There are many types of people who die suddenly.

Because I usually think that I am healthy is a victim, which is too biased.

"Mr. Song, we need to investigate what you are talking about. If the facts are indeed as you said, then we will take action, but if you deceive me, the contract will backfire and you will suffer a series of unpredictable and terrible events."

Ye Xian said this, his voice suddenly lowered. The incense burner on the desk behind her emitted a faint smoke. The room was a little dark, and the sunlight outside shone through the edges of the flower window. The light and shadow formed two bright and dark parts on Ye Xian's face, making her look gloomy and uncertain, which deepened the mystery of these words.

Song Wen didn't think so much about it. After all, he was a university graduate. Although St. John's University has a strong religious background, it is the first school in the country to teach English. In the Guangxu period, he taught in English. This teaching method allowed St. John's students to get more exposure to Western science and technology and culture earlier. Although Song Wen graduated from literature, he majored in British literature and wrote in Chinese. He was full of longing for Western countries such as Britain and the United States. Like those self-proclaimed foreign students, he regarded the traditional Chinese folk sayings of ghosts and gods as nonsense.

It was this contract, and he just wanted to vent his mind.

He was also considering whether this woman would be a liar, so when signing, he deliberately did not use his handwriting but turned into a very regular Song style. Even when pressing the handprints, he just printed it lightly. Even if someone exposed it in the future, as long as the contract was written later, the handprints were pressed randomly after drinking too much.

Who would take such a contract seriously?

Song Wen glanced at the signing contract. The woman said that the price of Mr. Song Wen's revenge was six souls. Song Wen and his wife, as well as their four children, were also seriously asked about the name and age of each child in the Song family. Song Wen answered one by one, but he didn't agree.

"Okay, according to our signing procedures, I have informed all the precautions. If there is any inappropriate matter in the future, everything will be borne by you."

Song Wen stood up and said, "So, when will I wait?"

"When we investigate it clearly, it will take about a week."

The woman poses as a gift.

Song Wen walked to the front of the antique shop and saw the pretty young man looking at him with a smile.

Song Wen felt guilty and hesitated and asked: "Why are you... laughing at?"

Zhao Nan deliberately looked at him carefully and said mysteriously: "Remember, you can't tell lies, otherwise it will backfire."

Song Wen originally thought this kind of thing was nonsense, but the two of them reminded themselves one after another. After hearing it several times in a while, even if they didn't take it seriously, they were also in a state of turmoil. He agreed vaguely and quickly walked out a few steps. Walking to the street, he exhaled a long breath, which was strange. Although Song Wen kept telling him what contract was purely pretending to be a ghost, he still felt heavy in his heart, and he was much more comfortable when he came out to breathe.

What if he doesn't matter, it would be great if Lin Haiyang could be really beaten. What soul is it?

Thinking of this, he felt relaxed. He hummed a tune and returned to the newspaper. The anniversary celebration was over. When he entered the door, he happened to see Lin Haiyang walking towards him. The latter was proud and had a windbreaker in his hand. It seemed that he was going out. Song Wen couldn't escape and could only walk forward with his teeth.

"Old Song, what have you done?"

When Lin Haiyang saw Song Wen, he frowned and his tone was not kind.

"I remembered that there was a news to be done, so I went out for an interview." Song Wen's answer was vague.

"What news is more important than an anniversary celebration? The errands are for the newcomers to do, Lao Song, you are an old senior, the old man from the newspaper, you want to set an example for the newcomers. If you sneak out, it will be difficult for me to do it if you are talking about it behind the scenes."

Lin Haiyang looked angry and said to himself: No, what kind of anniversary celebration is not that important, it is just a stage where you are good at dancing. You have to force me to see you proudly? But he just showed a humble smile and nodded repeatedly to say yes.

Seeing that Song Wen was not satisfied with anything, Lin Haiyang waved his hand and walked out the door without saying anything.

Song Wen bent over and saw his back moving away. Then he spat on the ground and cursed in a very small voice: "What's so arrogant about the fox and the tiger's power! He is not a soft-hearted person."

He and Lin Haiyang have already gone further and further away. Not only will there be no intersection, but even parallelism is impossible.

"Oh, Editor Song, what are you doing here? Why did you disappear after a meeting? Your back is hunched?" A woman's sharp voice came, and Song Wen sighed in his heart. He felt that he was so unlucky today, why did he meet Miss Fan again?

This Ms. Fan is also a college graduate. She wears thick black-rimmed glasses, her ear-shaped hair, her mouth slightly bulging, and she is thin. She looks a bit like a monkey from the side. This Ms. Fan is one of Lin Haiyang's suitors, and of course she is just a one-sided pursuit. Lin Haiyang is no different from other reporters.

Miss Fan is a new woman who advocates free and unrestrained love. She is already known to everyone in the newspaper. However, she is usually squinted and squeaked. Song Wen has always kept her away from her and she can hide as far as she can. Unexpectedly, this woman looked at her humble appearance.

Song Wen glared at her, turned around and left, but Miss Fan did not let him go, shouting, "Oh, I'm afraid I feel uncomfortable looking at her, so I deliberately hid it out?"

Song Wen turned around suddenly and stared at Miss Fan: "Even if I deliberately hide out and wrinkle a pool of spring water, what's the matter with you? Hiding out means I'm still a little ashamed. Unlike you Miss Fan, I think I rarely look in the mirror and have no self-knowledge at all."

Miss Fan was furious: "What did you say?"

"I said that Miss Fan is ugly and her heart is even uglier. She thinks that no one knows what you think. In fact, it has been a joke in the newspapers. Everyone is just using you as a pastime."

His words were like a poison-tempered dagger, which penetrated straight into Miss Fan's heart. Miss Fan screamed strangely, and she covered her face and burst into tears.

Song Wen shrugged and hummed at night Shanghai back to the office.

Someone in the inner room heard the noise outside, and hurriedly looked out. Someone asked deliberately: "Old Song, why did you mess with Miss Fan? Oh, look, Miss Fan is crying."

Song Wen's face did not change: "This woman is coming at thirteen o'clock, how dare I provoke her? I'm afraid she is like a dog skin plaster, and she can't even get rid of it if she gets it."

The person who heard it laughed: "Old Song, you said that Miss Fan is a little self-aware. I think you need to be a little self-aware. Even if Miss Fan is a dog skin plaster, she has to post editor Lin. How could she work hard to post you Lao Song? Don't dream." It turned out that these people heard it carefully and asked him just to watch jokes.

Song Wen is a person with a harsh and cowardly appearance. He was poked into the pain point, like a deflated balloon. His pride that defeated Miss Fan just now disappeared without a trace.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. In the eyes of these people, he had no dignity, and all of them deserved to die!

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