Hong Xiaohong saw that he was dressed at least as the decoration of the Ouxi nobles, so she listened to his words and got on the horse with him, and came to a small town in the Ouxi territory. She was excited to go abroad again.

The web writer lives in a small house with a white pointed roof, and although the house is full of messy furniture, Hong Xiaohong first spent a day helping to tidy up and tidy up the house.

In the afternoon of the next day, a gentleman knocked on the door, Hong Xiaohong opened the door, and the gentleman said: "Your manuscript should be handed in, shouldn't you hurry up to your career while you are young?"

But when Hong Xiaohong was hangover yesterday, he heard that he didn't even want to hand in the manuscript for his girlfriend.

Hong Xiaohong grabbed the door panel and refused: "This gentleman, I think we writers should have our own opinions." She slammed the door shut. There was still a knock on the door.

She went upstairs, brought a cup of milk coffee, and added the words "heal soon" to the cup, and put it next to the bedside of the Internet writer's hospital. He drank milk coffee, and the online writer named "Black Prince" is His Royal Highness the Prince of the Ouxi Empire, who has recently been tired from longer articles, and has not handed in the manuscript, let alone time to take care of his girlfriend.

If it's because I can't hand in the manuscript, I just seem to have kicked the editor-in-chief away. The Black Prince was shocked.

"It's hard to describe you anymore, how can you do such a thing behind my back?" The Black Prince hurriedly called the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief said that he hoped that Black Sauce (the pen name of the Black Prince) would rest more, and the manuscript could be postponed and handed in.

After making the call, the black prince was relieved.

Hong Xiaohong also put her mind at ease, thinking that her new job would come to an end.

She went to the backyard to water the garden, picked a little raspberry by the way, and made a rest snack for the black prince.

The Black Prince continued to rush to the manuscript, and the light of the workbench shone on his conscientious and responsible eyes, like a star in the cold night, as dark and deep as sunglasses.

Hong Xiaohong began to sort out some letters from readers and do editorial work. The reader's thick letters, packed in a sack. Hong Xiaohong dragged them to the workbench, opened the envelope and sorted them out, she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and took notes carefully.

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A month later, the dark sauce was on deadline. Hong Xiaohong happily bought a copy of the final copy of the black sauce publication and received a generous salary at the same time.