my electric scooter to the Industry and Commerce Bureau, eagerly waiting for it to open.
Before long, I finally got my ID and locked it in the seat cushion. Then I rushed to the Lianhe Zaobao building.
Upon entering, he suddenly bumped into Zhao Yuan.
The guy stepped towards the door from another direction.
He was walking at a brisk pace, but when he saw Yu Huan, he immediately slowed down, picked up his phone without showing any emotion, and stood still, pretending to look at it.
Really are.
I'm not some kind of demon!
Yu Huan inwardly grumbled.
After turning around and going inside.
Among the small groups of people in the elevator, he spotted Chen Chong and Xu Fei from the new media department.
"Good morning, Deputy Director Yu!" Xu Fei met his gaze and hurriedly greeted him.
If the petite girl hadn't been standing outside the crowd, he would have had a hard time noticing her.
Listen.
As expected of someone from the hotline department, that voice is so sweet.
"Hey, good morning, Xu Fei."
Yu Huan replied and walked over to Chen Xi, who was standing in the innermost room with his head drooping.
"Chen Xi".
Hearing someone call his name, which seemed to be the voice of Yu Huan, his direct supervisor, he jumped up and quickly looked up.
"director!"
Uh.
Yu Huan saw that he looked like he hadn't woken up yet.
Even the word "deputy" was omitted, which is to say.
The sound was loud, and it was quite presumptuous of me to speak in such a public place.
Yu Huan already felt somewhat uneasy.
The reason I took the initiative to greet him was that I had something important to say to him: "You and Wang Zhi used to be in the photography department. He did video post-production, and you did the shooting, right?"
(End of this chapter)