I just want to be a regular writer

The boss even used this to tease that he would enter old age early.

And now, the screen of the phone is on, emitting a dazzling white light, as if silently begging people passing by to look at it.

Sasaki Azusa stepped forward and picked up the phone, and found that the interface was stuck on an edited text message.

The recipient's line is blank. Obviously, the boss has no intention to send this newsletter.

——[The disabled cannot survive here]

It is a scribbled suicide note.

For a moment of trance, Azusa Sasaki remembered the boss holding the slightly cheap plastic black cane and said with a smile: "I don't think there is any inconvenience in life, not to mention the fact that my ears are much better than ordinary people. By the way, Azusa and Mami want to try the fruit drink I just made?" scene.

Taking a deep breath, Azusa Sasaki took off her gloves and took out the phone from her bag.

Chapter 042: 30 Hours

As the taxi's sudden brake sounded, the taxi tire left a brake mark of varying shades on the concrete floor.

Asakura jumped from the back seat of the car and rushed into the building where his mother's company was located before he could find money.

"Snapped!"

"Old lady...no, where's Asakura Harue?! Where's my mother? Let her come out!" Asakura patted the desk at the front desk, and jumped off the young woman who was entering data at the front desk.

She raised her head to look at Asakura Teru, then raised her eyebrows and said softly, "Do you have an appointment? Ms. Asakura is now receiving important guests."

Ah, I forgot.

Asakura Teru remembered that his mother, who had some problems with her brain and was not so great, was still a boss anyway—the kind of busy and successful career.

He cleared his throat a little embarrassingly and hurriedly glanced inside the company.

Everyone seems to be quite normal, so you shouldn't be in a hurry for such a one second.

So, Teru Asakura cleared his throat and grinned to the lady at the front desk, showing a bright and irresistible smile of the young man: "Pretty sister, can you help me find my mother? It's your boss, I have a super Important things!~"

When the words fell, Asakura Teru smiled brighter.

——One to say, Asakura Teru is confident about his smile.

Well, very confident.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Asakura is receiving important guests." The lady at the front desk put a smile on her face and put her hand on the telephone receiver: "Ms. Asakura has only one daughter, you..." Her gaze swept across Asakura. Hui washed the white jeans and didn't miss the pair of men's shoes that were fired to an incredible price last quarter.

Then he looked up all the way, ignoring the bright yellow assault sweater and white backpack on Asakura Teru's upper body-indeed there is a high probability that tomboys will wear this way.

but!

The lady at the front desk finally fell on the throat that became apparent after the voice change of Asakura, revealing a false, even stiff, professional smile: "Ms. Asakura has many things to deal with every day. If it is work-related content, You can contact the agent who introduced you here."

Asakura Teru can be regarded as the smile that can defeat the world's invincible hand-a fiasco!

'I'm completely regarded as a kid who wants to be popular and crazy'

'Who rares an old woman's agency?'

'Damn damn damn!'

'There is only one daughter, Bah!'

Asakura Hui took out his mobile phone from his pocket and did not hope to call his mother again-he had already made nearly ten calls in the taxi, and all of them were automatically transferred to the voice message.

It's uncomfortable.

It's a little shameless to say, but at this moment, Asakura Teru thinks-maybe wearing a small skirt, the probability of being able to break in directly will be much higher.

so!

——He, Asakura Teru's mother is insane.

'Old girl, our mother, the sir, got me miserable'

Asakura Teru complained to his long-dead sister in his heart, and put the phone in his ear.

As expected, the call was still transferred to the voice mailbox.

Asakura looked a little irritably inside the company, but his vision was strictly blocked by the partition wall at the corner, but sometimes people who hurried past with documents made him feel that everything seemed peaceful and normal for the time being. .

He stood there and hesitated for a while before sitting down on the bench beside him-maybe it didn't matter if he broke in, he was a real mother after all.But Asakura understands the meaning of work for his mother. He is unwilling to go home, and his father does not go home. He supports his mother not to completely collapse and still deceives himself to believe that his daughter is still alive and that the pillar that allows her to live a step by step life is work , Not anyone of dear ones.

Asakura Terrible thought that with his own farce that lasted for nearly ten years, coupled with a veteran screenwriter with sufficient imagination, he would be able to make a film that would wipe the tears of middle-aged women and make young people. Watching the ethical drama of Bian Ya Niang.

He looked down at the time-there were about 30 minutes left before the lunch break.

If it's an important guest...

Maybe they need to change to a more comfortable place that can take care of their stomachs.

and so...

hold on?

"Waiting" is really not what Asakura is good at. He resisted the urge to pick his nails and cast his eyes in the direction of the company conference room.

......

"boom!----"

Maybe 5 minutes have passed, maybe only 3 minutes.

In short, Asakura Teru heard the sound of heavy objects falling from the direction of the conference room.

Almost the next second, he bounced off the bench and rushed into the company and ran towards the conference room-to the fucking front desk!Go fuck appointments and important guests!!

Someone is chasing Asakura Teru, Xu is the lady at the front desk with an unpleasant smile on his face, or perhaps the company's security guard. The company is so big that it can't play cat-and-mouse games.

People who were disturbed by the loud noise turned their heads to look in the direction of the conference room, but did not move.

——Asakura is very confident in his own imagination. Combined with what he saw outside in the morning, I am afraid that people in the company don’t care about what problems the boss will have. They care more about their jobs and talk to each other like mosquitoes. Surrounding sound.

"Old woman!"

Asakura kicked open the door of the meeting room and looked inward.

Near National University/PM03:23

Azusa Sasaki waited left and right, finally waiting for the police before her patience approached the threshold.