"Lao Chang, why do you want to become an editor?" Xia He casually flipped through the magazines on the shelf, while casually conducting an "interview".

Chang Qiming drank tea and looked at Xia He's back, and tried hard to recall his original intention of becoming an editor.

"Because I don't have any money!" Chang Qiming replied very seriously.

Xia He was speechless, this guy didn't have a word of truth when he opened his mouth, and he didn't have a positive shape all day long.

The magazines were covered with a layer of dust, and it was evident that they had not been sorted out since the owner got them back.

"Then you're really good at having a head of hair on top of your head!"

Xia He opened a photo album, which contained some solo photos of Chang Qiming, and there were many blank spaces, which should have been glued with other photos before.

All the way to the dust, he returned to the original point.

"No way, sometimes it's too good and it's distressing!" Chang Qiming grabbed his hair, and scratched his head, which had no hairstyle to speak of.

"So, excellent editor-in-chief, can you arrange some less manuscripts for me?"

Xia He arranged the magazines by date, and then found a small red box next to the bookshelf.

She glanced back at Chang Qiming, then turned to look at the box on the shelf, not knowing what to do.

Chang Qiming still wears a ring on his hand, but he was drawn to an end by the other party early.

"Take it!" Chang Qiming's mood suddenly felt a little low, and the emotional fluctuations in his eyes were also obvious.

Xia He looked at Chang Qiming with some apologies, took the small box and cautiously walked towards the man whose face turned pale, and when he walked up to him, Xia He hesitated.

Chang Qiming stood up, stared at the things in Xia He's hand for a while, then took it into his hand, turned around and went back to the room, and never appeared again.

Xia He shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and finally chose two clothes that suited him in a pile of clothes, turned off the light after taking a shower, and stared dryly on the sofa wrapped in a blanket.

When he woke up in a daze the next day, Chang Qiming had already bought breakfast and came back.

"Good morning!" Natsuwa rubbed his eyes, rolled over and was about to continue sleeping, when he suddenly rolled to the ground.

"Wash up and have breakfast. Chang Qiming's whole face is full of spring breeze, his hair is meticulously combed, and his beard is also clean.

Xia He got up, looked at Chang Qiming in disbelief, walked to him in three steps and two steps, pinched his face and looked at it repeatedly.

"What are you doing?" Chang Qiming couldn't dodge, so he could only reach out and grab her hand.

"Lao Chang, have you been pierced by the soul?" Xia He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was the Chang editor-in-chief who was often fried.

After finishing speaking, Xia He suddenly remembered that this sentence should be herself, but no matter what, now she is her.

"Let go, frizzy!" Chang Qiming broke away from her and put breakfast on the coffee table, "Go and clean up!"

"Order!" Xia He took two steps barefoot, retreated to Chang Qiming's side, grinned at her, and then pushed away the man who was cleaning up the coffee table.

Xia He snatched Chang Qiming's slippers away, although the shoe size was very large, she was very happy to wear them, brushing her teeth and humming in the bathroom, leaving Chang Qiming speechless with bare feet.

When Xia He was eating breakfast on the coffee table, he found that the ring on Chang Qiming's hand was no longer there, and it was replaced by a tail ring.