harleyscars Chapter 561 This is not enjoyment, it's torture!
Chapter 561 This is not enjoyment, it's torture!
Taking advantage of the opening, Lin Feng peeked out from between the leaves, hooked his fingers on the zipper on the side of the suitcase, and silently pulled it all the way down.
He then curled up and shrank his neck, his whole body like a crumpled piece of clothing, and slid into the open suitcase.
Then, turning around, he slowly pulled the zipper closed from the inside, completely concealing it inside the box.
Aying put away her lipstick and small mirror, slowly tucking them back into her pocket. Then she bent down, picked up the handle of her suitcase, and tested its weight.
I dipped my wrist slightly, but quickly regained my balance.
Ah Ying's expression remained normal. She straightened up and was just about to take a step when she suddenly slapped her forehead and let out a soft "Oops."
"Oh no, I forgot to bring the list of obsolete documents..."
She muttered to herself, then decisively turned around and dragged her suitcase back the way she came.
Back at the door of office 312, Aying glanced left and right, quickly pushed the door open, slipped inside, and closed the door behind her.
"Quickly!" she whispered.
Lin Feng quietly emerged from the suitcase.
Without stopping, he quickly walked back to his workstation, swiftly ripped off the bandages covering his head, took off his uniform, crumpled it up and threw it into his personal space, and then quickly changed back into his original clothes.
In just two minutes, he had already settled back into his chair, casually picked up a folder from the table and opened it, looking relaxed and natural, as if he had been obediently staying in the office the whole time.
Ah Ying then took out a stack of old newspapers and several bundles of obsolete files from the cabinet and stuffed them all into her suitcase, filling it to the brim.
Ah Ying dragged her suitcase out the door again.
This time she didn't stop. She walked through the corridor, down the stairs, and straight to the row of trash cans in the backyard.
He deftly unzipped the zipper and dumped the old newspapers, scraps of paper, and shredded paper into the trash can.
She then calmly dusted off her hands, took out her thermos, unscrewed it, took a sip, and then strolled back to the office building along the way she had come.
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About half an hour later, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, mixed with hushed conversations.
Shortly after, there was a knock on the office door.
Xiao Ren got up and opened the door. Two figures were standing outside.
A burly man in a gray uniform with a full beard had a name tag that read "Logistics Department - Zhao Kui" on it.
The other was tall and thin, with half of his face wrapped in gauze, revealing only one eye, and his gaze was gloomy.
As soon as Zhao Kui entered, his gaze fell on Su Wan, and he gave a slight bow: "Section Chief Su, I apologize for disturbing you."
Su Wan nodded slowly in response.
Zhao Kui then turned to the others in the office, his gaze lingering on each person's face for a couple of seconds: "Bai Chan came to your office today?"
Old Zhou took a sip of tea, his expression casual: "I've been here before, what's up?"
"He's gone missing!" Zhao Kui frowned. "The surveillance footage shows that he was last seen in your office, and later he even went into the restroom with you."
Old Zhou nodded upon hearing this: "Hey, it's no big deal. I went in, had a smoke, and came out. He stayed in there and squatted on the toilet."
"As for when he came out and where he went afterward, how could I possibly keep track of him every single moment?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he added, feigning sarcasm:
"Maybe Old Bai sneaked out to catch up with some old acquaintances. He's always been free-spirited and undisciplined, you all know that."
The thin, eerie figure behind Zhao Kui took a step forward, its single eye fixed on Old Zhou:
"He stayed in your office for over ten minutes just to take a dump?"
Old Zhou chuckled, "Taking advantage of our Section Chief Su's absence, he came in to slack off."
"Don't you guys know what kind of person Bai Chan usually is? Last month he even sneaked into the finance department to take advantage of the air conditioning and slept all afternoon."
Zhao Kui was speechless for a moment.
His long, thin, and cunning gaze passed over Lao Zhou and landed on Lin Feng at his workstation.
Lin Feng was engrossed in flipping through folders, his posture relaxed. He occasionally picked up his water glass and took a sip. His whole being seemed to scream "harmless human corporate slave".
The lanky, eerie man stared at him for a few seconds before looking away.
Zhao Kui sighed: "Alright, if you hear any news about him, please let me know."
"Don't worry, he's a big swindler, he won't get away with it." After saying that, Old Zhou slowly picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Zhao Kui didn't say anything more, and turned to leave with the lanky, strange-looking man.
Only when the footsteps in the corridor completely disappeared and faded into the distance did the tense atmosphere in office 312 suddenly relax.
Everyone exhaled softly in unison.
Su Wan glanced around, a rare warmth appearing in her eyes:
"Everyone performed exceptionally well this time, and their unity was unexpected."
She paused, her gaze falling on Lin Feng, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Okay, to ease everyone's tension, Lin Feng, make everyone a coconut latte."
Lin Feng nodded in agreement: "No problem."
He turned around and took out the equipment from his personal storage space. He skillfully ground, extracted, and blended the coffee, and the rich aroma of coconut mixed with the bitter smell of coffee quickly filled the office.
In less than ten minutes, seven coconut lattes were neatly arranged on the table.
A-Que was the first to pounce, picked up a cup, took a small sip, and her eyes widened instantly: "Mmm—! Delicious!!!"
Old Zhou also picked it up and took a sip, smacked his lips, and squinted his eyes as he sighed, "Tsk, it's even more fragrant than the ones that cost over thirty yuan a cup outside."
Xiao Ren carefully picked up his cup, took a small sip, and froze on the spot as if struck by something.
The next second, his eyes suddenly reddened, and tears rolled down his cheeks without warning.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Ah Ying was startled. "Just because it doesn't taste good doesn't mean you have to cry, right?"
Xiao Ren sniffled, her voice choked with sobs:
"No, it's not that it doesn't taste good... it's that it's too delicious..."
He wiped his face, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at the coffee in his cup.
"I... I just found out today that the instant coffee I've been drinking for the past three years has been junk..."
Old Zhou leaned back in his chair, legs crossed: "I told you even a dog wouldn't drink it, but you wouldn't believe me!"
Xiao Ren suddenly stood up abruptly and bowed solemnly to Lin Feng, his waist bending almost in half.
"Brother Feng! Please teach me how to make this! From now on, my life is yours!"
Lin Feng was somewhat at a loss for words at his display, and scratched the back of his head:
"Well... you need coffee beans, coconut milk, and a special machine. Even if you learn how to make it, you'll probably be like a skilled cook without ingredients."
After hearing this, Xiao Ren froze for two seconds, then plopped back down in her chair and burst into tears.
"Then you're not letting me enjoy myself, you're torturing me!"
"If I only get to eat something this delicious once, nothing will taste good for the rest of my life. I don't want to live anymore!"
Old Zhou was amused by his howling and burst out laughing, slapping the table.
"Hahaha! How about this, Lin Feng, why don't you just open a coffee shop in this supernatural world!"
"Even if I have to travel through mountains and rivers, I absolutely must have a drink every month!"