"I'm, how can they do this!" Xi Muhan puffed out his cheeks and slapped the table with both hands.

At first, she was afraid that Shen Xin would return to her previous appearance, and the two of them had no communication. After knowing the truth of the matter, she also became angry.

Yang Bo didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only look at Shen Xin helplessly.

Shen Xin scratched his head, it was the first time he had seen such an angry Xi Muhan.

"Xiaohan, are you alright?" Shen Xin asked.

"It's fine. I just think they're too bullying. Xi Muhan clenched his fists, "Why did you leave suddenly?" ”

"People die for money, birds die for food, and their choice is understandable."

The angry person was originally Shen Xin, but now he has to be patient and comfort Xi Muhan.

"However, the two pages of the original manuscript that were stained have to be redrawn, and if you want to finish the manuscript on time, it is estimated that you will have to stay up all night, Yang Bo really asked you this time."

"Don't worry, I'll give 200 percent of my energy." Yang Bo said seriously.

"I'll help too." Xi Muhan raised his hand.

"Well, I'll leave dinner to you." Shen Xin returned to his seat and picked up the G pen, "I'll be in charge of the ink line and background, and I'll leave the rest to you, sheepskin." ”

"No problem." Yang Bo nodded.

"Brother Xin." Xi Muhan raised his hand and said.

"Huh?" Shen Xin lowered his head to paint.

"I'll be black too."

Shen Xin raised his head and looked at Xi Muhan with a serious face, confused, "When did you learn to blacken?" ”

"Recently...... Two months. Xi Muhan whispered.

……

Yan Fei returned to the editorial office with an angry face.

On the way back, Yan Fei had already told the editor-in-chief about the departure of the two assistants.

After entering the editorial office, most of the editors' eyes moved to her, but no one dared to speak out.

Yan Fei didn't care about this, and walked straight to the editor-in-chief.

"Why did they leave? There has to be a reason, right? Is it a low salary...... Or is it something else? The editor-in-chief asked.

Yan Fei shook her head.

"I don't know. Yesterday was normal, today, they didn't notify Mr. Shen, and suddenly quit, until I received a text message from two people, I didn't know that they had left. ”

"Suddenly not doing it?" The editor-in-chief's eyes widened.

"That's right. So, Teacher Shen wanted to know why the two of them left. Is there something unspeakable, or has he been poached. Yan Fei held back her anger.

The two didn't deliberately lower their voices, and the other editors watched them secretly.

"How is Mr. Shen's relationship with them?" The associate editor asked.

"No problem. Yesterday, Mr. Shen was still urging royalties and was going to give a bonus to the two of them. Yan Fei explained.

"That's weird...... Wait, so Mr. Shen's original manuscript is not finished yet? The deputy editor-in-chief suddenly remembered this.

According to common sense, today should be the day of receipt. But when something like this happened suddenly, Shen Xin shouldn't have the heart to paint.

"Mr. Shen said that he would try his best to remedy it, and tomorrow is the deadline."

"Why don't you find a short story first, just in case you need it? In case we can't make it, we can be prepared. The editor-in-chief instructed the deputy editor-in-chief.

"I see."

"You ...... Who has the clue? Whatever the clue is. The editor-in-chief said loudly to the people in the editorial department.

The editorial office was silent.

The silence lasted for half a minute, and Xiaoli finally couldn't help it and quietly raised her hand.

"What's your news?" The editor-in-chief asked.

"I ......" Xiaoli lowered her head and wiped the sweat from her forehead anxiously, "I heard...... Wang Wenhong inquired about who Shen Xin's assistant was. ”

"When?" Yan Fei asked.

"It seems like a week ago, at that time, I didn't care, and besides, I can't connect these two things." Xiaoli looked aggrieved.

"Hmm...... It's easy to do with a direction. The editor-in-chief frowned, "Xiao Yan, leave this matter to me, and I will give you a letter when the time comes, and hurry up to help Mr. Shen find an assistant in the next few days." Also, I got Mr. Shen's manuscript as soon as possible. ”

"I know that if I can catch up with tomorrow's typesetting, I will send it as soon as possible." Yan Fei quickly returned to her seat, found a notepad with the contact information of her assistant from the folder, and was about to turn around and leave when she was stopped by the editor-in-chief.

"Wait a minute."

Yan Fei turned her head in confusion, and with a flicker of her eyes, a key flew over.

"This is my car key, the car is downstairs, Mr. Shen will ask you." The editor-in-chief said.

"yes, I see." Yan Fei took the key, didn't care about talking to Xiaoli, and hurried downstairs.

Yan Fei drove downstairs to Shen Xin's studio, parked the car in the parking lot, and quickly went upstairs.

Seeing Xi Muhan open the door, Yan Fei was stunned for a moment, and then pointed to Xi Muhan's face and said, "Your face ......"

"My face?" Xi Muhan rubbed his arm, and the ink stuck to his clothes.

She screamed and hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

Yan Fei closed the door with his backhand, in the studio, Shen Xin and Yang Bo were painting, and the original manuscript of a workbench was being blacked out, which should be Xi Muhan's work just now.

"Today's events have a little eyebrows, but the editor-in-chief still hopes that there will be definite news, and let me tell you." Yan Fei said towards Shen Xin.

"Well, hard work." Shen Xin continued to bow his head and paint.

"Do you want me to help?" Yan Fei asked.

"Do you know how to draw backgrounds?" Shen Xin raised his head and asked.

"No, it won't."

"That's fine." Shen Xin lowered his head.

"And do you know how to put up dot paper?" Yang Bo hurriedly raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation.

"No, it won't." Yan Fei was a little embarrassed.

"That's fine." Yang Bo lowered his head slightly disappointed.

"Sister Yan, do you know how to cook?" Xi Muhan, who had washed his face, also returned to his seat.

"Cooking? A little. Yan Fei nodded again and again.

This time, Xi Muhan didn't dare to speak out.

In her experience, anyone who says "a little" is usually not good.

Yan Fei pursed her lips, she didn't expect that at this moment, she couldn't even compare to Xi Muhan, it was really disturbing.

Taking off her high heels and carrying her satchel, Yan Fei came to Shen Xin's table. At this moment, Shen Xin is holding a D pen and drawing the background along the drawn lines.

Two large grids in a row, are densely packed buildings, not to mention paintings, but look at these pictures are dazzling. But Shen Xin kept using a D pen to draw a rough outline, and then used a round pen to draw details.

The pen is steady, and after the pen is lowered, the tip of the pen moves rapidly along the lines of the pencil, and the events of the day seem to have no effect on him.

But on closer inspection, it was found that Shen Xin's pen tip was slightly divergent, and the finger force was obviously too large.

It seems that the events of the day did not have an effect on him, but that he transferred this matter to painting.

No, I have to work hard.

Yan Fei just wanted to sort out the contact information of dozens of assistants, but listened to Shen Xin's beginning.

"That's right, Sister Yan......" Shen Xin raised his head and looked at Yan Fei.

"Well, you say."

As soon as Yan Fei opened the shoulder bag, she heard Shen Xin's voice and quickly raised her head.

"Can you buy me a few coffees?" Shen Xin asked.

"No problem." Yan Fei agreed, and finally had something to help.