Song Slow's hand holding the sour plum soup paused.

Seeing her stupidity, I didn't tease her anymore, and took a step back to continue the barbecue.

Song slowly lowered his head silently, his fingers rubbing the wall of the cup. The ice gradually melted, and many water droplets seeped out from the walls of the cup, wetting her palms.

The lazy cat's call happened to come.

Song slowly shook his wet little hand and was about to answer the phone, Jiang Huai casually pulled out a piece of paper and spread it in her palm.

Song slowly raised his eyes to look at him, tilted his head and answered the phone.

"When will it be delivered?"

The lazy cat's voice was a little harsh, Song slowly took the phone a little farther away, looked at the time and said, "Lord Editor, it's half past six in the evening, and you haven't gotten off work yet?" ”

"If you don't deliver the manuscript for a day, I won't leave work for a day." The lazy cat sighed.

"You'll have to give me the manuscript by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. There's a big recommendation on the website that I'll keep for you, and if you don't come back, you won't be able to keep it. ”

The words of the lazy cat are indeed true.

Recently, many authors on the website are preparing to close their manuscripts, and if Song Slow doesn't seize the opportunity, it is estimated that other authors will be the first to publish new books.

"Okay, I'll give it to you in the evening." Song slowly gritted his teeth, didn't he just stay up all night, and everything would be fine when he finished writing.

"How are you and your best friend's brother?"

The volume of the lazy cat was not loud or small, but Song Slow always felt that Jiang Huai could hear it, so he covered the telephone receiver with a weak heart and muttered in a low voice: "What's the matter?" ”

"You, the romance is well written, but it's too dry, and the plot is not sweet enough. When you fall in love, it is estimated that the popularity of the novel can go further. ”

Listening to the lazy cat's nonsense, Song slowly raised his head and glanced at Jianghuai.

He was concentrating on the barbecue, not caring about the movement here. Song slowly breathed a sigh of relief and turned sideways to continue.

"Don't say it, I'm hanging."

Without waiting for the lazy cat to speak, Song slowly hung up the phone, and when she looked back, the barbecue on her plate had already been piled up into a hill.

"You write novels?" Jiang Huai asked without raising his head.

Song slowly pulled the plate of Jianghuai's plate over, and used the chopsticks that had not been moved to clip some of his own barbecue meat to him. Pushing the plate back again, he nodded knowingly, "Hmm." ”

"What type?" Jianghuai was interested.

"Not a very serious novel." Song Slow was afraid that an awe-inspiring old guy like Jiang Huai would be biased against romance novels, so he thought about it and still didn't say it.

"Romance novels?" Jianghuai guessed.

He put the last piece of barbecue meat on Song Wan's plate, and sat down to look at her with a smile: "I prefer to read novels such as "Shanshan Comes to Eat" and "A Smile is Alluring". ”

Hearing this, Song Slow almost dropped his jaw in fright.

"You're also interested in romance novels?"

Jiang Huai raised an eyebrow, "What, I look old-fashioned?" ”

"No, it just didn't happen to me." Song slowly took a bite of food.

"What's your pen name? Where was it written? ”

"I won't tell you!" Before Jiang Huai could finish asking, Song Slow immediately refused.

"Why?" Jiang Huai felt a little funny.

"Just can't!" Song Slow's attitude was very tough, and Jianghuai didn't force it.

After eating, the two went back to the rental house.

Since Song was slow to deliver the manuscript, he immediately went to work after saying hello to Jianghuai.

Jiang Huai washed up casually, and went into the room to dial Jiang Cheng.

"Hey, brother." Jiang Cheng took it lazily.

"What is Song Slow's pen name?" JAC gets straight to the point.

"Why do you ask this? I told Song Slow that I wouldn't tell anyone her pen name. ”

Jiang Cheng paused, "Is there something wrong with you?" More than a month ago, he suddenly told me that he wanted to live in my house, a week ago he suddenly asked me what romance novels girls like to read, and now he suddenly asked me what Song Slow's pen name is. ”

"Brother, you don't have any thoughts about Song Slow, do you?"

"I ......" Jiang Huai pondered, why was Jiang Cheng's head so clever this time, and before he could praise it, he heard Jiang Cheng sigh.

"Brother, are you secretly addicted to reading romance novels, and I heard that Song Slow is writing novels, so you want to be friends with this future star writer in advance and go out to show off to others?"

Jiang Cheng's tone was stained with a layer of laughter, "I didn't expect that brother, you are so conceited." ”

Jiang Huai helplessly held his forehead, "You just tell me if you want to say it." ”

"Don't say it." Jiang Cheng decisively refused.

"That's hanging."

"Wait a minute!"

Jiang Huai's hand stopped hanging up the phone, "What's the matter?" ”

"You...... Did you tell Meng Fuqing...... What do I want his phone number? ”

"No," Jiang Huai lowered his voice, "Jiang Cheng, you're too old, my brother can't control you." ”

Jiang Cheng was silent.

"But my brother wants you to do something you don't regret."

"Hmm." Jiang Cheng nodded sullenly.

"When are you coming to Hangzhou?" Jiang Huai still softened his heart, "I'll ask him out, and we'll get together together." ”

"I haven't had time lately, so I'll talk about it next time." Jiang Cheng hung up the phone.

Looking at the slowly dimming mobile phone screen, Jiang Huai sighed slightly.

-

After staying up all night, Song Slow finally handed in the manuscript.

When she was about to fall asleep, Kong Qiqi's deadly serial call dragged her up from the bed.

"Song slow, what are you doing?"

Song slowly rubbed his sore neck, "Get ready for bed." ”

"You sleep in broad daylight? Don't sleep, school has tasks. ”

"What a task." Song slowly sat up and asked.

"Recently, a wave of European tour groups came to visit our school, which coincided with our 80th anniversary. The school said that we should hurry up and put out a show, and we will perform it within half a month. ”

Song Slow's eyes blinked and blinked, "What does it have to do with me?" ”

"Didn't you join our club anymore? Ministry of Literature and Art, you forgot? ”

Song Slow: "...... I'll go right over. ”

"I'll be waiting for you in the small conference room of your academy."

After hanging up the phone, Song Slow felt that his sleepy spirit seemed to have recovered a little. She went to the bathroom to take a shower and sober up, changed into a simple long-sleeved chiffon dress, and went out without makeup.

There was no Jianghuai in the living room, and the key to the shoe cabinet was also taken away, so it was estimated that he went to the company.

Song slowly walked to the door and picked up the schoolbag, and felt that Jiang Huai's hat was still inside.

"I forgot to return it......"

Song scratched his head slowly, leaving his hat on the coat rack.

-

"You say there's a good-looking girl in our department?" Cheng Cheng looked at Kong Qiqi in disbelief, "Can it be better looking than our school flower?" ”

Su Suinian, the school flower on the side, smiled and brushed her long hair, meaning something, "Don't say that, maybe she is the new school flower." ”

"It doesn't matter if it's good or not, the important thing is that she has a leg with the school grass!" Kong Qiqi added.

"School grass?" Su Suinian's pupils shrank, "Jianghuai? ”

"That's right, except for Jianghuai, who can afford the word school grass?"

After Kong Qiqi finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.