As for the name of that book, I can't forget it anyway.

The famous work of the small fish.

Even if you don't want to admit it, Xiaoyu Piaopiao is indeed on fire.

Maybe it's because it's well written, maybe it's because the conditions given by the syrup are good, it's a fact that people are popular, and no matter how much she wants to deny it, she can't change the fact.

The mood of the old man also became depressed at that moment, although no one would know about it at all.

Thinking about it, it is clear that she is a writer from the same period, and one has become a god, and she is indeed a little desolate to the point of envying the recommendation of the little newcomer.

Wen snorted, and finally persuaded himself not to care, in fact, the loneliness in his heart is still there.

This is how the next few days came over.

By the time Wen contacted Syrup again, it was already two months later.

In the past two months, the review has been maintained by saving manuscripts, and I haven't even entered the backstage much, let alone recommended positions or anything.

To sum up, I don't even know how much I have in my collection and how many words I have.

What a painful realization.

"Eh, Syrup-sama, is it so early?" Anyway, he didn't care about her, so he put away his mobile phone, directly opened the buckle on the computer, and chatted with Syrup.

It's been a long time since I've talked, and I don't know what kind of feeling is going to be in my heart, anyway, I just can't feel the smell of alienation.

Su Qihua, who was gently tapping on the keyboard in front of the computer, couldn't help but be stunned, and then opened the web link to the article written by review, and then typed it slowly and leisurely, "Two hundred and fifty thousand, it's not early." Then the long-lost smile appeared on her face, which attracted the sideways glances of the female editors around her.

For this, Wen really didn't think of it, and then he smiled stupidly at the computer, "I've been a little busy lately, so I forgot." After hesitating for a while, she continued to speak, "But Lord Syrup, do you have any recommendations, and how much do you collect?" I didn't go backstage and don't know. ”

This was said very naturally, but it made Su Qihua, who was originally smiling over there, pause. !!

I don't know what kind of recommendation my article has, and how many collections I have.

Su Qihua was silent for a long time, and finally typed a word a little helplessly, "Go backstage and take a look yourself." "Although I am working, I will not get to this kind of journey!

Seeing that Syrup said this, of course Wen Su would not continue to ask, and answered a good answer and ended the topic.

It's syrup, and after a few months of chatting, it became narratulous, "Save the manuscript well, it's best to be violent a few days before it is put on the shelf, and ah, why did you write me so poisonous?" Although he said that, he didn't mean to blame at all, it was just a joke.

Because it's during work hours, although there is nothing for her to do, but Wen is still a little scared in her heart, and looks around a few times from time to time, and then slowly and leisurely typed and sent it over, "Violence depends on the situation, the baby is just writing realistic~~"

What he said was to accuse the syrup of being unfair.

The corners of Su Qihua's mouth couldn't help twitching.

You should also take a look at his recommendations for platoon in the past two months!

How can there be a little bit of disadvantage?

Su Qihua frowned, feeling that the tone of his current speech became more and more direct, and he was a little happy and a little depressed in his heart.

Happily, Wen should not treat him as an outsider, depressed, is she like this to everyone?

And what's going on with that layer of grievances? Su Qihua always has a very difficult appearance of wanting to knock down the old man.

That's right, Su Qihua decided to pounce on this guy.

Although stupid, but it looks good, at least, when chatting with Wen Shu, he will have an inexplicable sense of relaxation, which is a feeling that does not need more words to describe.

Wen Gu took advantage of a few minutes to quickly glance at the seniors around her, and found that none of them noticed her, so she had the courage to chat with Syrup, "Anyway, Xiaoyu Piaopiao's book was published?" ”

After a long time, there was no reply.

Su Qihua poured a glass of water and took a few sips gently, then he opened the conversation window with the old man unhurriedly, "Oh, which one?" The sound of keyboard tapping, accompanied by his unique crisp aroma, is more charming.

However, the old is invisible!

Belch.

Wen was a little speechless, and then slowly sent the title of the book, and it didn't take long to receive a light reply from Syrup Yun, "Oh, this one, the traditional version came out very early, and now it is revised." ”

Reminiscent felt that it was too unwise for him to ask Syrup, and it was simply hurting himself.

It's just that the syrup, which has never been mouthy, became enthusiastic in this area, and without waiting for Wen to continue asking, he opened his mouth, "Well, most of Xiaoyu's books have been published, do you like her writing?" ”

Su Qihua really just thinks so.

If Wen really likes Xiaoyu, it can be regarded as a kind of fate, and he is still confident in his sister's text, after all, it is through Guò His layers of checks, and it will not be bad.

Reminiscent was silent, although I have to admit that Xiaoyu Piaopiao's text is good, otherwise it would be useless to push it, but seeing that the writers of the same period have reached such a point, she said in her heart that it was not sad to be false.

"I was the same as her, do you remember?" I don't know what's wrong, but Wen Gu actually had the audacity to say what was in his heart.

Su Qihua over there naturally felt the resentment of the past, "You guys at the same time? I didn't see it. ”

It's good that I didn't say this syrup, but as soon as I said it, I couldn't help but get angry.

Don't even know how many years your own author has been writing under your hands?

Could it really be that her own sense of existence is too low?

Shu was silent for a long time, and did not reply, since he saw the seniors who were busy not far away, he was a little depressed in his heart.

Su Qihua waited for a long time, but he didn't see the reply from the past, he was depressed in his heart, and then studied his words, as if there was really something wrong, and couldn't help but smile, "Actually, I'm not the syrup who has been with you, the syrup left early, but I'm afraid you won't get used to it, so I didn't say it." "Lest someone be thinking about something again.

Aha?

Originally, I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and then I lost all my breath.

"Syrup-sama, aren't you the original syrup-syrup?" This was a bit awkward, but after thinking about it, I finally deleted it.