One person has a whim because he is bored, and another is desperate because he needs something. The two people's thoughts gradually drifted, and no one noticed.

Giving and taking, they all thought they were cooperating with each other's performances, but they didn't pay attention to their true emotions.

Fang Zeyu left, and Xia He didn't see him again for half a month after that, and Xiao Zheng, who occasionally appeared to provide financial help for himself, was also elusive.

And Xia He didn't have time to think about it, although the publishing house was not big, but it also had a lot of business.

Although she is a newcomer, the people at the publishing house did not deliberately target or embarrass her, and the editor-in-chief would invite everyone to dinner after completing a project.

This is where Xia He rarely feels comforted, these people did not rely on their social experience to sneer at Xia He, nor did they deliberately call her at work.

After working in the publishing house, Xia He rarely gets off work normally, but she feels extremely fulfilled, although the salary is not high, but there are not so many boring things to interfere with, and she has gained a few pounds, and her colleagues in the publishing house have ridiculed her for becoming a little fat in another year and a half.

Xia He is not distressed, anyway, a handful of bones are not good-looking, and when he can grow meat, he is longer than he can wear, so he doesn't look like a hanger when he wears clothes.

"Xia He, has the manuscript that Lao Tzu wants corrected?" the editor-in-chief roared daily.

"It's coming!" Xia He ran to the editor-in-chief's desk with a pile of materials.

The editor-in-chief is a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, named Chang Qiming, who always has a white shirt and jeans, and has not changed in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"Lao Chang, your manuscript!" Xia He put aside the materials he had sorted out, and then helped Lao Chang fill his water cup with water.

Xia He is just an intern, but Lao Chang's subordinates are not manpowered, and after she has been doing it for a week, she was directly pulled by Lao Chang to do simple editing work, and a desk was set up for her in the office area.

Later, Chang Chang found that her work was good, and if she liked it, she handed over more things to her, and at first she was worried that other colleagues would be unhappy, but when they heard that Xia He was going to join, they almost set off firecrackers to celebrate, so Xia He felt very speechless.

These guys are really ...... There is no competition at all!

On the day that Xia He had his own desk, his colleagues in the office also went to eat barbecue together.

"Xia He, bring your things, let's go to the author's house!" After getting the things at hand in a hurry, Lao Chang picked up the briefcase and ran out.

"Huh?" Natsu pointed to himself, then looked at the others in the office, and found that they were all busy with what they were doing and didn't pay attention to her at all.

"Rubbing against what, why don't you keep up?" growled the old man.

"It's coming!" Xia He hugged his backpack and left, not forgetting to turn around and ask the colleague next door to help turn off the computer.

Xia He got into the usual car with a blank face, didn't he say that he rarely took newcomers out, why did he bring himself out today?

"What's the daze, you look at these manuscripts, and negotiate with the author for a while!" Lao Chang threw his briefcase to Xia He, and then never took care of her again.

Xia He feels that she is free-range by her boss when she goes to work, as long as she does not violate the company's regulations, she can do whatever she likes. After working for half a month, Xia He figured out that in addition to the main business of this publishing house, it also publishes novels.