Chapter 2524: Outsiders: Xiaochen Loses Memory 14
Over there, Ye Lu had been taken out of the president's office by Liu Zou.
He returned to the general assistant's office in a daze. Unable to hold back any longer, he slumped over his workstation, his shoulders twitching slightly as he silently shed tears.
The colleagues around looked at each other in confusion. Someone asked quietly, "Ye Lu, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
Ye Lu had not yet recovered from his grievance and shock. He just shook his head and was speechless.
At this time, the glass door of Liang Yanze's office opened.
Liang Yanze stood at the door, his eyes first falling on Ye Lu's workstation, where a black mist was hovering, seemingly in a good mood.
No wonder he disappeared after coming back from the meeting just now.
Jinchen immediately floated up happily, "Wife!"
Liang Yanze looked away expressionlessly, his eyes falling on Ye Lu who was lying on the table sobbing. He knocked on the glass door frame, his voice calm and still.
"Ye Lu."
When Ye Lu heard his voice, his body froze, but he didn't stand up. Instead, he choked with tears and said, "I know... Liang Zhu, you want to say that I left my post and didn't follow the rules... But I didn't do anything wrong."
"I just wanted to repay Mr. Zhou's kindness. What have I done wrong..."
Liang Yanze: "..."
He was patient, his tone was flat, and he said, "Come into my office and talk."
Ye Lu seemed to be irritated by this. He raised his head, tears still on his face, and said, "If you want to criticize me, say it here."
"We are all colleagues, assistants working for Mr. Zhou. I don't think anyone is more noble than anyone else."
The entire general assistant's office fell silent in an instant.
All colleagues stopped what they were doing and looked at this side in astonishment.
This guy is crazy.
Liang Yanze: "..."
Liang Yanze pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes sharp and indifferent, and said without any emotion, "Okay."
"So please explain why you added mud to Mr. Zhou's coffee."
Other colleagues: ???
What is that? Mud?
Liang Yanze continued in a calm, yet heart-piercing tone, "As you wished, Mr. Zhou now believes you are most likely a commercial spy sent by a rival company."
"They are trying to use this unthinkable method to make him physically unwell and unable to participate in the crucial bidding meeting tomorrow."
Ye Lu was struck by lightning and stood up suddenly: "What? I'm not, I didn't!"
Ling Gungun cheered in the sea of consciousness.
【Well done, host! 】
The mist also twisted proudly.
Yes, he did a great job!
To protect your wife, start by putting the blame on the people you hate.
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Lunch break.
Liang Yanze took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table. He closed his eyes and lay on the single bed with a thin air-conditioned quilt covering his body.
He was used to closing his eyes and resting at noon, giving his brain a break after working at high speed all morning.
Black mist seeped in from the edge of the quilt.
Liang Yanze's eyelashes trembled, and he felt the mist trying to spread up along his waist, especially preferring to get into the collar of his shirt.
He reached out his hand and grabbed the slightly solidified mist-like tentacle under the quilt that was trying to unbutton his shirt.
The tentacle twisted in his palm, seeming a little dissatisfied, but finally settled down.
Liang Yanze then slowly opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and stated calmly.
"It was you who put mud in Mr. Zhou's coffee cup."
Jinchen, who was trying to continue to move towards a warmer place, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Jinchen: “?”
Eh. Who told my wife?
Oops, the Abyssal Swamp cannot tell lies.
Jinchen paused for a moment, then admitted gloomily, "It's me."
After admitting it, he immediately became self-righteous again. The captured tentacle rubbed Liang Yanze's palm in a flattering manner, while the mist from the rest of the body continued to drill into his arms, trying to get away with it.
Liang Yanze remained unmoved, and even tightened his fingers slightly to stop the rubbing.
"Didn't you promise me that you would keep your promise to me?"
He tilted his head, his unfocused gaze fixed on the air around him, his tone lacking much blame, "Why did you do this?"
Jinchen paused and thought rapidly.
The Abyssal Swamp is about to be burned dry by this problem.
How should he explain Ling Gungun's mission, the protagonist's halo, and the importance of preventing Ye Lu from getting close to Zhou Chengjun.
None of this can be said.
After holding it in for a long time, Jinchen finally said, "Then I will be more careful next time."
Be careful not to be discovered by your wife.
After hearing this, Liang Yanze was silent for a moment and sighed softly.
He finally realized clearly how difficult and even ridiculous it was to expect non-human monsters with completely different thinking patterns to understand and abide by human rules.
Maybe... I still have to find a way to get rid of this uncontrollable existence.
He then asked, "As a um, powerful... being, don't you need to do something else?"
"Like going back to your swamp, or saving the world or something."
Jinchen answered immediately, very proudly, "No need."
“I’m doing the most important thing right now.”
Liang Yanze: "..."
The most important thing is sleeping on him and making trouble.
He couldn't help but hold on to the thin blanket tightly.
Beneath the quilt, a cold mist had already covered most of his chest, and the gnawing sensation intermittently fell on his skin.
If it were just this, perhaps he wouldn't have completely lost his composure.
But Jinchen is not a human being and has no concept of what is important or unimportant.
Every time they get close and entangled, there is a light or heavy, by no means gentle, feeling of oppression and a slight sting.
It was as if being bound and gnawed by countless cold and powerful vines at the same time.
Liang Yanze's knuckles, which were gripping the edge of the thin blanket, trembled slightly, and veins were faintly visible on the back of his bony hands.
He tried his best to keep his breathing steady, but his cold face honestly turned slightly red, spreading from the base of his ears to the side of his neck.
Even though there was still no expression on his face.
This restrained and honest reaction pleased Jinchen and even aroused his desire to bully more.
The black fog became more condensed, and its weight quietly increased, pressing down heavily.
Jinchen felt that the trace of protagonist halo energy he swallowed in the morning seemed to have made him stronger.
A few wisps of mist spread along the bed sheets like flexible and cold little snakes, silently climbed up Liang Yanze's ankles, and then slowly coiled upwards.
The calf muscles were squeezed by the suddenly tightened mist, and the soft flesh was even squeezed to the point of slightly overflowing. The overly tight entanglement soon left clear red marks on the skin, which looked like it had been whipped.
"Uh……"
Liang Yanze was caught off guard, and a suppressed hum escaped from his throat.
The sound was very soft, a slight tremor caused by pain.
The mist covering his face moved excitedly, and Jinchen came very close to him, with surprise as if he had discovered a new world.
"Wife, please scream again. I like to hear this sound."
Liang Yanze: "..."
He turned his head away, trying to avoid the ubiquitous sticky touch, his voice suppressed.
"……Can't."
Liang Yanze tried to show his usual calmness, his voice slightly hoarse, "...Let me go, this is still the company."
Jinchen was not satisfied.
"Why not the company? Honey, you're sleeping now."
Shouldn't bedtime be his own? Human rules are so troublesome.
He was a little angry, thinking that his wife was always finding excuses to refuse.
Jinchen has a strong learning ability. After spending a long time in the group, he learned a word, a common word in the workplace: fooling around.
At this moment, I used it on impulse.
He became serious and complained dissatisfiedly, "Wife, you always fool me."
Before he finished speaking, the mist wrapped around Liang Yanze's wrists and ankles suddenly tightened, and the pressure on his body suddenly increased, almost squeezing out all the air in his lungs.
"Hmm..." Liang Yanze was forced to whimper again, the pity in his voice was even more obvious, and he was completely out of control.
His wrists were tied tightly, and his struggles became futile and weak.
at this time.
dong dong dong.
