Seize My Boyfriend - B6 (2)
Mo Zhiyang got up under everyone’s disdainful eyes, said nothing, and went out with his head down.
The female editor gritted her teeth and came with the most lucrative conditions, but was robbed of the opportunity by a little-known editor, and had to go back and explain to the boss.
When I thought of this, I became angry and went downstairs first to think about countermeasures. After all, as long as there is no contract, there is still a chance.
I went to the parking lot, got in the car and started the car. When the wheels moved, I realized that something was wrong. I quickly got out of the car to check, only to find that the tires on both rear wheels had burst.
“Who did such a wicked thing!” The female editor kicked the tire angrily.
Mo Zhiyang, who was hiding in the corner, casually put the crime tools back into his bag, and went to take the subway humming a tune.
The publishing house is very small, and with Mo Zhiyang included there are only three editors. When they returned to the office, the two of them were whispering at the door of the editor-in-chief’s office.
“What are you talking about?” Mo Zhiyang leaned over.
Ding Yang hissed, turned to look at the office door, and lowered his voice, “We plan to resign alone, so that the editor-in-chief will reduce labor costs and resign voluntarily without paying n+1.” Indeed, Mo Zhiyang knew that this publishing house
had On the verge of bankruptcy, it is reasonable to resign and start a career, “I understand.” The
editor-in-chief in the office opened the door and saw three people huddled together, “What’s wrong?”
“Me!”
Seeing that Li Yu was about to speak, Mo Zhiyang hurried Restraining, “Editor-in-Chief, I’ve already
settled the deal. Nuan Yang said that we’ll just sign the contract when we’re ready.” He fell to the ground, “Damn!”
“Editor-in-chief!” Mo Zhiyang hurriedly stepped to help him up. The editor-in-chief was a middle-aged man in his fifties.
Editor-in-Chief Yang was helped up, but his legs still felt weak, so he had to hold the doorknob with one hand and hold him tightly with the other. “You, you, what are you talking about?”
“I said, Nuan Yang asked us to prepare a contract and then sign the contract.” In fact, he would find himself, and Mo Zhiyang was also very strange.
But this kind of thing kills two birds with one stone. It can not only complete the task, but also save the publishing house. Why not do it.
After being stunned, the editor-in-chief pretended to be calm and nodded, “Okay!”
Turning around and taking a step, he bumped into the door panel, and forgot to open the door, opened it before losing control, and closed the door with a bang.
Cheers came from inside: “Honey, I can finally keep the publishing house!”
Li Yuxian and Ding Yang hugged Mo Zhiyang from left to right, “Ahh, let’s have dinner tonight.”
Nuanyang is a cash cow, He is willing to give them the publishing rights, and the publishing house can not only pay off the debt, but also make a fortune, which is simply great news.
The two of them took Mo Zhiyang to dinner, and went to the bar after dinner.
But it was too noisy inside, and Mo Zhiyang didn’t like it, so he went outside to smoke a cigarette slowly, sat on the flower bed, and slowly exhaled the smoke, “I haven’t smoked for a long time.” Since the last plane was pregnant, I haven’t touched it again
. Yan, I still miss that boy Bo Nianyang very much.
“A child’s growth is to learn to be independent, and a parent’s growth is to learn to let go. When you passed away on the previous plane, he was also married. Don’t worry.” The system rarely comforted him, and there was no obvious yearning hidden in his tone.
It’s not that Mo Zhiyang can’t let it go, his children and grandchildren have their own blessings, “I know.”
Ding Dong.
The mobile phone message alert rang, and Mo Zhiyang took out his mobile phone with a cigarette in his mouth. It was an address from an unfamiliar number. He thought it was a mistake, so he ignored it.
As a result, the notification sound was like a reminder, and it was sent several times one after another, still at the same address.
Getting angry now, Mo Zhiyang replied with a cigarette in his mouth: Who are you? It was hard work picking a grave for myself in the middle of the night.
As a result, the other party replied in seconds: Han Jingbai.
“Which idiot is Han Jingbai?” Mo Zhiyang smoked a cigarette, obviously not drinking, but was slightly drunk by the summer wind and lost his memory.
System: “Do you have to do this?”
“Damn it!” Suddenly remembered, offending the God of Wealth, it was too late for Mo Zhiyang to withdraw, so he hurriedly took a taxi to the hotel, at least he could make up for it.
When I rushed to the door of room 2612, I was about to ring the bell when the door opened from the inside.
Bewitched for a moment, Han Jingbai was wearing a black silk nightgown, his long hair was just washed, and was wet behind his head. The nightgown was dizzy, and his face was flushed with provocative water vapor.
Mo Zhiyang quickly regained his composure, and cursed secretly: All men are paper tigers, get over it!
Leaning slightly, Han Jingbai frowned, Yang Yang smelled like other men, “A little angry.” ”
Ah?” Mo Zhiyang raised his head and met his winter-like eyes, he was really angry at the text message just now , This is picking a grave for yourself.
Han Jingbai was not happy that he smelled like someone else, so he asked Kaifang to come in, “Go take a bath.”
It was humane, he took a bath and changed clothes before he died, and he didn’t have to fix his own shroud, Mo Zhiyang nodded, “Okay.”
Han Jingbai sat on the sofa, listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, and didn’t know what to think, his earlobes were slightly red, and he deliberately raised his legs, as if trying to cover up something.
As soon as he came out of the shower, Mo Zhiyang smelled a very faint fragrance. He swept the room and found that there was an incense burner on the table in the corner.
Seeing him wearing his own nightgown, Han Jingbai narrowed his eyes slightly, and Erlang turned his legs uncomfortably, “Sit.” ”
Okay.” Mo Zhiyang sat down on the sofa farthest from him, deliberately acting a little confused measures.
Why are you sitting so far away from yourself?
Han Jingbai was a little unhappy, and invited him, “Do you want to read my new article?”
“Okay!” Finally said what the editor should do, Mo Zhiyang suddenly looked forward to it, sat next to him with his nightgown on, and was taken aback when he saw the big word in the document, “Master Immortal?” “Master Immortal?
” “Isn’t Nuan Yang the one written for Gu Mei? Now that he is writing, does it prove that Gu Mei is about to appear?
“Hmm.” When Han Jingbai lowered his head, he could see the twirling of his hair. The soft hair was right in front of him. When he lowered his head slightly and smelled it, it smelled of yang and yang.
Mo Zhiyang sat upright, “You want to post this text yourself, right?” ”
Yes.” Han Jingbai opened his hands slightly on purpose, so that it was inconvenient to type, but he could touch Yang Yang’s arm.
But Mo Zhiyang didn’t realize it at all, he was analyzing the next plot in his mind, Gu Mei would appear beside Han Jingbai, and learn writing skills and ideas from him.
This caused the writing style of the two people to be a bit similar, so that when Gu Mei said that he was the shooter of Nuan Yang, no one believed it.
Suddenly, I felt that Han Jingbai was a bit miserable. After being used in this way, he was slandered by the whole world.
It’s too miserable to be used by someone you like. Mo Zhiyang is also a fan of his books, and he also loves Wu Jiwu and feels sorry for him.
“I think this article is great, you must post it under Nuan Yang’s pseudonym.” Mo Zhiyang was a little nervous, this silly boy must not be deceived.
Being praised, Han Jing, who has always been calm, shook his hands, and replied in a restrained hoarse voice, “Okay.”
Thinking of his various experiences, Mo Zhiyang had already equated him with a fool, sat next to him, watched The screen said, “Then you have to write well.” He
had never edited before, so he probably gave encouragement at the right time. Thinking of Mo Zhiyang, he added, “Come on!” ”
Okay.” Han Jingbai likes him like this, low With a low answer, his slender fingers started to move on the keyboard, “But I won’t have inspiration.”
Mo Zhiyang choked, “What should I do then?” I can’t catch an inspiration for you, can I? I heard that he quit the industry before because he had no inspiration.
As long as you’re by my side, or kiss me, maybe do something else.
But Han Jingbai knew that he couldn’t say these words now, so he just shook his head and said, “I’ll talk about it later.”
Feeling that this was some kind of bad idea, Mo Zhiyang moved his butt back and distanced himself from him, his mind was in a mess. It’s a plot.
There was the sound of crackling keyboards in my ears, and a light and faint fragrance wafted from the tip of my nose. I became more and more sleepy, and finally fell asleep on the sofa.
Hearing the sound of breathing in his ears became calm and regular, Han Jingbai stopped typing fingers, turned his head to look at Yangyang, and turned off the computer after saving the document.
“Yangyang.” Han Jingbai called softly, but there was no response, he was already fast asleep.
He squatted down and lifted his feet slightly. Yang Yang’s feet were long and slender, with rounded toes, which looked very beautiful, and he gently kissed the instep of his feet.
Oops, one more foot fetish.
Han Jingbai stood up, bent down and hugged the person horizontally. The living room and the bedroom were separated by a TV wall, and gently put the person on the bed
. Xie went to bed and hugged him from behind, “I’m sorry Yangyang, I won’t force you in the future, I’ll help you if you have to deal with Gu Mei, I’m sorry.”
Han Jingbai knew his purpose and understood all the story lines in this world, I hope I can help Yangyang, so that he will not be angry again.
Pamper him and protect him, help him do what he wants to do, and you won’t abandon yourself, this sugar-coated cannonball of capitalism.
The light was a little bright, Han Jingbai lightly raised his hand, and the lights in the bedroom and living room snapped off, but unfortunately, no one saw such a miraculous scene.
Hugging the person in his arms, Han Jingbai trembled uncontrollably: No one knows: every night, I think about him, think about him, and stay alone until dawn.
“Hmm~” Turning over, the silk sheets under Mo Zhiyang were so comfortable that people didn’t want to open their eyes, but suddenly realized something, and got up suddenly, “Damn it, why did you fall asleep?” Subconsciously checked the body, it should be
fine Less kidneys.
Thick curtains blocked the light, Mo Zhiyang folded his nightgown and climbed out of bed, and saw a man with waist-length hair, hands behind his back, looking out the window, suddenly a little worried that he was going to fly to the moon.
Shouldn’t he be a fairy?
At this point, it was strange that the doorbell rang. Mo Zhiyang was close to the door, so he took the initiative to open it.
Standing outside the door was the female editor who brought her down yesterday, and behind her was a gorgeous man, Gu Mei.
Gu Mei had already discussed with the higher-ups yesterday how to replace Nuan Yang, let him like her first, this small matter is inevitable.
Little did he know that what he was going to face now were two old monsters with scripts in their hands.
