Then Su Qihua remembered that he never seemed to have clarified his gender with his little author. He will reply one by one when the authors sell cuteness, and go back with cuteness, so it's no wonder that Wen thinks he's a girl.

Then he felt that there seemed to be no need to explain, so he hummed shallowly, and only after half a sound did he realize his gaffe, and tapped on the keyboard, "Hmm." ”

Although I didn't know what Lord Syrup's sound meant, anyway, I just felt that I hadn't been pulled into the small black room, and my mood suddenly became much brighter.

It's just that I also feel that the topic should end in such a hmm, but Su Qihua over there has a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he is in a good mood, "When will the outline of the new book be sent to me?" ”

Huh?

As a person who has not been urged by the editor, the mood of the review at this time is a little excited, and then the syrup lord spit out another cool sentence, "A lot of old writers are going to open a book next month, have you thought about it?" "After all, it's not a good thing to bump into the new book period with the great god.

Wen Su had a disapproving attitude, thought about the wording, and then slowly typed it over, "It has nothing to do with me." Although many people say that if you open a new book with the great god, you won't be able to grab good recommendations, but Wen Ji doesn't think that those recommendations are what she can have.

In other words, even if the great god doesn't open a new book, some list syrup adults won't rank it for her, so she is tangled in yarn.

Su Qihua was puzzled, sent a question mark in the past, and when the reply came back, he actually had a feeling of speechlessness.

What Wen said is right, there are some recommended positions, even if the great god does not open the book, it will not be hers.

"Okay, send me the outline and opening tens of thousands of words." After Su Qihua replied to this sentence, he didn't look at the buckle anymore, after all, it was a mobile phone at work, where could he chat.

Wen was stunned for a moment, and then understood that the topic was really over, but she became hesitant in her heart, after all, she still hadn't thought about the theme of the new book, and if she just talked casually like that, she probably wouldn't be able to come up with many words.

Forget it, let's just look at it!

This time, it was the old man who didn't reply to Lord Syrup.

I don't know what's going on, but she actually has a little sense of superiority in her heart, and she was suddenly startled by her shameful thoughts, and then silently closed the conversation window and looked at the author's backstage.

After all, many activities can only be seen in the writers' area, and when I saw the new writers' training list, I was itchy and began to search for names.

Anyway, she is in the same city as this company, so it's no problem to go and sneak a few looks.

Then she saw a series of familiar authors' names, and several of them were under Lord Syrup, and she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, and then secretly reopened the chat window, and after thinking for a long time, she finally typed a few lines over, "Lord Syrup, are you going to the writer training too?" As a small street that has never participated in this kind of activity, I still yearn for it in my heart.

Su Qihua saw where the chat window jumped again, and it was a question when he opened it at one point, so he couldn't help but pause, and then ...... Turned off.

So Wen Gu waited for a long time, but he didn't see the reply of Lord Syrup, and finally had to divert his attention in frustration.

There's still half a day, what should she do!

Anyway, it's already loveless to code words or something, after all, I've been knocking on the computer for a morning, and I really can't stand it if it goes on like this, so I picked up my phone boringly and looked for Song Xingchen.

Song Xingchen didn't know what she was busy with, and it took a long time before she answered the phone, and she could even hear the rough breath over there, panting all the time.

After listening to it for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak, "What are you doing?" I always felt that Song Xingchen suddenly became mysterious, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Song Xingchen on the other side blinked, and was about to say something, when his back hurt and he couldn't help but cry out, and he was stunned for a while, "Oh, tap, tap." Song Xingchen seemed to be talking to someone, and there was a little more impatience in his tone.

Wen couldn't help frowning, and was about to ask the matter clearly, when he heard a shallow female voice, saying, "Why can't you stand this pain as a man!!!......

Judging from the feeling that he has been writing novels for many years, Song Xingchen is only afraid that he is doing that kind of shameful thing.

Wen Gu's ears turned red, and before Song Xingchen could say anything, he suddenly spit out a long list of words, and his tone also had a hurried taste, as if he hoped it would end soon, "Oh, I didn't expect you to do this kind of thing, if you disturb it, I'm really embarrassed that you continue to continue." With that, he cut off the phone.

Song Xingchen: ......

What to do? Isn't it just a massage, with such a fuss?

It's rare to say a long list of words without panting, and after hanging up the phone, she couldn't express her shame, how could she call Song Xingchen at this time, what if she disturbed their interest......

Wen had been thinking about it for a long time, and when he knew that Song Xingchen's text message had been sent again, he was suspicious for a while, and slowly unlocked the lock screen.

"Why are you in such a panic, it's very comfortable, do you want to come along?" Of course, Song Xingchen didn't know that Wen Gukeng had already thought crookedly, so he directly sent out an invitation, after all, since Wen Gukeng took the initiative to call him, it proved that there was nothing urgent now.

Seeing Wen Gu lying on the computer every day where to code words, Song Xingchen felt that she should also come over for a massage.

“！！！！” Wen Gu suddenly became more surprised, and then slowly replied, "I don't need to, you better be more comfortable there." ”

Song Xingchen saw the old reply, and nodded subconsciously, it was quite comfortable.

Then I felt that Wen Su must be shy, but there is nothing to do a massage, where is there any need to be so shy, and hurriedly sent a large paragraph of text over, "You are working on the computer every day, and it is time to relax." After that, without waiting for a reply, he reported a long list of addresses.

At this time, the review was still in a state of shame, and he didn't have time to read Song Xingchen's reply, so he entered the buckle without authorization and launched a dynamic, "What should you do if your good friend of the opposite sex suddenly asks you to do that kind of thing, wait online, it's in a hurry!" ”

The nerves found that Song Xingchen could also see it after he sent it out, and deleted the T_T with trembling hands