He motioned to me with his eyes.

Since I was begging for someone, I had to be sincere, so I moved my body like a chrysalis and wanted to get up.

He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me to the side, and I lay down on my side.

"Say it, with a lot of effort. He looked at me with disgust.

I hugged one of his arms: "Lei Zi was hit by you, right? Can you not let Brother Guang be implicated?"

He raised his eyebrows, pulled his arm out of my arms, propped his head sideways, and lifted my chin.

"Brother Guang, is the man who carried you?" he asked.

I remembered what he had been talking about when he was drunk that night, and said: "He is the brother of my good friend Yang Buregret, who has covered me since he was a child, and last time I called him to help because of the urgency of the situation, but he was framed by Chu Jingnan, a scumbag." Can you help him?"

I repeated to him what Chu Jingnan threatened me to frame Yang Guang for beating people.

"Why should I help him?" Chu Qingchuan asked.

"You are the one who beat the people, how can you let others take the blame?" I said righteously.

"Who saw that it was us, who are we?" he said.

"I heard Jiang Haocheng call you that night and say it in person. "I'm not convinced.

"Where's the evidence?" he curled my hair, annoying me.

I rolled over in anger and turned my back to him.

Soon, the back was attached to the warm chest.

"That's all the sincerity of asking for someone, I really can't help you. "He rubbed in my ear.

"You promised?" I turned and hit the tip of his nose, a sour sourness.

"In the future, let me see other men carrying you and breaking your legs. He said viciously.

I assumed he had agreed.

Later, he went to the study to work, and I did my homework in the living room.

When he came out, I was biting my pen and reading the English magazine in my hand, and from time to time I had to look up the words with the help of the translation software on my phone.

"Reward you for your hard work. Hearing his voice, I looked up to see the transparent fruit bowl in his hand, filled with brightly colored cherries.

"Wow, thank you boss!" I like to eat fruits, but most of them are cold, and the doctor told me to eat less.

But I'm a terrible foodie, so of course I don't care.

He sat down, took my notes, and flipped through them.

"Do you eat?" I asked him, holding one in my mouth and one in my hand.

He looked at me and shook his head helplessly.

"Your point is too superficial, dig deeper. In this way, you won't pass the test. As soon as he opened his mouth, I was in no mood to eat.

"Mr. Arthur, can you cheat?" I was still proud of my learning, and I felt that Kelly would compliment me on "elldone".

Unexpectedly, Chu Qingchuan's basin of cold water was splashed down in a sloppy manner.

"No, you can't. "He has always been rigorous in his work. How can someone who can do this position and bring the team to the top of the pyramid be favoritism.

And of course I'm just joking, even if I really want to have an underground relationship with him after the divorce, I don't need him to interfere in my career.

At this point, I have my insistence. The ability is one's own, and to what extent it can be raised, one looks at personal efforts, and the other depends on chance.

"Okay, can you mention that?" I asked, with the energy I had when I was in school.

He looked sideways at me and pointed to the side of his face, and I immediately pounced on him.

"Why did you choose to be an editor?" he didn't call me directly.

"In the beginning, I liked interviews, and listening to the experiences and stories of the interviewees touched me and saw the many possibilities of life. I replied earnestly.

"What do you think of the effect?" he asked.

I thought for a moment: "It's okay. ”

"If you are just a listener, when you meet interviewees who are more conscious than you, they will think that you are naïve, and the interview will become a running account and a memoir, which cannot collide and resonate with you.

A good editor, listening is only a means, the most important thing is to find flaws or shining points from his narrative, lead him to participate in a new topic, don't fry cold rice. ”

Chu Qingchuan put his right hand on his lips, and his tone was slow and authoritative.

I almost put him on the altar and worship him.

Sensing my adoring gaze, he leaned forward, looked me in the eye, and asked, "Do you understand?"

I nodded, shook my head again, and said, "Needs to be digested." ”

He pursed his lips and grinded, and then said: "Actually, it's very easy to understand, a good interview is two different minds at war. Well, it's like being with you, hearty, unfinished. You compare. ”

After saying that, he pointed to the magazine on the table and asked me to continue studying.

I was shocked by his metaphor of the ox breaking, and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.

But what he said was so serious that I couldn't help but really compare it in my head.

Don't say it, it seems to be a little bit interesting.

But when I think about it, I want to be crooked, swaying left and right between reason and **, it's really sour!

I remember that I interviewed some people, big and small.

Most people have a good evaluation of me, but there are only a handful of people who can really talk to me and finally become friends, and Gu Lanyi is one of them.

To sum up the characteristics of these people, regardless of age, almost all of them are similar to my views and preferences.

But as a good editor, it should be to make the interviewees enjoy chatting with me, especially those who are in high positions.

If I can give them new inspiration and interest in talking to me, they will pay attention to me.

I think of Sinan, although he no longer needs to do interviews, many artists and brands in the circle will first or even take the initiative to contact them to write copywriting and do interviews and promotion when they need publicity.

And in such a relationship, Sinan's status and recognition in the circle have gradually improved, and he finally became a friend who could talk and laugh with the group of people who were once high.

This is the gap between the little shrimp and the big god, the little shrimp takes the initiative to ask others, and the big god is people who come to beg you.

I also want to be like that, to be someone who is needed, not someone else.

At eleven o'clock, Chu Qingchuan came out of the study and saw that I was still fighting with the lamp, so he didn't say anything and went back to work.

When he came to me again, I saw that the hour hand was already pointing to one o'clock in the morning.

I rubbed my eyes and said, "It's so late, are you done?"

He looked down at me and said, "The work is never done, and it's important to take reasonable rest." ”

"But I've just found a little inspiration, and I can't sleep yet. "I'm still cross-legged and put the pillow between my legs as a table.

He sat down next to me, scanned the screen of the laptop he had borrowed me, and said, "Yes, it's better than just now, and I seem to understand a part." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Arthur, for the compliment!" I knew he would not give me an affirmation against his will, and I was so happy that he had said it.

"Write quickly, I'll read the book for a while. He said.

I hummed and continued to tap on the keyboard along the lines of thought, quickly forgetting that he existed.

When I finished laying out the ideas in one go, I found him asleep reclining on the couch.

With only the spotlight on the couch, the two of us now feel as if we are in the center of the play, shrouded by the only light source.

The warm yellow light softened his original sharp and resolute silhouette a lot, and the edges and corners seemed to have been polished.

I gently took the book in his hand, which was the original book of "Lover".

For a moment, I thought we were a real couple, and that was our daily routine.

How nice, simple, and full of fighting spirit.

"Chu Qingchuan, wake up, get up and go to sleep. I rubbed his hair and whispered to wake him up.

"Hmm. He opened his eyes dimly, and the compelling gaze in the day seemed to be covered with a layer of fog at this time, and he looked so cute.

I couldn't help but kiss his eyelid, and he didn't react yet.

At this moment, he is like a little cute thing.

Soon he kissed me back and carried me to bed.

In fact, mental work is sometimes more tiring than physical exertion, and we snuggle up together, and the rhythm of breathing becomes the same.

That day is really unforgettable, every time I think about it, my heart is like a warm sun.

When I woke up in the morning, I was lucky enough to see the sunrise over the sea from my bedroom, which was wonderful.

He was still sleeping, and I suddenly blushed a little, I must have been tired yesterday.

So I quietly left the bedroom to see what was in the fridge.

I have to say that he takes good care of his diet, steaks, fruits and vegetables, fresh milk, poultry and eggs are neatly stacked in the refrigerator.

I fried steak and eggs, prepared sandwiches, warmed milk, and made a vegetable salad.

In fact, Western food is the easiest way to cook.

At eight o'clock, Chu Qingchuan came down from upstairs, and I just brought out all the breakfast, and he wrapped his arms around me from behind me, kissed my earlobe, and said thank you.

I turned around and said with great sincerity, "This is my reward for Mr. Arthur's guidance." ”

"Then you can come back often, and I'll give you private tutoring. He let go of me, picked up a sandwich and ate it with relish: "It's good, I like it." ”

I found that he really never skimped on compliments on me, except for his work, of course.

"Of course, this is a candy egg, which most people can't eat. "I may have been a little proud of him.

"Then I'm honored. He ate the steak cleanly and picked up the milk cup: "The company has a staff dormitory, the conditions are not bad, HR should arrange it for you soon." Don't go back to the rental house until then, come to me. ”

"Really, are you sure it's not my special treatment?" I asked.

"Of course not. "He's not lying.

"You're too far away here, it's inconvenient for me to come here, so let's make do with it there now. I said.

"I'm not at ease. The door locks are broken, how can I live there?", he said, throwing me a car key.

I glanced at the logo, and it wasn't an expensive car.

"This car has not been driven for a long time, and it is not good to leave it for a long time, you can help me run in. ”

I know that he said this to save my face, so that it would not be as if he were giving me alms.

"Chu Qingchuan, I said it, I won't ...... it yet"

He interrupted without waiting for me to finish: "You decide. ”

I was really not used to being so obedient all of a sudden.

I asked him to drop me off at the nearest metro station and not to go with him, and he agreed.

When I got out of the car, I had a small note in my hand.

That's what I found when I went to pick it up when my phone fell into the seat crack just now, and it was printed with the words "Lily of the Valley, 298".

A person who fell from the sky is inexplicably good to himself, should I doubt it?

But I still can't hand over the video of our two good friends to Chu Jingnan.

God knows if he will spread it, Chu Qingchuan would rather be charged with an adulterer in order to help me divorce, but I don't want to fulfill him, I can't afford this kindness.

If I had done what he said, I would have owed him more, and I was afraid that I would not have been able to pay it off, because I had nothing in the first place.

As long as he promises to help me keep Brother Guang, at least for now, I won't be afraid of Chu Jingnan.

But I still decided to test Chu Jingnan's tone and gain the initiative as soon as possible.

I thought about my own things all the way, and when I came to the company, I was half an hour ahead of schedule.

Colleagues came one after another, Xia Xue asked me with concern if I was better, I just wanted to say that it was okay, but suddenly I felt nauseous, covered my mouth and rushed into the bathroom, almost half of my breakfast was vomited.

I frowned, thinking back to the strange sensation I had just had in my throat on the subway, and I felt a little weak.

God, don't you play with me? I've just joined the company, do people think I'm here to cheat on maternity leave?

Am I not infertility?

I wanted to go to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test immediately, but I was afraid of arousing suspicion, so I had to hold back until lunchtime and run outside.

This morning, it's been a mess.

I kept using my phone to check the symptoms of pregnancy, and the more I looked at it, the more it looked, and some people said that it was possible that the early test strip could not be detected.

Because of the lack of qi and blood and the cold, my eldest aunt dragged on almost every time, and I felt that not only did God like to joke with me, but my body also liked to play with my soul.