Song Yoki's occasion with Yahara Kita

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"Teacher Night, let me tell you."

Song Youqi took out the potato chips from the bag and chewed them crisply, and the whole room was filled with the sound of her eating.

"I'm telling you, it's not going to work."

"You can't do that."

"Song Youqi, I beg you, it's okay, it's okay, shut up, it's okay, you have to eat and go outside to eat!"

Yeyuan didn't raise his head in the north, and he still didn't listen to the rapid movements in his hand, and threw his sideways eyes to Song Youqi with a quick look.

"Huh." Song Youqi was stunned by him and laughed angrily.

In the next second, a big middle finger was horizontally between Yahara Kita's eyes and the display.

"You have the ability to procrastinate, but don't you have the ability to listen to me whisper in your ear?"

"I know, I was wrong." Yahara Kita said.

"No, you don't know. Song Youqi said, and sprayed a breath with the smell of potato chips on Yehara North's face. Are you not taking me as an editor seriously? Not counting today, you've been dragging on for three whole months. Song Youqi said.

Yahara North cold sweat: "...... Three more pages, give me one more night and I'll give you a miracle. ”

"Yahara Kita, I'll tell you," Song Youqi opened the refrigerator in the corner of the room and took out two cans of juice from it, "Today is the deadline for my patience. If you dare to fool around with me again—"

Song Youqi wiped his neck.

"Yes, yes, yes. But your posture is very similar to the roast duck hanging in a restaurant, and the kind with rolling eyes..."

It's a pity that Yahara Kita didn't have a chance to finish. Because in the next second, he heard the loud sound of the One Piece limited edition figure that he was hiding under the bed.

"I think it's hard to be your editor."

Song Youqi held the juice jar, nestled in the lazy sofa, stared at the busy back of Yeyuan North and muttered.

Yahara Kita whispered: "Isn't it just that I am occasionally lazy to have a cancer attack and drag on the manuscript for a few months." ”

Occasionally, hehe.

Song Youqi snapped his fingers - since the beginning of this year, Yeyuanbei has dragged the draft three times, ranging from two to four months each time.

It's October.

Procrastination is a common problem for many painters.

That's it, but every time you have to live in the other party's house to urge the manuscript, Song Youqi, who has been an editor for a long time, is the first time to see it.

Coupled with this hateful procrastination time, rounding off himself is almost cohabiting with Yahara Kita.

Song Youqi narrowed his eyes, staring at the handsome and handsome side face of the Yahara North shirt, he really looked like a dog, no wonder there were many girls in the editorial department rushing to be his editor.

Many old-timers have soured her to be lucky, but - can Shuai eat it as a meal? Can you?

Song Youqi threw her head back and poured another sip of juice, trying to expel the thought that had just flashed into her mind.

Staying in this kind of room all day is really unbearable.

Yahara Kita can be said to be a world-class rough nerve that is defenseless. It's as if there are no handsome guys in this world.

Song Youqi can still vaguely remember the restrictive scene he witnessed last time when he stayed at his house to urge the draft.

Yehara North didn't seem to treat Song Youqi as an outsider, and he didn't even get dressed when he took a shower that night, and came out wrapped in a bath towel. The body that Song Youqi had imagined countless times in her mind was so hot and clear in front of her eyes.

Oh, buddy, you know, you're tempting me to sin.

The owner didn't seem to notice that he was actually causing a nosebleed in the other person's eyes, and was busy going to the kitchen to find snacks to eat.

Song Youqi didn't bother to remind him, and while freestyle was flying in his heart, he took a few photos and saved them in his album.