The sun is warm and clean and hazy.

The golden light shone through the glass, shining directly on the man standing by the window, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The golden sunlight outlined the man's slender back, blurring the outline and hazy form.

The soft smudge makes people hallucinate in a trance, as if they are in a fairyland and see the appearance of immortals.

Astonishingly beautiful, it seems that everything is frozen at this moment, so that everyone who sees it can't help but take their breath away.

One is afraid that the breath will disturb the exquisite man in front of him, and the other is afraid that the breath will desecrate the person in front of him.

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"Is that all there is to it?"

"Is that what it says?"

Standing in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, the man holds a stack of thick papers bound from A4 paper in one hand.

The tone couldn't hear anything, but it made the people who had been waiting behind him tremble.

The waiter clearly understood the meaning of the dissatisfaction.

"Also... And one more. ”

The waiting person carefully organized his every sentence, word by word.

"It's just..."

With a slight movement of his footsteps, the man by the window turned around, reflecting the soft light, who else could have that peerless appearance except for the peerless Fu Ji.

And the person who replied was Xue Yan.

Fu Yu's eyes were indifferent and expressionless, and he glanced at Xue Yan indifferently, and his eyes did not mean to stay at all.

Lowering his eyes and taking off his gold wire glasses, Fu Ji casually pinched one of the temples of the gold wire mirror with two fingers, slightly oblique the mirror body, pointed the paper with the corner of the frame, and gently tapped the thick document on his hand.

"It's just that its content may be ......"

"Bring it."

There was no emotion in the tone, but it sounded terrifying.

Xue Yan felt that the whole person seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't speak.

"Yes."

Xue Yan didn't dare to slack off, lowered his head, and held a document in both hands and gave it to Fu Ji.

The content of the document is not much, but there are four or five pages, but compared with the 5 or 6mm thick document in Fu Ji's hand, it is simply ultra-thin and ultra-concise.

And this document and several other documents in Fu Ji's hand have one thing in common, that is, they all have exactly the same big characters on their covers.

——— chase husband planning book.

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"Whoa."

"Whoa."

The room fell into a dead silence, and the sound of a needle drop could be heard, Xue Yan lowered his head and held his breath, trying to shrink his sense of existence, and only the sound of paper turning could be heard in the whole room.

Obviously, only a dozen seconds had passed, but Xue Yan felt as if a century had passed.

With his head still in a lowered position, Xue Yan didn't dare to look at Fu Yu's expression at all, his hands were clenched nervously, and he didn't even realize that his palms were sweating.

"Who wrote this?"

The man's tone was still the same as usual, but Xue Yan clearly felt that the dangerous atmosphere around him had subsided.

Xue Yan, who was already ready to be punished, didn't expect Fu Yan's attitude to ease at all.

Xue Yan suppressed the shock in his heart and replied respectfully, at this time, he didn't care about doubts, and his heart was more of a sense of the aftermath of his life.

"It was written by a special editor named [Stock God]."

Yes.

Earlier, after Fu Ji knew that Shi Yun liked to read romance novels the most, he specially acquired the industry's top literary operation group, Wanner Group.

Originally, he just wanted to use this method to get in touch with the boy's favorite things, so that he could better communicate with Shi Yun.

It's just that one day half a month ago, Fu Ji suddenly thought that if he could chase the boy in the boy's favorite way, would he be able to catch up with his daughter-in-law faster.

As a result, the plot to torture the [stock god] was born.

It's just that I didn't expect that this [husband chasing plan] would be completed by the chased [husband] himself.

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"Let this editor come and see me."

"Now."

Fu Yu added.

The man still maintained a bowed posture, and his tone was always flat, as if everything was no different from before.

But Xue Yan could clearly see the obvious seriousness in Fu Yan's eyes.

The president really only takes Shi Shao seriously~

This dog food.

Tsk tsk.

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"This editor named [Stock God] is a special editor of the editorial team, and no one has ever seen him."

"I heard from the editorial team that [Stock God] doesn't seem to want to show his true face to people."

"Do you want to see him, then?"

Yes, the existence of Wanner Group at the top of the literary industry is not only because it has good financial support behind it, but also because of its unique purpose.

And this purpose is clearly reflected in the name.

Wanna, Wanna.

Embrace all things, the sea is inclusive.

Eclectic and inclusive.

It not only accommodates all types of essays and authors of various styles, but also accommodates editors of various personalities.

So in order to satisfy the personality of some special talents, Vanna allows these people to hide their identities.

This can be true not only for authors, but certainly for editors.

And [Stock God] is one of these unknown editors.

Therefore, the reasons that [Stock God] said to Shi Yun before were all made up by Xiao Gu Liang blindly.

Xiao Mushroom Liang said to Shi Yun before that it was not wrong for the entire editing team to work late, but this was only for those editors in the office, not including her who hid her identity.

And the reason why [Stock God] really asked for permission was not because he couldn't stand overtime, but because the editor-in-chief said that those who passed the plan this time could get a sky-high reward.

And Xiao Mushroom Liang, who had just been defeated in the stock market, was worried about raising money to buy the few stocks he had just targeted, so he hit the idea of this reward.

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"I'm gone, but I'm going to talk to him."

"It's available online."

"Also, give me a copy of this editor's profile."

Fu Ji's eyes flashed as he looked at the planning case in his hand.

I don't know why, Fu Ji always feels that the planning case is all Shi Yun's shadow.

Maybe it's because Shi Yun has been carved into his instincts.

"Yes, President."

Although the identity is hidden, it is easy for Fu Shi to check a person's information.

So Xue Yan returned quickly.

"Go down."

"Yes, President."

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Fu Ji was the only one left in the house.

I don't know when Fu Shu put down the pile of documents in his hand, leaving only the copy of [Stock God].

The man hung his head, his snow-white fingertips lightly swiping across the paper, carefully reading the contents of the plan line by line.

The usual speed of one glance and ten lines is completely lost, and now Fu Ji is like a child who has just read and write, reading word by word slowly.

Sunlight entered through the gaps between the eyelashes, and as the long eyelashes fluttered, the shadows cast under Fu's eyes began to be mottled.

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Knuckled fingers flipped the page after page of the paper, and the man's white fingertips repeatedly drew the same arc in the air.

Gradually, looking at the words in front of him, Fu Ji didn't know what to think of, and the expression on his face began to change uncontrollably.

Especially when he turned to the last two pages, Fu Yu's eyes suddenly widened, he bit his lower lip tightly, and his earlobes were even more crimson.

Shy is shy, and the daughter-in-law has to chase after her.

Fu Yu still pursed his lips and looked at it seriously.

Not only did he look at it seriously, but Fu Ji also flexed his index finger and lightly tapped his joints on the paper twice, as if thinking about how to implement it.