Li Miaomiao was mentally prepared because Yu Cheng's words yesterday were like a shot of adrenaline for her.
But Li Miaomiao had no idea that Ji Yixiang had just caused a big scene at work.
In the past few days, Ji Yixiang has been drinking alone at home. After drinking, he started smashing things, banging the door, and then bursting into tears and acting crazy.
No one knows what's wrong with him. Just today, he showed up at work and did the same thing, bringing half a bottle of Erguotou with him. He drank himself into a trance and came to work early in the morning to do nothing. He just slammed his computer desk and cried.
And he was not only crying, but also cursing Li Miaomiao while crying. It was not enough to call her ancestors, grandmothers, aunts and uncles. He even called Li Miaomiao Lu Xiaoman and a socialite...
His crying and cursing were so unbearable that Zhou Yuqing, who was standing by, could no longer bear it and grabbed Ji Yixiang by the collar, lifted him up, spread out his five fingers, and slapped him in the face with two big slaps.
"You stupid idiot, could you please be a little quiet? If you want to cry yourself to death, go outside and stop disturbing me while I'm working!"
It is said that alcohol can make a coward brave, but for a coward like Ji Yixiang, even alcohol can't make him brave. After being hit twice by Zhou Yuqing, he was like a rotten eggplant, holding his stomach and twisting his body in pain. The colleagues around him also looked down on Ji Yixiang and talked about him:
"This Ji Yixiang is just a wimp. He bullies Li Miaomiao every day and is such a coward in front of Zhou Yuqing."
"That's right. He already has a bad stomach and he drank like that. He's really acting like a fool."
As Ji Yixiang was speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and then his whole body convulsed, followed by foaming at the mouth.
Zhou Yuqing kicked him and he collapsed to the ground like a dead body.
In fact, everyone in the office was enduring Ji Yixiang's noise pollution, but they felt that Ji Yixiang was too dirty and beating him would dirty their hands. No way, this "dirty job" still fell into Zhou Yuqing's hands.
The flower-guarding angel, Brother Zhang, quickly picked up Ji Yixiang, patted his chest and pounded his back. He also took two pills from the table, put them into Ji Yixiang's mouth, and fed him with his own water cup.
Then Li Miaomiao came in. He was a little sober and his body stopped twitching. He just got up from the ground and sat down on the seat with the help of Brother Zhang. He wiped away his tears and stared at Li Miaomiao.
Li Miaomiao didn't like him and ignored him. She just knew that Director Li wanted to see her, so she went into Director Li's office.
Looking at Li Miaomiao's back as she entered Director Li's office, Ji Yixiang was angry and disappointed, with a hint of affection in his eyes.
Director Li was not too long-winded. He took out the documents that needed to be handed over between the two departments and gave them to Li Miaomiao, asking her to take them over. Li Miaomiao was puzzled when she saw the documents:
"Director Li, it's just a matter of delivering a document. Why can't you just ask someone else to do it? Why did you call me over and make me run back and forth?"
Director Li looked at the situation outside the door and closed it.
"Miaomiao, sit down."
Director Li poured two cups of tea and gave one to Li Miaomiao:
"Didn't I tell you? It's not just about work."
Li Miaomiao guessed it instantly, and it was almost right. Director Li took out his phone, opened Ji Yixiang's WeChat Moments homepage, and handed the phone to Li Miaomiao.
Li Miaomiao took the phone and looked at it. She felt her pupils shrink and was shocked by the content on the screen.
Ji Yixiang posted several Moments, all with nine-square grids. Li Miaomiao opened the photos, which were all photos of him and Gao Yijun holding hands. There were also many photos taken with different camera angles.
Li Miaomiao thought to herself, his photography skills used to be terrible, how did he suddenly become so good? The candid photos were just like the real thing.
The text that Ji Yixiang wrote was full of insults, slander and rumors about Li Miaomiao. It was very long and if you clicked on the full text, it wouldn't fit on the phone screen.
"Li Miaomiao, you lowly bitch, you, Wang Ziling, kissed an unknown handsome guy passionately for four hours. Isn't it really fun?"
"Li Miaomiao, Gao Yijun, and that idiot Fei Yunfan, fuck you bloody bastards, you adulterers, die, die..."
Li Miaomiao couldn't help but smile. Wasn't it Fei Yunfan and Wang Ziling who scolded him the other day? How could he steal her skills?
Although these words have no logic at all, the maliciousness of their intentions is so shocking that every sentence is shocking.
Li Miaomiao even noticed that Ji Yixiang's profile picture had been changed, replaced with a densely packed red text. Li Miaomiao couldn't help but click on it out of curiosity, and saw only six words:
"Gao Yijun, crawl for me!"
He also made a typo.
Ji Yixiang is really a madman. Whatever he can't get, he wants to destroy it.
Although Li Miaomiao was watching this with both laughter and tears in her eyes, she was not angry at all, because this was nothing more than Ji Yixiang being extremely angry.
But when she thought about it carefully, Li Miaomiao felt a chill on her back. Ji Yixiang did have a history of stalking her. However, how much effort did this stalker put in to be able to secretly take so many photos of me, and the photos were so good that he even heard the name of my blind date.
If he wants to assassinate me, won’t I be dead?
"Have you finished reading it?"
Director Li asked her.
"Wait a minute, I'll take a picture."
Li Miaomiao took out her phone and took pictures of everything Ji Yixiang posted on his Moments, including the pictures of him secretly taking pictures of her, the insults he made, and his new profile picture.
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