Author: melon crisp

Song Ci entered the office and looked around carefully. There were many desks nearby, but which one was the CEO's desk?

Logically speaking, this is the main office and there shouldn't be so many desks.

The woman looked at Song Ci's hesitant look, her eyes as sharp as a knife seemed to be gnawing at Song Ci's flesh.

Song Ci's scalp was numb when she looked at it. She raised her eyes and suddenly noticed a pen on the table next to her. She lowered her eyes to observe her movements and the expression on the woman's face. She noticed the flash of coldness in her eyes and immediately put it in her hand.

The stuff just arrived on the table opposite.

"I've already put the things away, I'm leaving first." Song Ci bent down to her.

The woman looked at her coldly and said, "Let's go."

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door, and immediately sent a message to Junjun:

[Escaped safely, the president is not in the office!\^O^/]

Junjun sent a message from the other side saying that he was really happy for her and at the same time he really cared about her.

[Well, Qianluo, didn’t you talk about what happened yesterday? Be careful when you go back and go back early. If you are scared, you can call me.]

Song Ci was really about to cry, [Junjun, you are really my best friend! [Moved.JPG] [Hug.JPG]]

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After chatting for a while, Song Ci looked at the chat records full of them. She almost read through all their chat records and got some useful information.

For example, Junjun left the company and returned to his hometown in the countryside because he was getting married.

Song Ci sent a message expressionlessly: [Junjun, when will you come back? I miss you so much (╥ω╥`)]

There was no reply to the message on the other side for a long time. Song Ci looked at the name box on the WeChat column and saw the ellipses change and then disappear to become Junjun's name, and put the phone back in her pocket.

I fished honestly until I got off work.

Song Ci sat on a chair and rubbed his sore shoulders. A colleague next to him patted his shoulder, raised his head and immediately gave him a friendly smile.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Please sort these out and remember to send them to me tomorrow." The man put a few pieces of information in front of her.

Song Ci looked embarrassed, "But it's already time to get off work..."

"Don't you always help me? What happened today? Do you not want to help me?" the man said confidently.

Qianluo is a typical image of a good old guy who won't resist, a little person who works hard all day long to maintain the so-called interpersonal relationship.

Song Ci hesitated for a while and agreed, "Okay."

Song Ci thought that it wouldn't matter if he went back later today. That strange person wouldn't be here, right?

By the time she finished doing this and sorting out the information, it was already 9:55 pm. She looked down at the time on her phone and said, "Ah, it's already so late!"

Song Ci sent the document to the colleague, packed up his things and hurried out. As soon as he walked out, the whole building fell into darkness.

The company cuts off the power at exactly ten o'clock.

It was so dark now that he couldn't see his fingers. Song Ci was a little scared, so he reached out and turned on the flashlight of his phone.

A small patch of white light suddenly lit up. Although it was not particularly bright, it allowed her to see the road ahead clearly and felt at ease.

Her bicycle was the only one left parked alone in the entire parking lot. As she walked over and got on the bike, she noticed a man on the opposite side.

He was holding a black long-handled umbrella, wearing a black sweatshirt, and a black sweatshirt hat that covered his face.

This is obviously the weird man who delivered the courier to her yesterday!

Song Ci felt a little nervous and hesitant, and at the same time a little suspicious.

Who delivered yesterday's express delivery, and this man in a black sweatshirt is so weird. Why is he holding an umbrella if it doesn't rain today?

When Song Ci thought of the doll yesterday, she shuddered subconsciously.

Whose prank is this?

Song Ci was riding her bicycle forward. When she turned a corner, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and noticed that the man in a black sweatshirt was following her.

My heart was lifted, my pedaling speed on the bicycle was getting faster and faster, my forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and my palms were also sweating.

He is really following himself!

what to do?!

What on earth is this man going to do?!

Could he be the one who played the prank yesterday? What is he going to do after following me?

Song Ci's nervous heartbeat accelerated, and she immediately ran upstairs and hid in the house, locked the door behind her, leaned her back against the door, and immediately collapsed.

She seemed to still remember Junjun’s last words, and immediately called her Bo, crying anxiously: “Junjun, the man who delivered the express to me yesterday was the particularly scary doll express... that man

,he is following me!”

She was so scared that her words had no logic.

Junjun listened to the girl crying on the phone and comforted her: "Don't be afraid of Qianluo. You can lie down and relax first. Don't be nervous."

"If that man really follows you, you can call the police."

Song Ci reacted instantly, hesitating and crying, "Call the police?"

"That's right, don't be afraid Qianluo, you can call the police and tell the police about this, and they will definitely help you." The girl opposite was very gentle.

My voice was like the spring water in March, and the temperature brought by the breeze was warm. Maybe it was because an acquaintance was talking to me and I cried for a long time, so I was quickly comforted.

"Well, Junjun, I listen to you and I will call the police right now." Song Ci added, "I really don't know what to do without you."

The female voice opposite smiled and said, "If you are scared, you can keep chatting with me."

"Junjun, you are really my best friend!"
Chapter completed!