However, Director Wu was not the kind of person who would treat him badly. After comparing the dried steamed buns in his hand with the dishes in Zhao Wenzhuo's lunch box, he quickly opened the drawer, took out his own kuaizi, then stood up and left.
He walked to his seat next to Zhao Wenzhuo and sat down to eat with him very naturally.
When he looked at Zhao Wenzhuo's staring eyes, he stretched out his hand to greet him: "Look what I'm doing? I don't have any food on my face. Eat quickly! You're welcome, eat quickly!"
Zhao Wenzhuo choked at his shameless look and said speechlessly: "If I remember correctly, my nephew brought this meal to me."
When Zhao Wenzhuo said, "My nephew brought it to me to eat," he deliberately emphasized his tone.
However, Director Wu shamelessly ignored the words he didn't want to hear. Zhao Wenzhuo was Xiaoyu's uncle, so why couldn't Xiaoyu still call him uncle? Why couldn't he eat the food Xiaoyu sent?
Besides, there are so many dishes that Zhao Wenzhuo can't eat by himself, and it can't be served on such a hot day. Wouldn't it be a waste if he doesn't help eat some? He is doing this for Zhao Wenzhuo's sake.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. Director Wu smiled even brighter: "Yes! Xiaoyu is a good boy. He knew that we had not eaten, so he came here specially to deliver food to us. I must treat Xiaoyu well when I see him again another day.
Praise him."
Director Wu started eating on his own, and changed me in Zhao Wenzhuo's painting into us, as if this dish was originally delivered to them by Zhang Yu.
"It's for me, mine! Not us!" Zhao Wenzhuo almost laughed out loud at Director Wu's shamelessness. He really didn't expect that Director Hu could be so shameless.
"Okay, yours, yours!" Director Wu said the words like coaxing a child, which made Zhao Wenzhuo even more depressed.
Most of the colleagues who were working overtime were nibbling dry food at this time. After seeing that Director Wu's method was successful, they looked at the dry food in their hands, turned around, smiled and swarmed over, and together they stretched their tachyons to the lunch box.
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However, they all weighed it in their hearts and knew that Zhang Yu had brought this dish to Zhao Wenzhuo, so they stopped reaching out after one person 'robbed' the two kuaizi.
Seeing his colleagues next to him loudly praising the taste of the food and looking at his lunch box with salivating eyes, Zhao Wenzhuo felt dumbfounded.
How could we, who have been colleagues for so many years, get into a fight over two dishes?
The reason why we are so unscrupulous in the process of getting along with each other and don't have to worry about the other party being angry is because the relationship is good enough.
Looking at the sneaky glances of those people, Zhao Wenzhuo smiled, pushed the dishes to the middle of the table, and said to everyone: "Okay, stop pretending, and reach out if you want to eat, otherwise it will be really bad soon."
There is no more.”
As soon as these words came out, these colleagues no longer pretended to be polite. Except for the few that were specially reserved for him, the rest quickly went to everyone's stomach.
Looking at the lunch box that was being fought over by you and me, half of it was empty almost in an instant. Zhao Wenzhuo was very lucky that the food Zhang Yu gave him was large enough, especially a lot of pickles, but he wanted to come to Xiaoyu to deliver food.
I thought of this when I was eating, so I increased the amount of food.
People who ate the pickles praised Zhang Yu full of praise after learning that the pickles were pickled by Zhang Yu himself.
At this time, Zhang Yu didn't know that those people behind him almost got into trouble because of the last pickle.
At this time, night has fallen, and everywhere you look, except for a warm yellow light that occasionally shines from various houses, most places are dark.
Fortunately, it was already getting late when he arrived. He was already prepared for the night journey and tied the flashlight to the middle of the handlebars of his bicycle in advance.
The light from the flashlight did not slow down his riding speed too much.
But when he took a shortcut and walked home faster, he chose to walk through an alley filled with debris. The narrow alley made it difficult for him to walk, so he had to jump out of the car and push him along.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"
As he pushed his bicycle with difficulty to the middle of the alley, he suddenly heard a faint cough.
Zhang Yu pricked up his ears and listened. The coughing sound was very close to him, and as he moved around, the coughing sound became clearer and clearer.
But every time he stopped and listened carefully to find out who was coughing, the sound would suddenly disappear.
When Zhang Yu mustered up the courage to continue walking forward, the cough suddenly sounded again. This time the sound was closer to him, as close as if it was right under his feet.
Just as he stopped, intent on listening to where the cough was coming from, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his ankle.
"who?"
In the dark night, while walking alone, a slightly moist and sticky hand grabbed my ankle.
That kind of moist and sticky feeling made Zhang Yu unconsciously think of a certain possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was right.
Faced with this scene, even Zhang Yu, who has always been very courageous, felt a little chill down his spine.
He touched his arm, as if he could feel the hairs standing on end.
Zhang Yu swallowed unconsciously, then lowered his head and looked down. Sure enough, just as he imagined, a bloody hand stretched out from the darkness and tightly grasped his ankle.
That hand was so cold that even in the middle of summer, Zhang Yu couldn't help but shiver when he was held by that hand.
The hand was covered with blood, part of which had dried up, and the other part was still dripping. It looked extremely strange against the dark night. Zhang Yu looked in along the hand and saw a person lying on the ground.
An almost motionless figure.
Zhang Yu turned the bicycle handlebar and used the light of the flashlight to see two long cuts on the man's back. It could be seen from the pool of blood on the ground and the dried blood on the clothes near the wound that he was injured.
The time is not short anymore.
After noticing that the coughing had stopped again and that the man's hand holding his ankle gradually lost strength, Zhang Yu didn't care to observe anymore. He hurriedly rushed to the man's side and carefully stretched out his fingers to look at his nose.
, after noticing that although the breathing was weak, it was still relatively gentle, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Stay alive!
This person is still alive!
Just when Zhang Yu tried to turn him over to check if there were any wounds on his front, the man suddenly woke up again, grabbed Zhang Yu's wrist, and uttered with difficulty: "Help me! Send me to the police station.
