Help, boss!

Cheng Xia's knees hurt like hell, and she kept rubbing her hands carefully, while looking at He Zhishu's face, is this dead-faced paralyzed man finally going to get off work?

He Zhishu looked at Cheng Xia's small movements with a gloomy face, a little frustrated, and scared him to injury, but the expression on the little guy's face was very rich.

"Pack up your things and take you home." Cheng Xia heard the boss say something calmly.

"I don't need the boss, I can go home by myself," he really didn't want to be with the boss anymore.

He Zhishu's face became even more ugly, "How do you go back? There are no buses now. If you take a taxi, late-night taxis should be very expensive. Are you sure?"

Cheng Xia really wants to swear, boss, so you know this, you are such a bodhisattva, why don't you drag me to work overtime here?

What a nice guy!

Of course, Cheng Xia would not say this, "Boss, don't worry, I have my own way, so I won't bother the boss."

"What? You're afraid I'll know where you live?"

That's right, I'm just afraid that you will know where I live, and I'm afraid that you will come to my house, how about it?

Cheng Xia was about to growl in her heart, but she still smiled on her face, "Of course not, I just think it's so late, the boss just..."

"Reject once, postpone for a week."

"It's so late, please ask the boss to send me back."

The original refusal changed abruptly after hearing what He Zhishu said.

Dignity is precious, and the price of freedom is higher. Forgive Cheng Xia for being so sensible, he doesn't want to postpone it any longer, otherwise, he will be pinched by dead faces for the rest of his life.

"Pack up your things and get ready to go."

The boss had already given this order, and Cheng Xia immediately went to pack her things.

However, he forgot that the computer hadn't been turned off, and even QQ hadn't been logged out yet, which happened to be seen by He Zhishu who accidentally glanced at the computer.

Accidentally fell asleep, Cheng Xia didn't know that the group of people in the group were still chatting.

Seeing the flickering icons, He Zhishu finally went over and clicked on the dialog box.

Then, under the dim light of the computer, He Zhishu had no expression on his face, but the light in his eyes became darker, like the eyes of a hunter seeing his prey.

Cheng Xia, who was putting on a coat, suddenly felt a chill on his back, did he cool down?

Although sitting in such a luxurious car, Cheng Xia didn't feel at ease in her heart. She twisted her neck all the way and looked out the window.

I was praying in my heart, the boss with facial paralysis must stop being picky.

Because He Zhishu just saw something very interesting on the computer, he didn't speak any more along the way, until he arrived at the place where Cheng Xia lived, Cheng Xia quickly grabbed He Zhishu's arm.

"Boss, I'm here."

He Zhishu looked at Cheng Xia's hand, the little guy seemed to have become more courageous, and even grabbed his arm directly, but his hand was warm and soft, very comfortable.

However, in Cheng Xia's eyes, it was He Zhishu who was staring at his hand, his face became more and more ugly, as if he was going to kill him in the next moment.

He quickly let go of his hand, "Boss, I'm here, I'll get out of the car first."

He was afraid that if he stayed in the car for a while, he would die unexpectedly.

Seeing Cheng Xia's frightened look, He Zhishu sighed helplessly. It's a pity that the hand left just like that, but the expression on his face became more and more frightening.

"Remember not to be late tomorrow."

Cheng Xia didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he got upstairs, that dead-faced paralyzed man was really uncertain, "It's not that I forced you to send me back, why are you showing me your face, dead-faced paralyzed!"

After a simple wash, Cheng Xia checked that the time was almost twelve o'clock, and the dry voice hadn't been recorded yet, "It's all because of the facial paralysis, which makes labor and management have to stay up late."

But what Cheng Xia didn't know was that the man in the car downstairs kept staring at his window and didn't leave until a long time later.

Sure enough, Cheng Xia, who stayed up until three o'clock in the morning and finally finished recording the dry voice, came to the company with dark circles under his eyes.

He looked at the time listlessly, 8:55, fortunately, he was not late, otherwise, the facial paralysis would pick his thorns again.

"Xia Xia, did you work late yesterday? You look very listless." Gu Min asked, looking at the person who was yawning as soon as he sat down in his seat.

Cheng Xia glanced at Gu Min sadly, "Minmin, do you know how nasty that dead face is? He works overtime until eleven o'clock and wants me to stay here with him, which makes me go home and stay up late until three o'clock. ,ha-"

Then he yawned again.

"It's true for you, too. Can the dry voice be postponed? Why do you hand it in today?" Gu Min looked at Cheng Xia dissatisfied.

Why did Gu Min know about Cheng Xia's dubbing?

Gu Min, with a faint smile, the leader of Cheng Xia's entry into the circle, the screenwriter of the script he is now accepting, is also one of the most popular screenwriters in the online distribution circle.

"Cheng Xia, give these to the boss!"

While the two were talking, a large pile of things was placed on Cheng Xia's table, and both of them frowned at the same time.

"These should not be my job, why should I go?" Cheng Xia said dissatisfied, but his soft voice was useless at all.