"No," Wen Qiao answered honestly, and then asked again, "So, what were you just filming?"
"I was just recording the historic mont of you heroically repelling the rapist," said Jiang Yao, unable to avoid the question. However, she only answered half of it.
The other half...
After Fu Jinghen arrived in Lin City, he first went to the hospital to visit the injured worker and left a sum of compensation money for his family.
This compensation was not included in the company’s expenses nor their insurance; it was a personal compensation from Fu Jinghen.
Fortunately, the floor from which he fell wasn’t too high; he only broke a leg and suffered a moderate concussion, nothing life-threatening.
On the way to the branch office, Feng Li received a video sent by Jiang Yao, the agent of their Boss Lady.
[Jiang Yao: Video.]
[Jiang Yao: Quickly show it to President Fu, see how loyal our Qiaoqiao is to him. She is indifferent to flirting from a handso man, her heart beats only for President Fu.]
When Feng Li opened the video, unexpectedly, because he had turned the volu up to the maximum while listening to music during his shower the previous night, the video loaded and Wen Qiao’s forceful voice filled the entire car—
"My surna is your dad."
Feng Li: "..."
He hurriedly covered his phone, pressing the volu button hard to turn it down to the lowest setting.
Turning his head, he t Fu Jinghen’s inquiring eyes.
"Whose ssage is that?"
"No! Not from the Boss Lady’s!" Feng Li imdiately denied.
"..."
Fu Jinghen stretched out his hand: "Give it here."
Feng Li obediently handed over his phone, and while stretching his neck to look, a chill ran down his spine and he shrank back silently.
Not watching it then, after all, the phone was his, and he could watch it later however he wanted.
After a while, Fu Jinghen returned the phone to him.
Feng Li took it, unlocked it, and found that the chat with Jiang Yao had been exited to the main interface of WeChat.
And he, from top to bottom, searched carefully several tis, yet couldn’t find Jiang Yao’s na in his ssage list.
?
Did President Fu delete Jiang Yao’s chat box?
He hadn’t watched that video yet!
It was sent to him by Jiang Yao!
For him!
He was the one who had the right to decide whether or not to show it to President Fu!
Then, he heard the sa voice that had just co from his phone near him.
He looked down again at his ssage list, where the conversation with President Fu still stood as of this morning.
But he was now absolutely certain that President Fu had taken his phone, forwarded the video that Jiang Yao had sent to him, to himself, and even deleted the video content from his phone.
!
Can a human really do such a thing?!
He looked mournfully at Fu Jinghen, but the latter seed as if he hadn’t received his glance at all and again extended his hand: "Earphones."
Feng Li instinctively took out his own earphones and handed them over.
Then, he saw Fu Jinghen thodically untangling the tangled earphones, putting them in his ears, opening the video, and leisurely watching it.
!!
Can a human really do such a thing?!
Ah!
Feng Li again contemplated resigning.
He felt he had no personal rights at all, not even over the chat history in his own phone.
What was the point of living then.
None.
Unless he could restore the chat history.
anwhile, Fu Jinghen and Feng Li were like completely different scenery.
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