supermarket.
Even in simple clothes, Mu Wenxi's beautiful figure was still undeniable. She picked and chose, ignoring the stares of others, and bought groceries. She then asked Xiao A to provide the recipes so she could cook a healthy dinner for herself.
"Tap tap tap," the sound of high heels came from afar and stopped not far away.
"Click".
The door to Song Xici's house next door opened again, as if it had been timed perfectly, and we always managed to bump into each other at the same time.
He came out carrying a black bag of trash, just like yesterday. Today, his hair was limp and hanging on his head. He was wearing a light-colored hoodie, and his eyes looked a little dazed, making him appear very well-behaved.
Mu Wenxi raised an eyebrow and took the initiative to greet him: "Hello, neighbor."
Upon hearing Mu Wenxi's voice, Song Xici paused, nodded, and softly said, "Hello, Miss Mu."
Without looking at the other person's expression, she unconsciously quickened her pace to leave.
After throwing out the trash and returning to his room, he leaned against the door and took several deep breaths. His lips moved slightly, and only he could feel his heart pounding violently.
Inside the room, on a bookshelf not far away, there was a photo frame with some scratches, and the person in it seemed somewhat familiar.
company.
Mu Wenxi took a picture of the messy workstation with her phone, just like every morning.
At 9:15, Mu Wenxi was summoned to the director's office. While listening to the other party's sarcasm, Mu Wenxi calmly recorded the other party's verbal abuse.
At lunchtime, while listening to her colleagues' sarcastic remarks and scrolling through videos on her phone, Mu Wenxi secretly pressed the record button.
In the afternoon, I took screenshots of my chat history with colleagues on a messaging app.
Before leaving get off work, I recorded the last-minute tasks assigned by my supervisor and the meetings that were considered overtime work after get off work.
Mu Wenxi gradually collected evidence of all the bullying her boss had done to her, such as evidence of colluding with the original male lead to frame the original body and stealing the original body's promotion opportunity.
That day, when the director made things difficult for her again, Mu Wenxi bravely stood up and resisted, ignoring the director's astonished look.
Mu Wenxi felt it was time for him to leave, so he handed over all the evidence he had collected to the labor union and applied for labor arbitration.
Before leaving, Anhe, like a persistent leech, personally brought up the evidence again.
In the underground parking garage, in front of the car, Anhe walked to Mu Wenxi's car, looking very aggrieved, and knocked on the car window.
She rolled down the car window: "Is there something you need?"
Anhe: "I'm sorry, Xixi, please forgive me. I didn't expect her to do this. I... I just wanted a promotion, but I didn't expect her to switch your promotion opportunity with mine."
Mu Wenxi was getting impatient: "What a hypocrite! Don't you know my situation at the company? You're not innocent at all. What else do you have to say?"
Anhe: "No, they did it, it has nothing to do with me."
Mu Wenxi looked at this person and really wanted to just run him over. He raised his phone and said, "Thank you for the evidence. I've recorded it." Then he rolled up the car window.
Anhe, standing behind him, was pale and seemed to have suffered a blow.
Mu Wenxi returned home with an icy expression, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.
When Song Xici went out to throw out the trash and was about to go home, he saw Mu Wenxi walking into the elevator in high heels. He was about to reach out to greet her when he saw her turn around with a hint of anger on her face.
Did something happen?
He quickened his pace, but the elevator doors had already closed, and the numbers on the ceiling were changing one floor at a time.
He pursed his lips, pressed the elevator button again, and looked somewhat aggrieved, like a puppy that had been abandoned.
Stepping out of the elevator and passing by the other person's door, Song Xici squatted down and straightened the crooked doormat.
In the evening, after he finished dinner, he went to the balcony and looked at the balcony of the house next door.
It was pitch black, which made me a little worried.
In reality, Mu Wenxi had her feet on the coffee table in the living room, holding her phone and clicking away furiously.
"Ahhhh, there's someone here, someone here, I'll lie low for a bit."
"I heard footsteps. Come here, or I'll beat you to death."
"Oh no, we're out of bullets. I'll beat you to death with this frying pan."
"I'll beat you to death, ...
After finishing a game of PUBG in the living room, Mu Wenxi felt refreshed.
"Ding-dong ding-dong".
"Hello, takeout."
Mu Wenxi, holding her phone, ran barefoot to the door: "Thank you."
The delivery guy at the door seemed a little embarrassed: "No, you're welcome, goodbye."
"Let me finish eating before we fight another five hundred rounds."
A voice came from the other side: "Why are you in such a good mood today? You've killed everyone."
Mu Wenxi stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth: "I resigned."
The other side: "Your company that bullies people in the workplace? We would have made you quit long ago."
Mu Wenxi: "Isn't that just collecting evidence? Bullying others, huh, you'll see what I'm capable of."
The other side: "Okay, you're awesome. Come out and hang out sometime."
"Mmm, let's play one more round."
The intense gunfire continued late into the night.
I woke up to find it was almost noon. I scratched my messy hair, tidied myself up a bit, and decided to go out to buy lunch in my slippers.
They happened to run into Song Xici, who was returning from next door.
The two looked at each other. Looking at the handsome young man's clean-cut face, Mu Wenxi dug his toes into the ground and tugged at his oversized hoodie. He should have dressed better before going out.
But today is a workday, does that mean the other person doesn't need to go to work either?
When Song Xici saw her dressed like a student, he was momentarily stunned.
Thinking of something and somewhat puzzled, he took the initiative to ask, "Miss Mu, don't you have to go to work today?"
Mu Wenxi shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I don't need to go to work anymore, I quit. What about you? Don't you need to go to work either?"
Song Xici looked enlightened, but he didn't expect the other person to ask him, "I—I work from home."
Mu Wenxi looked on with envy: "Wow, working from home is great, being a freelancer. Did you come back after dinner?"
Song Xici shook his head: "I'm going home to cook."
Mu Wenxi waved to him and walked sluggishly towards the elevator: "You're so healthy. I'm going out to eat now."
A distant "hmm" came from afar. Song Xici withdrew his gaze from her retreating figure, skipped home, and smiled, overjoyed.
In the afternoon, Mu Wenxi stayed at home browsing job postings on her computer, intending to look for a new job.
I would stretch and go to the balcony for some fresh air every now and then, and I would occasionally turn my head and see Song Xici reading a book on the balcony next door.
Tsk, this face is truly devastating, no, wrong word, it's truly a face as handsome as jade.
Feeling the gaze, Song Xici dared not look up, pretending not to notice, until the gaze disappeared, and then a hint of disappointment appeared.
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