Mo Ziqian felt a little funny when he heard her thoughts, but thinking about his actions just now, he felt that he was too impulsive this time.
Taking a deep breath to calm his fast heartbeat, Mo Ziqian drove the vehicle out of Chengyuan.
The two of them were speechless along the way. One was still immersed in the forehead kiss just now, and the other was a little dizzy and sleepy. After all, he had not gone to work for five consecutive days and was not used to getting up so early.
When they arrived at the Bio-Industrial Park, as soon as Mo Ziqian stopped the car, Song Qingzhou opened her eyes. This was a skill she had learned from taking the subway to work. Although she dozed off with her eyes closed, she would never miss a station.
As soon as Song Qingzhou opened the car door and got out of the car, Mo Ziqian had already picked up the crutches and was waiting aside. Song Qingzhou took the crutches, carried a breakfast, and carried his own small backpack, and headed towards the building where the company is located. go.
Mo Ziqian stood beside the car and watched until Song Qingzhou's figure completely disappeared before returning to the car and leaving.
As soon as Mo Ziqian walked into the company door, a handsome boy looked at him and said with tears in his eyes: "Boss, you finally came to the company. If you don't sit in the office, my heart always panics."
Mo Ziqian glanced at him and said, "If you feel flustered, go see a doctor. I don't know how to treat illnesses."
The handsome boy sobbed: "Oh, oh, boss, you don't love me anymore. I'm going to see Mrs. Wen to heal my palpitation."
Mo Ziqian put down his computer bag and breakfast, took off his coat and hung it on a hanger nearby. The handsome boy pretended to cry twice. Seeing that Mo Ziqian ignored him, he put down his hands and leaned in. He came over and asked gossiping: "Boss, we have all watched the variety show "Workers Need to Have Love". The female guest named Song Qingzhou is really good-looking. Is she our future sister-in-law? ?”
When Mo Ziqian heard Song Qingzhou's name, his hand paused, his eyes flew over like knives, and then he said calmly: "Song Qingzhou is Song Qingzhou, she is not anyone's."
The handsome boy immediately gave in and said, "Okay, boss."
Similarly, Song Qingzhou also received enthusiastic attention from her colleagues when she arrived at the company. A small part of it was because of her injury, and a large part of it was because of the variety show "Workers Need to Have Love".
Sister Shen looked at Song Qingzhou and pretended to be angry: "Well, you little Song, you didn't tell us anything on TV. If our children hadn't changed the channel that night and I happened to see it, we wouldn't even know."
Song Qingzhou immediately pretended to be stupid and said: "Hahaha, didn't I sign a confidentiality agreement with the program team? I can't reveal any information about the program until the recording is completed."
Sister Wu next to her squeezed over and said: "Xiao Song, Xiao Song, you and that boy are that Mo..."
Sister Shen quickly added: "Mo Ziqian."
Sister Wu patted her head and said, "Yes, yes, is Mo Ziqian really in love?"
Song Qingzhou continued to pretend to be stupid: "Hahaha, I just told you to keep it a secret, otherwise there will be huge liquidated damages, but it's a variety show, hahaha, just watch it."
The others looked at each other with an "I understand" look.
Song Qingzhou was asked several more questions, but she was fooled by them all.
Anyway, everything is confidential, no comment.
Everyone just gossiped briefly and dispersed when they saw that it was time to go to work.
Song Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, took out the still warm breakfast and started eating. Mo Ziqian prepared an egg and bacon sandwich for her, which tasted very good.
At noon, Song Qingzhou ordered a takeaway, but it didn't taste good. It tasted like inferior prepared food, so she threw it away without taking two bites.
Sister Shen looked at it and said, "You young people are such a waste of food."
Song Qingzhou drank a large glass of water and finally diluted the strange taste in his mouth. Hearing this, he said: "I think it is really a waste of food to make it so unpalatable."
When five o'clock arrived, Song Qingzhou clocked in and got off work on time. As soon as she walked out of the door of the company building, she saw Mo Ziqian's car parked there with double flashes.
Song Qingzhou had just come out of the air-conditioned room. The cold wind blowing against her face made her shiver unconsciously. As soon as she took a few steps forward, the afterglow of the sunset in front of her was blocked. When she looked up, it turned out to be Mo Ziqian. Stand in front of her.
He took three days off before and saved a lot of work there, so Song Qingzhou was indeed very tired today.
This is what it is like for workers at the bottom. Although the boss says that anyone can do your job, once you ask for leave, the work will be piled up there waiting for you, as if the company will never move after you leave.
Song Qingzhou stretched out his hand toward Mo Ziqian with a haggard look on his face and said, "I'm really tired today. Please support me later."
Seeing her eyes full of exhaustion, Mo Ziqian took the crutches and her small backpack with some distress, and helped her walk to the car.
Just like this, another working day passed, and it was Friday night in the blink of an eye. The staff took out the familiar lottery box again. Ming Yuxi stepped forward alone and drew five paper balls. The camera came closer again. They are:
You can get a clue.
Any guest can be designated to answer a question.
You can get a clue.
Any NPC (non-player character) can be designated to answer a question.
You can designate any guest and exchange identities with him/her.
Among the five paper balls, two of the paper balls had duplicate rewards, and everyone was a little curious when looking at these rewards.
Director Wang Mian took up a loudspeaker and began to introduce Saturday's group project to everyone: "We are going to play a large-scale immersive script killing game together this Saturday. Everyone will gather at the door of the villa on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Then these rewards will be available Use it, Mo Ziqian, Ming Yuxi, you two will share one of the five rewards, and then the winner of the script kill will also have the final reward."
At this time, Chu Ziang took the lead and said: "Qingzhou's feet are not suitable for large-scale immersive scenario killing."
Song Qingzhou nodded in agreement.
Director Wang Mian smiled confidently and said: "Tomorrow everyone will draw identity cards before the script killing begins, but Song Qingzhou does not need to draw. We have already chosen her identity. As for what identity, we will keep it secret for the time being."
Song Qingzhou immediately said knowingly: "Thank you, director!"
So everyone discussed tomorrow's large-scale immersive script killing for a while. Among the six guests, except Mo Ziqian, all had played script killing, but the five of them had played ordinary script killing. This kind of immersive script killing was First time playing.
