Until the end of work, Xia He has not come to his senses, and he has been negotiating with the author all the time.

If it sounds good, it is called negotiation, and if it is ugly, it is called quarrel, Xia and Shivering hid next to them, and handed them tea or fruit snacks when the two were arguing so much that they were about to smoke.

The author serialized the novel in a monthly magazine of the publishing house, and the magazine was about to be printed, but her manuscript had not yet been decided, the story was not clear, and the main line was unclear.

After arguing with her, I have to change what should be changed, and then I often contact the printer, try to negotiate, and let the printer give me some more time.

After the author handed over the manuscript, Lao Chang took Xia He to the printing house non-stop, and after completing the task at the last moment, Xia He looked up at the sky that had already darkened, and his stomach was already protesting.

"Old Chang ......" Xia He touched his stomach and looked at Chang Qiming pitifully.

Lao Chang glanced at her, then reached out and rubbed her hair: "Come on!

Xia He stuck out her tongue a little weakly, she didn't do anything, and she didn't even do a good job of serving tea and pouring water.

Chang is separated from his wife, and now he is single, and he often invites the juniors of the unit to eat, during this time, Xia He has almost never bothered about eating, and there are always people to feed.

Someone subdivided milk for her at breakfast, someone divided a box lunch at noon, and either barbecued meat or hot pot in the evening, which can always solve her eating problem.

Xia He pinched the meat on her belly, and suddenly felt a little proud, she was finally not skinny.

Anyway, it's not a day or two to be cheeky, so she often says that she doesn't have any psychological pressure when she invites her to dinner.

They occasionally drink when they go out to eat, but when there are no other male colleagues around, they rarely drink, so Xia He also likes to eat with him.

I often have a car, and I send Xia He home after dinner, but Xia He doesn't dare to say his address.

Although it's not her house, she lives in such a nice place and eats and drinks every day, which is so hateful.

Lao Chang didn't force it, put her on the side of the road, told her to send a message to him when she got home, and then drove away.

Xia He let out a long sigh of relief, and silently recited twice in his heart that he was always a good person.

"Xia Editor!" someone shouted to himself from behind.

Xia He unconsciously shook his shoulders, then rubbed his cheeks, changed his expression, and turned back with a smile.

Fang Zeyu was leaning on the side of the car, holding his chest with his hands, looking at Xia He with a meaningful smile.

Xia He grinned and walked towards Fang Zeyu with small steps, he hadn't seen him for so long that Xia He had almost forgotten that Fang Zeyu was his own gold owner.

Alas, she's been fed so well lately that she's a little floating.

"Mr. Fang, I don't know if you are here, you will miss the distance!" Xia He threw his small backpack behind him, and was about to hug it with his arms outstretched.

Fang Zeyu raised his foot to block it, and then dodged sideways, his eyebrows were obviously wrinkled, although he didn't show unpleasantness, but when he saw Xia He get out of another man's car, he always had a strange feeling rising in his heart.

He swears, it wasn't damn possessive.

Xia He pounced, but he didn't feel too discouraged, and turned his face and stuck it again. Fang Zeyu didn't bother to hide anymore, and put his hand against Xia He's forehead, disgusted by the smell on her body.

She always likes to wear perfume, so Xia He is somewhat contaminated, but she herself is not aware of it at all.

"Get in the car!" Fang Zeyu pulled the car door, not far from where he lived, Fang Zeyu wanted to stop and buy some food for Xia He, but unexpectedly encountered this scene.

Xia He hesitated for a moment and got into the back seat, she didn't know what Fang Zeyu's mood was now, or to avoid hitting the muzzle.

The car drove steadily into the basement, Xia He held his small broken bag, and finally trembled.