Behind the desk, Yahan suddenly raised her head, her eyes became stern, Fu Jiajun waved his hands: "Oh oh oh oh... don't get me wrong, I'm not following you, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand..." He paused,

"It's useless to follow you. I know that the chairman has also sent people to follow you... In the past two years, you have had a pattern. You often disappear for an afternoon or a few hours every few days. You can't hide it from others in the company. A lot.

Sometimes... Taotao does something interesting, or there is something delicious. On meaningful days, you will always disappear for a few hours, and tracking is useless. I guess you must have hired someone very powerful.

By my side. The chairman also knows about this, but...you know, although tracking is useless, we are all in the same city after all. Last month, a friend of mine saw you at the cemetery and said that you were on the tombstone.

I squatted in front of me all afternoon, and then I confirmed it and confirmed this..."

"That Gu Jiaming is your former student. Some people who know you well know her. You and he are closer than siblings, but among others, his reputation doesn't seem to be very good... although it's hard to believe it.

, but with your current state of mind, I don’t think it is possible to sit with an unrelated person often. He should be Taotao’s father. He was imprisoned in 2000. To be honest, does it match the time of your pregnancy?

Yes, but the prison side is a little vague. I think you may have done something... I just don't understand why he is so nice. Let's just think of it as a petty thing between men..."

These words can be described as aboveboard. Fu Jiajun smiled and added after a moment: "Don't worry, I won't tell the chairman, this matter... only I know."

Yahan looked at him steadily, and after a long time, she finally spoke: "You are taller and more handsome than him. If you like, I can also say that you work harder, are more capable, and are more responsible than him. These things

He has never cared about evaluations. A little bit of his good qualities is enough. He is my only man. He is Taotao’s father..."

"……I love him."

"But he is already dead."

"I will keep the rules for him." Yahan said this without frowning, "Please go out now."

Fu Jiajun stared at the woman in front of him for a long time. Finally, he nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. When he was almost at the door, he turned around and said, "You are really a good woman, I will spend more time with you."

... I will still go all out in the afternoon. I don’t want our personal matters to affect my work. See you later.”

The office door closed. Yahan frowned. She continued to process the information on the computer and summarized in her mind what she wanted to say this afternoon. After more than ten minutes, she looked at the time, walked to the lounge inside, and slept

The little girl on the bed just woke up. At the same moment, on the street under the building where the rain was pouring, a bus stopped on the side of the road. People who got on the bus, people who got off, umbrellas on the street

Together they formed a beautiful scenery. Jiaming ran out of the car and ran to the eaves of the roadside, patting the water stains on his head, and then looked up at the company building not far away.

The sky was dark, the rain was falling, and many shops along the road had their lights on. He walked along the eaves towards that direction, and lightning suddenly lit up, followed by the roar of thunder. Jia Ming stopped at the roadside,

I walked into a gift shop and came out a few minutes later with a stuffed white bear nearly as tall as a person in my arms.

After a while, one person and one bear walked into the Zhang's Heavy Industry Building during working hours. Since there was an announcement for job interviews posted on the bulletin board outside, the lobby on the first floor seemed quite crowded at this time. The ground was full of water stains.

Jiaming, who was looking at the white bear, glanced left and right in the hall, and then walked towards the lively reception desk...

Regarding the recent update, I remember a professional writer told me not long ago that if you write based on your feelings and always stay at home and write like online articles, sooner or later your writing will be useless. I already have this kind of experience.

I had some clues. I wanted to finish writing Hidden Kill in one go and take a good rest for a month or two, but I didn't expect it would happen so soon.

To put it simply, it is a matter of not having a feeling. I have an idea in my mind, the hidden killing is in the final stage, and all the clues have been basically thought out. But many times I know what I want to write, but I just don’t have a feeling and can’t finish it in one go. After writing it, I do it.

Damn it, these recent drafts of mine have been divided into two parts: "main draft" and "supplementary". "Supplementary" is a lot of incomplete paragraphs. Unlike the previous scrapped drafts, where thousands of words were scrapped together, this

It was a waste of paragraphs. I wrote it out at the time, but later I felt that it was unnecessary, or I felt dryly, or I felt that it should not have appeared so early, and I was reluctant to delete it directly, so I moved it out. This is the current state.

So... To put it roughly, I'm really at a low ebb right now. I've been struggling to write and it feels very painful. I basically sit in front of the computer every day and can't write anything. There's no point in doing anything. I feel like the task has not been completed. This

The cycle has trapped me to death. I can't write anything, I can't relax, I can't relax, and I can't do anything about it... It will probably last for a while, I hope it won't be too long. In any case, I really hope to write more in one go.
Chapter completed!