The correct way to wash a female ghost's hair
When Nan Yehe finished working overtime, it was almost midnight.
There was no one else in the company except her.
But the company wasn't dark; the office lights were bright, and the neon lights on the tall buildings outside were still working diligently. What truly made one feel present was the music playing as middle-aged women danced in the square not far away.
Nan Yehe rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired.
Despite being in the central business district, the energetic middle-aged women still manage to find their place.
She was about to give a wry smile when she realized something was wrong.
It's almost midnight.
Where does the square dance music come from?
Nan Yehe glanced out the window and discovered that the neon lights were not as bright as they had appeared before; they emitted a faint green glow.
The music? It stopped hours ago. Now, outside, there are only cars that are still crowded, but with few horns honking.
How did my mind become so disordered...?
Nan Yehe shook her head, trying to pick up the cup on the table, but her hand slipped and the cup fell to the ground.
The sound of shattering porcelain made her feel helpless; she had to clean up these things again.
Nan Yehe carefully bent down, picking up the larger pieces while wiping up the water stains on the floor.
Suddenly, she noticed a pair of shoes under the sofa opposite her.
Red patent leather high heels.
Nan Yehe's hand trembled, and the shards cut her hand, but she seemed numb and couldn't feel it.
What's going on? It's just a pair of unfamiliar high heels. Maybe some guy deliberately left them here to scare her.
As a hard-working colleague who was so demanding that even the CEO avoided her, this wasn't the first or second time she'd been targeted like this.
Nan Yehe sighed softly and tried to stand up.
But then she noticed that the high heels were walking towards her step by step!
Nan Yehe's pupils contracted, and she calmly took a step back, but her foot suddenly stepped on a piece of broken porcelain that she hadn't picked up. Along with the water on the ground, her body swayed and she fell downwards.
A pen that had fallen to the ground at some unknown time stood up strangely and pierced the back of her head.
Nan Yehe instantly regained consciousness.
She had a nightmare.
The sky outside was already turning a pale white; it was time to get up.
Nan Yehe found it strange. She never had nightmares, so how could she have nightmares when she hadn't moved, hadn't had any family members die, had no strange neighbors, hadn't received any strange items, hadn't committed murder, hadn't cheated on her partner, hadn't participated in any wilderness adventures, and hadn't recklessly participated in activities like Ouija Board or Silver Spirit?
That's strange. She's always been the type of person who doesn't flinch even when faced with a real-life haunted house.
But why was she so timid in the dream?
Nan Yehe glanced at the TV in front of the bed, then at the wardrobe next to it, and sighed deeply.
She's just being paranoid—she would never say something like that, setting herself up for failure.
There always has to be someone who questions the world, otherwise the world would have no sense of existence.
Nan Yehe found herself somewhat amused, got out of bed, washed up, dressed, and ate breakfast.
While toasting the bread, something strange happened again.
Her toast wasn't even ready when the toaster stopped.
This is a bread maker she bought some time ago, but hasn't used much yet; it came from a reputable department store.
Nan Yehe watched the bread machine quietly as it started working on its own again.
At the same time, her phone lit up.
This bread maker... can be operated with an app...
“Uh…” Nan Yehe picked up her phone, and sure enough, it showed the app for the bread maker.
She's a little drunk now.
During the subsequent breakfast, nothing strange happened, but Nan Yehe was enveloped in a very unsettling atmosphere.
After leaving the house, she took the elevator to the second basement level, straightened her clothes, and then the elevator stopped.
Normally, she would never look at who came in, but she was so suspicious because of what happened that morning that she couldn't help but look at the elevator door.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, the person outside made friendly eye contact with her.
"President Nan?!" the man said in surprise, "You live here too?"
"Hehe." Nan Yehe smiled politely, her interest somewhat waning, and said emotionlessly, "It's quite a coincidence to run into you here, Director Liu."
They live so close to each other and work for the same company, she doesn't believe he hasn't seen her. And he's playing these pointless tricks. He's so full of ideas, it's really troublesome.
Liu Wuyao, seemingly oblivious to Nan Yehe's coldness, stood up enthusiastically and said, "The year-end is almost here, you must come to the company's event."
Look at what you're saying.
Although Nan Yehe didn't like guessing what others were thinking, she understood what he meant. It was just that he was dissatisfied. Someone who was working under her last year had become the general manager this year. It was said that he had to give way to him because of his connections. Moreover, there was not much harmony within the company, and the side that Nan Yehe represented was not on Liu Wuyao's side.
"Director Liu, take it easy. After reading the Romance of the Three Kingdoms for so many years, you should know what it means to lose both your wife and your army. Don't let things get messy at home while you're not taking care of your work." Nan Yehe rarely joined in with a few sarcastic remarks.
The so-called "backyard fire" refers to his wife's affair some time ago, and the mistress even came to the company. However, Director Liu was away on a business trip at that time, and no one in the company told him. Whether he could find out or not... was up to him.
As expected, Liu Wuyao took it as her retaliation and did not delve into the specific meaning of losing both wife and army.
"The company's stock has also fallen. This year has truly been a disastrous one so far," Director Liu remarked with considerable regret.
"Yes! Green! So green!" Nan Yehe exclaimed.
Especially the hat on your head.
Liu Wuyao shook his head, his face full of sorrow.
After exiting the elevator, Nan Yehe went straight to the car, clearly not wanting to spend a single moment with Liu Wuyao.
Why? This person is despicable; otherwise, why would they be called "Wuji" (meaning "no medicine")?
When she first joined the company, the group of people treated her like an ordinary intern. They didn't take care of her or make things difficult for her, and she got along quite well. It wasn't until she was assigned to the marketing department that she understood why her cousin-in-law had advised her not to come.
Liu Wuyao is dark-skinned, as dark as an African, but it's not his hands that are dark, it's his teeth.
He took her, a full-time employee who had worked her way up through her own abilities, and made her his secretary. He even stole her work without her consent. Because of her bet, she had the backbone not to complain to the president. Besides, complaining wouldn't have helped. She had no evidence. She couldn't just let the president say, "This plan was indeed co-created by Nan Ye. My soul has already sensed it," to get away with it, could she?
That's why she wasn't even in the mood to participate in the annual meeting last year. What good is the president's big gift package compared to her intellectual achievements?
In summary, she was young and inexperienced, and was tricked with no one to turn to for help. However, she didn't seem to care at all about the grudge she had formed.
As for this year's position... Nan Yehe sighed and didn't think about it.
It's hard to say.
When I arrived at the company, I clocked in as usual and ran into Jiang Ziya on the way, who was bravely forging ahead with half a sandwich in her mouth.
"Ugh! General Manager Hao!" Jiang Ziya quickly hid half a sandwich behind her back. Her movements were so fast that, to use a phrase from her school days, "her hand speed was like when she was playing on her phone in class and then noticed the teacher was coming."
Nan Yehe had no intention of caring about her at all and rushed straight to the elevator.
"Hey, wait for me!" Jiang Ziya followed.
Once inside the elevator, she seemed eager to tell Nan Yehe something, but since the floor was too low to finish quickly, she explained the lunch they were having together, indicating that she had something to say.
Nan Yehe indicated that she understood.
When she arrived at the office, there was another mountain of things to deal with. Hao Yuan didn't know what she had been doing yesterday; things were completely unorganized, making her even busier.
"Hao Yuan!" she called out, bending down to pick up the papers on the ground.
Suddenly, her expression froze.
Under the desk, next to the swivel chair, was a pair of red patent leather high heels.
Her fingers had already touched the paper, but she hesitated to pick it up.
Nan Yehe dislikes bright colors and never wears red clothes. Everyone around her knows this, so even someone like Liu Wuyao wouldn't deliberately give her a pair of red high heels to annoy her. That would be too clumsy and ineffective.
So? Someone's trying to play mind games with her? But how do you interpret that dream?
She gently picked up the fallen paper.
"Click—" The sound of the door lock slowly turning came from behind her.
Nan Yehe stood up.
The moment the door opened, she turned her head sharply.
"General Manager?" Hao Yuan looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Nan Yehe coughed lightly to cover up her slight embarrassment.
"Why is it so messy? It was fine when I left yesterday." She pointed to the desk, indicating to Hao Yuan.
Hao Yuan said in surprise, "How could that be? General Manager, you locked the desk and cabinet when you left. I only came in to get what I was supposed to give you today." She waved the clipboard in her hand and said, "I locked the door after I took it. No one else has the key to open the office."
Nan Yehe raised an eyebrow, walked to the table, picked up a piece of paper, and glanced at it casually.
She was terrified when she saw it; it scared her half to death.
The contents of the document were the same, and the important documents weren't there either. However, a perfectly good piece of paper was now covered with drawings in red colored pencil...
Heart.
"My goodness, General Manager, you're about to have a stroke of good luck with women!" Hao Yuan, whose IQ and EQ are often offline, exclaimed.
Nan Yehe looked utterly dejected.
"Pack up first, I'll come in later." Nan Yehe sighed, walked past Hao Yuan, and headed for the door.
"How do you know you're not dreaming?" Hao Yuan's voice suddenly rang out behind her.
Nan Yehe was startled, but then turned around with terrifying calm, looked at Hao Yuan's face, and pinched it hard.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
A piercing scream came from the general manager's office. The employees glanced in that direction with sympathy, then felt relieved that they weren't Nan Yehe's secretary.
Those who aren't subordinates of the general manager aren't much better off!
The employees' hearts were bleeding.
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