The editor-in-chief really showed no mercy: "It's because you have countless criminal records that I don't trust you so much!" ”

"You delayed delivering the manuscript for three days last time! Last time, it dragged on for five days! Last time, it dragged on for more than a week! And then up, up, up, up, up, ......up,

Without waiting for the editor-in-chief to finish speaking, Fu Xingxing immediately swore an oath: "Lord Editor-in-Chief, don't worry, I will do what I say this time!" ”

"What—I'm drawing! Do you want to continue to ramble? If I don't have time to deliver it, you can't blame me! ”

Sure enough, this trick was tried and tested, and the attitude of the editor-in-chief on the other end of the phone immediately messed up, and she warned succinctly: "Before 12 o'clock today, I must see the sketch, otherwise you are going to come and see it!" ”

“ok！” At this moment, Fu Xingxing hung up the phone extremely humbly.

When she turned her head, she found that a pair of eyes were staring straight at her, and the black shadow was very close to her, which scared Fu Xingxing's soul out of her body.

"Ahh

At this time, Fu Zichen obviously heard the phone call between Fu Xingxing and the editor-in-chief just now, and he asked suspiciously: "Delivery!?" Chief editor!? What are you doing, Fu Xingxing? ”

As long as she barely graduated from high school, what else can she create?

Fortunately, the person who came was Fu Zichen, a person who was not very smart, so Fu Xingxing naturally dealt with it after a few casual words.

"You heard it wrong, fifth brother, what manuscript should I submit? That-my friend is usually more verbose, and his nickname is just the editor-in-chief! You're thinking too much! ”

Sure enough, Fu Zichen immediately believed it, and glanced at Fu Xingxing: "It's okay, don't dangle in front of my eyes, I'm upset!" ”

"Fifth brother, how are you doing? Still having diarrhea? ”

Fu Xingxing really can't open any pot, Fu Zichen was touched to the sore spot, and his mood fell to the bottom again: "I'm fine, but I'm a heavy loss!" ”

Fu Zichen almost cried as he spoke.

His next week was full of schedules, advertising endorsements, magazine shooting, variety shows......

As a result, just because he had an illness, all these activities were in vain!

Fu Zichen was worried that no one was complaining, he pulled Fu Xingxing, and said with a handful of snot and tears: "Fu Xingxing, do you know? What's the most annoying thing about me? ”

Fu Xingxing was in a hurry to go back to catch up with the manuscript, but she was pulled, and she was also helpless.

Fu Zichen asked and answered himself: "All my work fell on the head of that stinky boy of Jin Yuanze!" Hmph - no one can be cheap if it's cheap? He's my enemy! We are ...... competitors."

Because of Fu Zichen's strong desire to talk, Fu Xingxing was dragged to talk for twenty minutes, but fortunately, she urinated later.

When he sat back in front of the computer, Fu Xingxing looked at the time: "Emma! It's already past half past ten! ”

"It's all to blame Fu Zichen for that stupidity!" Fu Xingxing muttered, comforting himself, "There is still an hour and a half, it should be in time!" ”

After moving his fingers a little, stretching his waist a few times, and moving the confinement, Fu Xingxing immediately picked up the paintbrush.

Sure enough, in the dead of night, it was the time when the thoughts were springing, Fu Xingxing's inspiration burst out, and the brush in her hand kept painting: a small clue was buried here for later reasoning; It's time to put down a bad joke and liven up the atmosphere......