When Han Junxi went home, Xia Zhi had already fallen asleep on the sofa, and the book in his hand slipped to the side.

He leaned over to hug her, and she woke up in his arms. She looked up at him, "You're back?" ”

He said angrily, "Why don't you go back to your room to sleep?" Beware of colds. ”

He put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and was about to leave. She slept in a daze, and after a while she remembered to ask him something, and quickly took his hand.

"What's wrong?" He sat back on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "I haven't seen you for a long time, you miss me?" ”

"Uh...... I ......, "How do I open my mouth?" Did he deliberately withhold his own manuscript? In the face of his tenderness at the moment, she couldn't question.

"Okay, okay, I got it." He straightened the shredded hair around her sideburns and said, "I still have to rush the manuscript." I won't return to the club tomorrow, I can pick you up from work, what is there tomorrow, it's late, the baby wants to rest. ”

He bent down and spoke into her abdomen: "Baby, Daddy is going to be busy, don't bully Mommy." ”

She watched him walk to the door, turn off the light, and close the door, but she didn't say anything.

However, how could she still be asleep now......

On the bright side, Han Junxi may be really worried that the long-term manuscript appointment will make her physically tired, so she found a way to push Zheng Guangqian for her, but there is no need to cut off the ready-made manuscript too!

Unless, he really doesn't want her to be drafted, the so-called helping her is actually lying to her.

She didn't really care if she could get it on. Writing has become a habit for her, and she has long been free to care whether she has readers or not, whether she can publish it, and she is happy to write about it.

It's not that she hasn't had the opportunity, and some journal editors have expressed regret for her behavior of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, and finally stopped writing completely, but then the paper media gradually declined, and no one asked her to make an appointment.

But it's one thing for her not to care, it's another for him to cut off her chances, aren't they the closest mates, how can he do that...... Thinking like this, her heart became more and more depressed.

Several times she went to the guest room to ask him, and once she had already reached the door, and still did not knock off the knuckles that hung from the door.

- He didn't like to be interrupted in the middle of his writing, and he tried to lose his temper because of her careless interference, and although he later apologized to her, she wrote it down.

She didn't like it either, especially when her writing was fluent. Comparatively speaking, he bothered her far more than she did, and it seemed that since they had been together, she hadn't tried to write fully while they were together. She never lost her temper with him because of it.

Is this important? No, it's not that important, it's not the writing itself that makes her uncomfortable, but in his eyes, her words are in the nature of playing tickets, and his words are valuable.

Maybe that's right, he's a job, he lives on it, but she doesn't like to be despised by him like this......

She seemed to have a walnut stuffed in her chest, waiting for him to return to the room. After waiting and waiting, he fell asleep, and then he woke up again, tossing and turning between falling asleep and waking up, and at dawn he felt very short of breath, as if he had not slept at all that night.

Xia Zhi got out of bed and went to the guest room, she didn't knock on the door, she pushed the door directly and walked in. It turned out that Han Junxi had fallen asleep on the bed in the guest room, probably because he was afraid that going back to the room would affect her sleep, he didn't know that she couldn't sleep at all.

The computer is not turned off, and the screen is still on. She crept in to help him turn off his computer, but the contents of the table on the word document caught her attention.

The title of the form is "Registration Form for the Semi-final of the Elite Journalist Competition", and she knows that this competition, which is called the "Oscar of the media" in China, is the most important competition for domestic media, which is held every two years, and the award-winning works have a high gold content.

It is not easy to win a prize in this competition, the entries are required to be of excellent quality, have a certain influence, and must pass the city, province, and national three levels of screening, and newspapers at all levels will also attach great importance to the selection of the best works of the current year.

Even if you are selected by the newspaper, you may not be able to win an award in the final selection. The one on Han Junxi's computer is just a work registration form, which means that he has been recommended by the newspaper.

What makes Xia Zhi strange is that in the column of "Title of the Work", what is registered is "Thinking about the chaotic practice of kindergarten teachers behind the child abuse case".

This is the investigation draft she ghostwrote for Han Junxi. Why did you choose this one? Didn't he always say that she was shallow in her knowledge and narrow in thinking, and she always had a little family spirit in her articles?

After that day, she also asked him if the manuscript had been reviewed and whether it needed to be rewritten, and he said that he had barely managed it, and commented that she had deviated from the news event.

He did in-depth investigation, and the timeliness of the news was not so high, if he really wanted to rewrite it, it would be too late, could it be that he kept her title and rewrote the manuscript? However, the angle of entry has not changed......

At this time, Han Junxi turned over in his sleep, and Xia Zhi was so frightened that he quickly straightened up.

She glanced back at him, he didn't wake up, and the slight snoring was an indication of his sleepiness.

Xia Zhi sighed and walked out of the guest room gently, closed the door, washed up and went out to work. It was almost noon before Han Junxi called her: "Chen Dajiao, why don't you wake me up, didn't you say that I would send you to work?" ”

"I think you look tired...... I don't want to wake you up. Xia Zhi paused and couldn't help asking, "You...... Is there anything you want to tell me? ”

"Yes...... Wait for me after work, I'll pick you up. ”

"That's it?"

"And what else do you want to hear? Old husband and wife, tell you some love words? She heard a playful laugh on his microphone.

"Hmm...... That, see you after work. She hung up the phone, feeling uncomfortable.

In fact, he probably didn't realize that she would know these things, and that was ...... for him Is it a thing?

What is it to her? She didn't know if the two things were related: he used the manuscript she wrote to enter the competition, and then, in turn, he pushed her request back...... Is this a yes or a no-no to her?

He didn't want her to write another manuscript, at least not to post it in Nanzhou Daily, could it be that he was worried that someone would see that the manuscript was ghostwritten by her?

She would never have said this herself. The style of that survey draft is also very different from her usual prose, and who can tell that it was written by the same person?

She shook her head, trying to shake all these strange thoughts out of her head, but they slammed on the door of her head tighter and tighter. She can't stand it, since she cares, let's ask him for clarification.