Su Qihua, ""

After snorting at the mobile phone, Su Qihua continued to persuade a little helplessly, "Actually, there is really no need for 20,000 a day, anyway, it's still early for you to put it on the shelves, and there are many manuscripts in storage, 10,000 a day is about the same, no more." After this passage was sent, Su Qihua seemed to feel that it was not enough, and continued to add, "Otherwise, you take screenshots to me every day, and I will send you red envelopes." ”

Huh?

Originally, I wanted to obediently explain the reality clearly, but I was going to be lazy for a few days later, and then I chose to be silent.

Actually, it's not good to be lazy and be known by the editor, although Syrup doesn't recommend it to her much, but now at least she will take care of her, and even take the initiative to talk to her.

After thinking of this, Wen Gu suddenly lost the courage to refuse, so he had to agree hard, "Okay, Lord Syrup~~" and then I had to work hard every day after I was distressed.

Su Qihua smiled slightly when he saw this, his bangs were messy between his eyebrows, and he just took a dry towel and brushed it casually.

He even instantly felt that he had done too well, after all, if he continued at the rate of 10,000 yards a day, he would really be unbearable, and he couldn't help but admire his wit in his heart.

Editor's words, she always has to listen!

After the two said goodnight to each other, the topic ended.

Su Qihua felt in a good mood, but when she looked back, she silently lit a candle for herself, sure enough, she didn't have a lazy life! ――

In the next few days, the syrup really counts as a word, whenever Wen Su sends a screenshot of his finished writing, he can always receive a red envelope of syrup in the next second, although he knows that the editor doesn't care about so many dollars, but she still feels beautiful in her heart, as if she enjoys an honor.

However, in the next few days, the review became a little unsettled.

Is it an honor?

Actually, it shouldn't be, Syrup is an editor no matter what, and it shouldn't be in such a state of spoiling the little author, but if everyone has it, then the question is, is Syrup really that rich?

An editor has thousands of authors under his command, and this is not unaware.

So, if the syrup really gives out red envelopes one by one, will there be any salary left?

At the beginning, Wen Gu could bear it, but then he couldn't hold it back, and finally, late one night, Wen Gu sent a screenshot of the number of words to the syrup, and soon received a red envelope again.

By this time it was already half past eleven.

Wen was a little conflicted, and finally spoke gently, "Eh, Lord Syrup, don't you have to work during the day, why are you still awake?" Wen knew that it would be too much to ask if everyone had a red envelope, so he found a light topic first.

I guess after chatting for a while, I guess it's not so embarrassing to slowly bring out that topic.

Su Qihua, who was already sleepy over there, couldn't help yawning and glanced at the phone screen lightly, "Well, I can't sleep." "It's not waiting for you to finish it!

That's right, Su Qihua was originally an early sleeper party, and at the beginning, he was still well-behaved, and he could finish 10,000 words in the afternoon, but the more he got to the back, the more his lazy nature was exposed.

First at seven o'clock in the evening, eight in the evening, nine in the evening, ten in the evening, and now at half past eleven in the evening.

Su Qihua was even wondering if there would be a day when he would not be able to see the end of the old code until the early hours of the morning.

Seeing such a simple answer as syrup, he didn't think about it, and then slowly added a sentence, "Oh, is it insomnia, I heard that lavender is very effective." He added a caring expression,

Su Qihua suddenly felt a little big, and after thinking about it, he still formulated a new rule for Wen Gu, and a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, like the stars in the night sky, although not as bright as neon, but it is enough to guide the direction of some people.

"I'll finish writing and send it to me before six o'clock in the afternoon." I've been waiting too late late, and I'm not in a good state of mind at work, not to mention that the speed of processing things has slowed down, and even the distraction that I never made before.

Su Qihua felt that it would not work like that, although this job was nothing, but it was also the choice he made.

Since you have chosen to experience, then you must do things well, this is the principle.

Yes?

The thorns were slightly stunned, their long eyelashes trembled slightly, with a little grievance, and they sent a voice, "Why." In the voice, there is also a little bit of the voice of the Korean drama protagonist speaking.

To be honest, when he saw the voice sent by Wen Gu, Su Qihua's fingers still paused, and then thought about it, anyway, it was in his own house, and there was no one else, so he was stunned in his heart, and he magnified the media volume of his mobile phone, and listened to Wen Gu's words word by word.

A very simple why, but with a bit of grievance and confusion, Su Qihua almost regretted what he said.

However, that is not going to work.

"Because staying up late is not good for your health." Su Qihua pillowed his chin thoughtfully.

Huh?

was still poking at the phone for a moment, as if it made sense.

Actually, Su Qihua really didn't do it this time to reminisce or anything, after all, people may have long had the habit of staying up late, but he himself was a little unbearable.

Fortunately, Wen Gu didn't ask any more, just sent an obedient expression, and obediently said goodnight.

"Good night." The man's eyes are also starry, warm, and very intimate.

No, Wen Gu rolled his eyes a little depressed.

So, what was she going to ask? Why did you suddenly say good night?

Wen was a little scared, afraid that he would really forget to ask because of his memory, and he couldn't care about whether the syrup would be happy anymore, so he quickly stroked a paragraph, still with that cute expression, "Lord Syrup, that red envelope, is it everyone who has it?" ”

Sometimes, curiosity comes and you can't stop it.

At least that's how it is now.

I waited for half an hour, but there was no reply.

Wen couldn't help but flipped the buckle a little depressed, and saw that the syrup was really offline, so he inevitably pouted, this is too fast, just said good night, and he fell asleep offline?

Sleepy?

Wait, sleepy?

Wen, who has never been very good at detecting, couldn't help but squint her eyes, could it be that the reason why Lord Syrup told her to finish writing early was because she was sleepy?

In this way, a qiē can be explained.

Wen looked at the buckle window, and still sent a message to the syrup, but did not reply, and finally suppressed that curiosity.