Today's publishing house seems to be much more idle than usual, didn't the director still yell at Chang Qiming yesterday and couldn't be busy, why is the atmosphere different today.

Usually before I go out, the news from the director or Chang Qiming is sent, and now my mobile phone is still quiet.

By the way, Chang Qiming! No wonder she felt weird, it turned out that she hadn't seen Chang Qiming all along.

She leaned closer to the mirror and carefully examined the bag on her head, it seemed to be a lot smaller, she always felt confused in the past two days, obviously there was nothing to worry about recently.

She took out her mobile phone and glanced at it, and opened the chat interface with Chang Qiming, but she didn't know how to start with a greeting.

Usually, Chang Qiming will send her a message, but there is almost no greeting, and he always directly says "delivery" or "editing".

She sighed softly, and put down her phone a little discouraged, she didn't know why, she always felt that she hadn't seen Chang Qiming for a long time, and she missed it a little.

Could it be that he is used to being called by him? Xia He scratched his hair a little helplessly, what a terrible thing it is to get used to being alone!

Recently, she has barely been hanging out in Li Qianyao's life, not because she has no time, nor does she want to stop there, but she just feels that she should take a break for a while and let each other sober up.

Anyway, the idea of a madman is always very strange, and Xia He feels that he has long been unconscious.

"Xia He, it's time for lunch!" Yao Man's voice came from the office.

Xia He picked out a lipstick at random, and walked back with her makeup bag, she always felt empty in her heart, although she felt that she didn't necessarily need someone to settle into, but she always wanted to be on the ground.

When he returned to the office, Xia glanced at the desk of the usual Qiming, the same as when he left the day before yesterday, except that there were a few more documents to be signed on the table.

"What, miss your regular editor-in-chief?" Yao Man hugged Xia He, hooked her chin and laughed.

"Yes, when I can't see him, I feel like I've lost my soul, lost my air, and I'm poisoned, crawling like insects and ants, and it's very uncomfortable!"

Xia He cooperated with Yao Man's performance, twisting his brows and pouting, the appearance of the bitter heroine in the TV series.

Yao Man slapped her lightly, amusing a room full of people.

Xia He took his lunch and sat back at his table, calming down after the fight, making Xia He feel like he was missing a corner in his heart.

She took out her mobile phone, opened the chat interface with Fang Zeyu, entered a line of words, deleted it again, repeated it several times, and finally threw away the phone and lowered her head to eat.

Well, she just hasn't eaten with Fang Zeyu for too long, and she wants steak and champagne in a high-end restaurant.

The company set up a computer for her, which Chang Qiming asked for for her, so that she could edit the manuscript or find information.

There wasn't much to do while eating, so Xia He casually turned on some TV series, listened to the sound of the TV series, and then ate, which was simply not too perfect.

The rest of the office was chatting about the new lipstick, or what could be strengthened in the new issue of the magazine, and only Xia and he were alone in front of the computer and buried themselves in the pain.

"Little Sister Yao?" Xia He raised his head and softly called out to Yao Man, who was sitting next to her.

"What are you doing?" Yao Man turned back fiercely.

Xia He's eyebrows were raised, this sister had tears in her eyes, and her makeup was going to be spent.

Yao Man is watching a TV series that is staging a scene of life and death, and the male protagonist keeps his mouth shut and does not explain those misunderstandings for the happiness of the heroine.