When Shang Hao returned home, Lin Anran was searching on the computer for "How to apply for a credit card without letting me know", and a lot of mixed information came out.
Because there is no order information, if the extra big guy at home needs to return the goods, Lin Anran has to call the official service phone.
Because of this daunting threshold for the society, Lin Anran had no choice but to quietly suffer from this boring loss.
The web search was fruitless, Lin Anran thought about it again, and changed his search direction cleverly.
He searched the local list of untrustworthy persons to be executed, and nervously confronted the past one by one in the long list to see if there was "Lin Anran".
It doesn't seem to be. He might come back to search after a while. Lin Anran thought.
Lin Anran drew another stick figure this afternoon, the Dementia Villain series.
The round-headed villain suddenly became much bigger with naked eyes, and there was a tortoise shell as high as him in his hand. The little man held the tortoise shell as a shield and stood in front of Shang Hao.
The tortoise is an autistic and powerful animal.
In order to prevent Shang Hao from changing his paintings without authorization, Lin Anran added this person in this painting. This time he painted the whole body.
But the Hao Hao in the painting is far away from dementia. Because of the principle of being close to big and small, this person seems to be only one-third as big as he is.
Because I stand far away, the painting style is relatively rough, and only an iconic suit is still clear.
Yes, it's not that he has grown bigger, he is far away from Shang Hao.
The story told in this painting today is that Hao Hao clearly spent a lot of money. Ran Ran didn't want to see him for the time being, but had to protect him.
The round-headed figure in the painting firmly supports the tortoise shell to block in front of Hao Hao, and the peasy eyes once again become linear eyes, with firm eyes, looking forward.
Lin Anran has his own idea, this time the dementia is so far away from him, let's see how he can change it now. No matter how you change it, you can't touch yourself anymore.
He put the painting away and pressed it under his other things.
As a result, he just went in and took a shower, and the painting was changed again.
Dementia is already very difficult. It is necessary to protect Shang Hao as well as protect himself. The unscrupulous person also put a loop of rope around its neck. The long rope stretched on the paper, and the last rope was placed in the fuzzy Haohao hand in the distance.
Lin Anran:...
He didn't say that he was embarrassed, but he was really annoying.
Now that Lin Anran thinks about it, she still feels that her husband on the pillow is good, vibration massage, save trouble and worry. Will not change his paintings randomly.
Lin Anran put down the painting, although he had tried his best to ignore it, he still wanted to break into the shadow of the big treadmill from time to time in his aftermath.
It's such a big guy. He checked it this afternoon. A treadmill costs 200,000 yuan.
... what family.
Lin Anran: qaq.
The clay figurine still has three points of anger. He is going to be angry.
If it were Shang Hao's words, Lin Anran could still swallow his anger, and it would pass after a while, but now the person there is probably himself, I am angry with myself, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Yes, teach him, let him know who is the real Lin Anran.
Shang Hao was wiping his hair in the bathroom in front of the mirror. A small shadow came in silently behind the mirror and walked straight to him.
Shang Hao turned his head to look at him.
In fact, Lin Anran's courage began to disintegrate from the first moment he entered the bathroom, and his heart was gradually perplexed. Everyone is Lin Anran, but they are obviously taller and stronger than him, and standing in front of him is a bit shorter than others.
Moreover, the eyes he swept over were dark and deep, and those who had been in a high position for a long time made people feel like being scrutinized first without saying anything. Lin Anran was short again.
But his fist is not vegetarian. Before entering the bathroom, Lin Anran had already squeezed his fist. At this moment, he insisted on raising it and punched Shang Hao.
The person who was beaten on the arm didn't even retreat respectfully. The person stood still like a mountain, still looking at him with his head down.
Lin Anran felt that the damage from that punch had returned to him in essence.
The atmosphere gradually began to freeze. Lin Anran's blood bar of courage is just so little, now it has bottomed out, and she is gradually afraid to meet Shang Hao's eyes at this time.
Shang Hao moved. He stretched his arm in front of Lin Anran, and said with interest, "Take another shot?"
To Lin Anran, it sounded like a tall and distinctly saying to herself: "Do you have something to fight again?"
The blood bar of courage was chopped off by this sentence. Lin Anran's breath was exhausted, but he still used all his courage in the end and used a big move.
Lin Anran: "Huh."
He turned away in Shang Hao's sight.
Shang Hao was already holding back a laugh.
He guessed that he should be upset by changing Lin Anran's paintings all the time. But he was quite happy that Lin Anran was willing to hit him. This is a good thing, he likes Ranran and is willing to be angry at him.
Although in his eyes, this person just walked in suddenly, then raised a small fist and punched him.
It's so cute that you want to press him against the wall and kiss him.
But given that he had just injured his mouth, Shang Hao failed in the end that day.
...
Lin Anran on the second day was not the same as usual. He also woke up early and did things the same way, but he didn't take out the yoga mat and he stopped practicing yoga.
"Are you not exercising?" Shang Hao asked.
Lin Anran said: "Tomorrow."
I don't know why, Shang Hao just feels that he seems to be different today, but he can't tell.
"I'm leaving," Shang Hao, who was about to go to work, stood at the door and said to Lin Anran, who was sitting at his desk, "I love you too, goodbye."
Lin Anran: "Goodbye."
Shang Hao's feeling is right. Lin Anran did not exercise because he has important things to do today.
He is going out.
Just going out can consume most of his energy for a day. Therefore, Lin Anran had to postpone the daily yoga schedule for one day to recharge his energy for the following activities.
Because he decided to protect Shang Hao and himself, Lin Anran felt liberated, but also shouldered greater responsibilities.
Although he was 80% sure that Shang Hao was Lin Fenran, there were still 20% variables.
On the one hand, he needs to use his tortoise shell to protect him more closely in front of other people; on the other hand, he has to act on his own.
Lin Anran did his homework before. It is difficult for ordinary people to have normal contact with Shang Hao himself. The Tianneng Group's building is so high that it seems to be an insurmountable class on every floor built above him.
The last time he was a weird man, he visited Tianneng's headquarters and was placed perfunctorily on the sofa in the reception room. He sat silently all afternoon, and finally came back dingy.
There are also abnormal ways, such as parking lots, the gates of the group, and other things. Lin Anran doesn't understand deeply, but he doesn't think it is very feasible.
With his very limited source of information (whiteness), Shang Hao's recent schedule could not be found. Not every time, like the press conference, he knew his itinerary in advance.
Today, Lin Anran decided to go to Tianneng's building again.
It was not an easy decision for him. He has his own idea.
Lin Anran and the last time he took the initiative to go out had prepared the hats, masks, and long-sleeved trousers in advance, and planned the time.
Two and a half hours have passed since Shang Hao went out, which is a good time to go out. Lin Anran avoided the peak period when everyone went to work and was armed and ready to leave his cave.
He checked his schoolbag, made sure that the most important thing in it was brought, and checked his corresponding equipment.
Lin Anran finally left. The destination is the Tianneng Group building where Shang Hao is located.
This nearly an hour's journey is not without hardship for him. But fortunately, I came here once before, and Lin Anran recognized the route again.
Stepping into the lobby on the first floor of this magnificent building, people without employee IDs will be blocked by rows of neat and cold-blooded swipe gates in the outer circle, and they cannot go inside.
Behind the turnstile are ten large elevators in an orderly manner, all of which can be used only after swiping in.
It is not the first time that Lin Anran is here again, he is now Niu Hulu Anran.
He had a clear goal. After entering the gate, he lowered his head and did not look at the front desk lady, and walked straight to the southeast, with steady steps and firmness in his eyes.
The lady at the front desk curiously looked at the heavily armed man, and went all the way into the hall to the group's opinion collection box.
He took out a letter prepared long ago from his bag, raised his hands, and solemnly delivered it into the suggestion box.
At this point, Lin Anran's task today has been completed. It was Lin Anran who worked overtime yesterday and came out, "A Letter to Mr. Shang Hao."
He thought that this mailbox was approximately equal to the mailbox downstairs in his house, and Shang Hao himself probably wouldn't ignore the letters in the mailbox.
Of course, he also delivered the suggestion box on the Internet, and he also came here, two-pronged, hoping that the repeated letters will not disturb Mr. Shang Hao.
Just after he finished the letter, there was a sudden movement from the elevator. There was a bustling group of people coming down the elevator, all of them in formal attire with badges.
Lin Anran even discovered that even the ladies at the front desk had stood up in the direction over there.
He should have thought of something in his heart, standing under the suggestion box a little at a loss, but his gaze also looked right there.
Lin Anran heard her own heartbeat in her ears, as if beating a drum. He tried to raise his gaze, trying to identify the people surrounded by the middle of the crowd.
The employees who were waiting for the elevator also nodded their greetings. After exiting the elevator, the group of people dispersed, and those who were surrounded gradually walked to the front.
It's a completely strange face.
Not Shang Hao.
Lin Anran exhaled. Watching the group of people pass by him mightily and walk out the door.
He didn't know whether he was fortunate or regretful in his heart. Lin Anran looked back and glanced at the suggestion box hung on the wall.
This is what he came up with, and ordinary people like him can also contact Shang Hao's formal channels.
I don't know if it works, try it anyway. Because there was nothing to say to the real Shang Hao, he racked his brains and flipped through the previous news, and finally found a weak common topic between him and Shang Hao.
The school that Shang Hao donated before was the middle school that Lin Anran had transferred to. Although more than a month has passed since the incident, Lin Anran still wrote a eloquent one-thousand-word thank-you letter to Chairman Shang Hao about the incident, and put it into their company's suggestion box.
I hope to receive a reply from Mr. Shang Hao soon.
Sincerely, salute.
When Shang Hao returned home, Lin Anran was searching on the computer for "How to apply for a credit card without letting me know", and a lot of mixed information came out.
Because there is no order information, if the extra big guy at home needs to return the goods, Lin Anran has to call the official service phone.
Because of this daunting threshold for the society, Lin Anran had no choice but to quietly suffer from this boring loss.
The web search was fruitless, Lin Anran thought about it again, and changed his search direction cleverly.
He searched the local list of untrustworthy persons to be executed, and nervously confronted the past one by one in the long list to see if there was "Lin Anran".
It doesn't seem to be. He might come back to search after a while. Lin Anran thought.
Lin Anran drew another stick figure this afternoon, the Dementia Villain series.
The round-headed villain suddenly became much bigger with naked eyes, and there was a tortoise shell as high as him in his hand. The little man held the tortoise shell as a shield and stood in front of Shang Hao.
The tortoise is an autistic and powerful animal.
In order to prevent Shang Hao from changing his paintings without authorization, Lin Anran added this person in this painting. This time he painted the whole body.
But the Hao Hao in the painting is far away from dementia. Because of the principle of being close to big and small, this person seems to be only one-third as big as he is.
Because I stand far away, the painting style is relatively rough, and only an iconic suit is still clear.
Yes, it's not that he has grown bigger, he is far away from Shang Hao.
The story told in this painting today is that Hao Hao clearly spent a lot of money. Ran Ran didn't want to see him for the time being, but had to protect him.
The round-headed figure in the painting firmly supports the tortoise shell to block in front of Hao Hao, and the peasy eyes once again become linear eyes, with firm eyes, looking forward.
Lin Anran has his own idea, this time the dementia is so far away from him, let's see how he can change it now. No matter how you change it, you can't touch yourself anymore.
He put the painting away and pressed it under his other things.
As a result, he just went in and took a shower, and the painting was changed again.
Dementia is already very difficult. It is necessary to protect Shang Hao as well as protect himself. The unscrupulous person also put a loop of rope around its neck. The long rope stretched on the paper, and the last rope was placed in the fuzzy Haohao hand in the distance.
Lin Anran:...
He didn't say that he was embarrassed, but he was really annoying.
Now that Lin Anran thinks about it, she still feels that her husband on the pillow is good, vibration massage, save trouble and worry. Will not change his paintings randomly.
Lin Anran put down the painting, although he had tried his best to ignore it, he still wanted to break into the shadow of the big treadmill from time to time in his aftermath.
It's such a big guy. He checked it this afternoon. A treadmill costs 200,000 yuan.
... what family.
Lin Anran: qaq.
The clay figurine still has three points of anger. He is going to be angry.
If it were Shang Hao's words, Lin Anran could still swallow his anger, and it would pass after a while, but now the person there is probably himself, I am angry with myself, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Yes, teach him, let him know who is the real Lin Anran.
Shang Hao was wiping his hair in the bathroom in front of the mirror. A small shadow came in silently behind the mirror and walked straight to him.
Shang Hao turned his head to look at him.
In fact, Lin Anran's courage began to disintegrate from the first moment he entered the bathroom, and his heart was gradually perplexed. Everyone is Lin Anran, but they are obviously taller and stronger than him, and standing in front of him is a bit shorter than others.
Moreover, the eyes he swept over were dark and deep, and those who had been in a high position for a long time made people feel like being scrutinized first without saying anything. Lin Anran was short again.
But his fist is not vegetarian. Before entering the bathroom, Lin Anran had already squeezed his fist. At this moment, he insisted on raising it and punched Shang Hao.
The person who was beaten on the arm didn't even retreat respectfully. The person stood still like a mountain, still looking at him with his head down.
Lin Anran felt that the damage from that punch had returned to him in essence.
The atmosphere gradually began to freeze. Lin Anran's blood bar of courage is just so little, now it has bottomed out, and she is gradually afraid to meet Shang Hao's eyes at this time.
Shang Hao moved. He stretched his arm in front of Lin Anran, and said with interest, "Take another shot?"
To Lin Anran, it sounded like a tall and distinctly saying to herself: "Do you have something to fight again?"
The blood bar of courage was chopped off by this sentence. Lin Anran's breath was exhausted, but he still used all his courage in the end and used a big move.
Lin Anran: "Huh."
He turned away in Shang Hao's sight.
Shang Hao was already holding back a laugh.
He guessed that he should be upset by changing Lin Anran's paintings all the time. But he was quite happy that Lin Anran was willing to hit him. This is a good thing, he likes Ranran and is willing to be angry at him.
Although in his eyes, this person just walked in suddenly, then raised a small fist and punched him.
It's so cute that you want to press him against the wall and kiss him.
But given that he had just injured his mouth, Shang Hao failed in the end that day.
...
Lin Anran on the second day was not the same as usual. He also woke up early and did things the same way, but he didn't take out the yoga mat and he stopped practicing yoga.
"Are you not exercising?" Shang Hao asked.
Lin Anran said: "Tomorrow."
I don't know why, Shang Hao just feels that he seems to be different today, but he can't tell.
"I'm leaving," Shang Hao, who was about to go to work, stood at the door and said to Lin Anran, who was sitting at his desk, "I love you too, goodbye."
Lin Anran: "Goodbye."
Shang Hao's feeling is right. Lin Anran did not exercise because he has important things to do today.
He is going out.
Just going out can consume most of his energy for a day. Therefore, Lin Anran had to postpone the daily yoga schedule for one day to recharge his energy for the following activities.
Because he decided to protect Shang Hao and himself, Lin Anran felt liberated, but also shouldered greater responsibilities.
Although he was 80% sure that Shang Hao was Lin Fenran, there were still 20% variables.
On the one hand, he needs to use his tortoise shell to protect him more closely in front of other people; on the other hand, he has to act on his own.
Lin Anran did his homework before. It is difficult for ordinary people to have normal contact with Shang Hao himself. The Tianneng Group's building is so high that it seems to be an insurmountable class on every floor built above him.
The last time he was a weird man, he visited Tianneng's headquarters and was placed perfunctorily on the sofa in the reception room. He sat silently all afternoon, and finally came back dingy.
There are also abnormal ways, such as parking lots, the gates of the group, and other things. Lin Anran doesn't understand deeply, but he doesn't think it is very feasible.
With his very limited source of information (whiteness), Shang Hao's recent schedule could not be found. Not every time, like the press conference, he knew his itinerary in advance.
Today, Lin Anran decided to go to Tianneng's building again.
It was not an easy decision for him. He has his own idea.
Lin Anran and the last time he took the initiative to go out had prepared the hats, masks, and long-sleeved trousers in advance, and planned the time.
Two and a half hours have passed since Shang Hao went out, which is a good time to go out. Lin Anran avoided the peak period when everyone went to work and was armed and ready to leave his cave.
He checked his schoolbag, made sure that the most important thing in it was brought, and checked his corresponding equipment.
Lin Anran finally left. The destination is the Tianneng Group building where Shang Hao is located.
This nearly an hour's journey is not without hardship for him. But fortunately, I came here once before, and Lin Anran recognized the route again.
Stepping into the lobby on the first floor of this magnificent building, people without employee IDs will be blocked by rows of neat and cold-blooded swipe gates in the outer circle, and they cannot go inside.
Behind the turnstile are ten large elevators in an orderly manner, all of which can be used only after swiping in.
It is not the first time that Lin Anran is here again, he is now Niu Hulu Anran.
He had a clear goal. After entering the gate, he lowered his head and did not look at the front desk lady, and walked straight to the southeast, with steady steps and firmness in his eyes.
The lady at the front desk curiously looked at the heavily armed man, and went all the way into the hall to the group's opinion collection box.
He took out a letter prepared long ago from his bag, raised his hands, and solemnly delivered it into the suggestion box.
At this point, Lin Anran's task today has been completed. It was Lin Anran who worked overtime yesterday and came out, "A Letter to Mr. Shang Hao."
He thought that this mailbox was approximately equal to the mailbox downstairs in his house, and Shang Hao himself probably wouldn't ignore the letters in the mailbox.
Of course, he also delivered the suggestion box on the Internet, and he also came here, two-pronged, hoping that the repeated letters will not disturb Mr. Shang Hao.
Just after he finished the letter, there was a sudden movement from the elevator. There was a bustling group of people coming down the elevator, all of them in formal attire with badges.
Lin Anran even discovered that even the ladies at the front desk had stood up in the direction over there.
He should have thought of something in his heart, standing under the suggestion box a little at a loss, but his gaze also looked right there.
Lin Anran heard her own heartbeat in her ears, as if beating a drum. He tried to raise his gaze, trying to identify the people surrounded by the middle of the crowd.
The employees who were waiting for the elevator also nodded their greetings. After exiting the elevator, the group of people dispersed, and those who were surrounded gradually walked to the front.
It's a completely strange face.
Not Shang Hao.
Lin Anran exhaled. Watching the group of people pass by him mightily and walk out the door.
He didn't know whether he was fortunate or regretful in his heart. Lin Anran looked back and glanced at the suggestion box hung on the wall.
This is what he came up with, and ordinary people like him can also contact Shang Hao's formal channels.
I don't know if it works, try it anyway. Because there was nothing to say to the real Shang Hao, he racked his brains and flipped through the previous news, and finally found a weak common topic between him and Shang Hao.
The school that Shang Hao donated before was the middle school that Lin Anran had transferred to. Although more than a month has passed since the incident, Lin Anran still wrote a eloquent one-thousand-word thank-you letter to Chairman Shang Hao about the incident, and put it into their company's suggestion box.
I hope to receive a reply from Mr. Shang Hao soon.
Sincerely, salute.
