Good colleague

"Foolish Eyes" was puzzled: "Why is the sound of the video different from last time?"

"Foolish" is satisfied: "Not bad, not bad. This development is a bit of a surprise."

"Foolish Eyes" was concerned: "There's something wrong with your left hand when you're exerting force. Are you injured?"

Zhou Min lazily leaned back on a metal chair in the hospital's waiting area, looking at the three messages he had received shortly after sending the video, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Does this middleman usually live online?

Since "Foolish" didn't send the balance as quickly as last time, Zhou Min had no choice but to patiently reply to each one.

Zhou Min screenshot: "Tuning parameters.jpg"

Zhou Min quoted the second message and said perfunctorily: "Yeah."

Zhou Min denied being injured: "No, thank you for your concern :)"

Zhou Min didn't want to reveal any personal information to the middleman who wrote this perverted script, so as not to arouse his creative desire or cause other unnecessary trouble.

In fact, she did not dislike this method of punishment that fought evil with evil and violence with violence.

If someone else carries out the execution, she might comment "good death" to the punished person.

But when she became the one who took action, she realized that if she didn't have a firm enough heart, she would be easily influenced.

That's human nature.

When blood covers your eyes, it becomes difficult for your mind to be clear.

Zhou Min took a deep breath to calm herself. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital immediately filled her nostrils. No matter how many times she had been there, she found it difficult to get used to the smell.

The mobile phone screen lit up, and Zhou Min finally received the payment information. She supported her knees with her hands, slowly stood up, and walked to the self-service payment machine beside her.

His face was pale under the hood of his sweatshirt, and his bloodless lips were tightly pursed.

The weakness caused by blood loss continued to affect her. Her fingers trembled slightly when she typed the amount, causing her movements to be much slower than usual.

If a mobile phone could only be linked to one account and could not pay bills for multiple accounts online, Zhou Min would not have to come to the hospital in person to pay the bill every time.

After everything was settled, she looked at the time displayed in the upper left corner of the payment machine.

Visiting hours are over.

Let’s wait until next time and come to see them next time.

-

"Xiao Min, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?" Huang Peiyi, who was sitting next to her, looked concerned.

"Maybe it's because of the blood loss." Zhou Min smiled frankly, took out a tube of nude pink lipstick from his bag, lightly applied it on his lips, and pursed his lips. "There are a few days like that every month."

Her lip color was apparently normal before she left the house. Zhou Min looked at himself in the palm mirror, as if drained of all his energy, and sighed deeply.

Sure enough, working overtime on weekends is exhausting.

Taking advantage of the excuse of feeling unwell, Zhou Min sipped the hot water from his thermos in one hand, held a paper document in the other, and leaned back in his chair leisurely, pretending to be serious.

Her position was staggered horizontally with Huang Peiyi, and she was observing more details of the other person from behind without making any expression.

Their department is the product design department, and Zhou Min is not surprised at all that Huang Peiyi, a business spy, would join this department.

The Product Design Department has the highest turnover rate at Zhenbang headquarters, which means it's easy to get in, but it will be busier.

Therefore, there are many people who work overtime late at night, making it very rare to see people going to work early.

However, what Zhou Min was curious about was that in the conversation he heard that day, Huang Peiyi's target seemed to be the prototype code of the R&D department. How would she obtain it?

Physically, the R&D department and the product department are not on the same floor, and the security level is much higher than here.

As for the technical aspect - the R&D department has a dedicated server, which is independent of the group's internal network.

In fact, Huang Peiyi doesn't have many flaws, but they can be seen if you observe closely.

First of all, when she used design software, she was not very proficient in using shortcut keys and preferred to use the mouse to select functions.

Secondly, her work progress can actually be described as... fast and slow.

When it's slow, the same line can be erased and redrawn more than ten times. When it's fast, you can quickly complete the sketch with just a glance at the phone.

It seems that this person is also good at using money.

Zhou Min retracted his gaze and glanced at the dialog box on his computer desktop. It contained the last message his boss had sent him last week: "Just take a look at the previous product information first. I'll notify you when there's work."

In this department, how many people are actually doing their jobs?

Zhou Min felt a little bit of conscience, but not much, and worried about the future of the group for a moment, and then began to concentrate on planning his next move.

-

Lunch break.

In the company cafeteria, Zhou Min held the food tray in his right hand and found a seat near the corner with a good view.

As expected, Zhou Min saw Zhou Yiting, but she unexpectedly sat in the seat opposite Zhou Min.

Some time ago, whenever Zhou Qiting was around, she would be seen coming to the cafeteria to eat alone, keeping a distance from Zhou Min.

Zhou Min just thought she was a freeloader.

That doesn't seem to be the case now.

Zhou Min squinted his eyes and looked at the person who came. He was about to adjust his facial expression and show a sweet smile like a template, but then he thought, no, if he treated Zhou Qiting well again, she might become more demanding.

So he forced a smile and said perfunctorily, "Good afternoon, Miss Zhou."

"You're not feeling well." It wasn't a question. Zhou Qiting could see Zhou Min's weakness as soon as they met.

The right hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and the fingertips turned white; the petal-shaped lips that were usually not painted red were unusually painted with lipstick;

The most important thing is that the smile is not as lively as usual.

Zhou Qiting didn't know what Zhou Min was thinking, she could only see that she was not feeling well.

Zhou Min was unconvinced and curled his lips: "No."

As she spoke, she picked up the meatballs from the soup bowl on the plate - bitter thorn meatball soup, which is said to be a spring specialty.

Then, my hand accidentally shook and the meatball rolled down the tip of the chopsticks and onto the table.

Zhou Min: ...

She assured me that this happened because she had overexerted her right hand over the weekend, and it wasn't because she felt uncomfortable.

Zhou Qiting rarely smiled this time. He took out a spoon from his cutlery box and handed it to Zhou Min: "I haven't used this spoon before. It's clean."

Zhou Min took the spoon and said thank you through gritted teeth: "Thank you, Miss Zhou."

After saying that, he scooped up the remaining meatballs with his trembling right hand and put them into his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhou Qiting bent his index finger and pressed his knuckles against his lips, barely suppressing the upward trend of the corners of his mouth, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing Zhou Qiting's expression, Zhou Min's throat choked. He chewed the meatball whole and swallowed it. Unable to bear it any longer, he said, "Miss Zhou, laugh if you want to."

Some smiles will show through the eyes even if you cover your mouth.

I'm talking about you, Zhou Qiting.

"Let me take you home after get off work tonight." Zhou Yiting calmed down and suggested kindly.

No matter how much you brag, you can't fake your physical discomfort, and the subway during rush hour will not show mercy to anyone.

Zhou Min was about to say that she could take a taxi back, but Zhou Qiting blocked her refusal with her subsequent concern.

"We're just on the way. I'm not sure if I'd let you go home on your own in your current state."

-

Zhou Qiting drove very steadily, so steadily that Zhou Min fell asleep in the passenger seat.

What's going on? Did Zhou Qiting mix sleeping pills into her perfume? Zhou Min sniffed the scent wafting from her car and began to become suspicious.

Her professional ethics always supported her heavy eyelids and prevented her from falling asleep in someone else's car without any precautions.

"If you're not feeling well, take a nap." While waiting for the traffic light, Zhou Qiting noticed Zhou Min trying to stay awake, so he lowered his voice and said slowly, "I'll wake you up when we get there."

Zhou Min was too lazy to even say anything at this moment, and didn't care whether Zhou Qiting could see it or not. He silently shook his head to indicate that it was not necessary.

She held her forehead with her hand and stared at the receding scenery outside the window, her eyes aching.

I seem to have a fever.

It is normal for wounds to repeatedly open, become infected, and become inflamed.

Zhou Min was mentally prepared and took antibiotics in the morning, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't bear it.

It seems that drug resistance has developed.

She silently crossed out the names of commonly used antibiotics in her mind, and she would have to take a different type next time.

While Zhou Min was drowsy, the gradually familiar street scene brought her back to consciousness. After Zhou Qiting parked the car on the side of the road, she said a simple goodbye and pushed the door open to walk out.

"Xiao Min." Zhou Qiting got out of the car and called Zhou Min from behind.

What else is there? Zhou Min felt very tired and didn't want to look back. She took a few more steps forward due to inertia.

The index finger of his left hand was suddenly hooked by someone behind him. The movement was not large but still pulled the wound on Zhou Min's left arm.

“Hmm…”

Zhou Min groaned, and the strange feeling in her body made her eyes moisten instantly.

She bit her lower lip, suppressed the trembling caused by the pain, and looked back at Zhou Yiting.

"Your phone fell on..." Zhou Qiting's eyes fell on Zhou Min's face. Seeing her eyes filled with tears and her face flushed, he raised his hand to cover her forehead and said, "You have a fever."

Zhou Qiting's body temperature was already low, so her palms were dry and cool, and they felt very comfortable when placed against her hot skin.

Zhou Min didn't push her hand away for a moment.

He also tilted his head back and rubbed it.

He's lost his mind. Zhou Min realized the inappropriateness of this behavior and took a big step back.

Her palm felt empty in an instant, and Zhou Qiting tightened her fingertips. Certain thoughts that arose from Zhou Min's subconscious actions were eroding her defenses.

It was the same thought that had frightened her last time.

Zhou Qiting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the involuntary swallowing movement in her throat revealed her confused mood.

No, at least not now.

After suppressing his excessive desire, Zhou Qiting returned to his usual amiable self.

She held the phone out to Zhou Min from a distance and said to him in a gentle tone, "I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

Not good, not good at all.

Zhou Min pulled his phone back and refused without hesitation: "No need to bother, thank you Miss Zhou, I'll just go back and take some medicine."

Ha, federal hospitals even require iris recognition for registration. What’s the difference between her going to the hospital for treatment and turning herself in?

To prevent Zhou Qiting from overthinking it, she pretended to recall something horrible and added in a trembling voice, "Since I was a child, I've been most afraid of going to the hospital for injections..."

Zhou Min blinked, and the tears that had just accumulated due to the pain slid down from the corners of her eyes at the right moment. The tears stained her eyelashes, making them darker, making her look pitiful.