Heart attack

Chapter 26 is different

I don't know where Ji Wenyin got the phone card, and she even connected to the Internet to read the novels of the overbearing president all night, and now she feels very sleepy, "Don't tell me, reading the previous novels about the overbearing president gave me a headache. Moonlight, the one who dug out the kidneys and put out the heart, it seems that I have experienced it overnight, and now I am physically and mentally exhausted."

Tang Hong also froze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

Ji Wenyin spoke at the front with her head chasing after her. It was not easy to catch up before she realized that she had said something wrong. She opened her mouth and murmured for a long time, and only said: "You have a very good relationship with Mr. Sheng recently."

"Huh?" She stroked the rim of the cup, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence.

"You've been in a couple this week, and you've been making secret business trip secrets. We're almost suspecting that you're dating Mr. Sheng."

"..." This is really a big misunderstanding, "The business trip is to meet the director, who knows what's wrong with him and call it a business trip."

Ji Wenyin lay on the table, "Really?"

"if not?"

"It doesn't feel that simple." She raised her eyes to see Tang Hongyi, her eyeballs were hooked up, and half of the whites of her eyes leaked out, as if she had rolled her eyes, "I think Mr. Sheng likes you."

Tang Hong also spit out a mouthful of milk, almost choked on the milk, coughed until his throat was burning, and it took him a long time to utter a few words, "What are you talking about?"

"..." Ji Wenyin was stunned for a long time, "Do you need to be so surprised?"

"Nonsense, I can't get along with him for eight lifetimes, you tell me you like it?" Tang Hong Yishun took a big breath before swallowing this sentence.

"Then you haven't noticed that Mr. Sheng treats you differently than he treats us?"

"No." It's really not. She saw the feast as if she saw the god of plague. It was too late to hide, so it was impossible to observe the feast.

Even if we get along a lot, the image of the God of Plague has changed a little bit, but just for a little bit, the bad luck is still really bad luck.

The person who helped the scumbag was also Guan Sizu's brother, so he wasn't worthy of her liking.

"Then open your eyes and have a look today." Ji Wenyin smiled, drank the milk in one gulp, and walked out of the suite holding her hand.

The atmosphere in the studio today is a little more relaxed than before. The adaptation of "The Legend of Jin Yi" is coming to an end, and everyone's thoughts are relaxed. When they saw two people coming in, Pi Zerui and Guanghang also took the initiative to say hello.

Pizerui: "Morning, barley, firefly! Fire!"

Faced with Pi Zerui who was gnashing her teeth when she was called by her name, Ji Wenyin didn't plan to argue with him today, so she happily sat down in her seat and replied, "Good morning."

"Hey, the sun came out from the west today?" Pizeri said, lying on the window sill in a particularly exaggerated manner, watching the scenery outside before it was bright.

The evening mist, with the freshness of the morning.

Ji Wenyin: "Fuck you, you must be beaten."

Pi Zerui is worthy of the title of Pippi Shrimp, and he feels comfortable after being scolded by Ji Wenyin, "That's right, it's the Ji Wenyin I'm familiar with."

"Roll, it's annoying early in the morning."

Guanghang smiled cheerfully, "Morning, editor Tang."

"Morning." Tang Hong also returned.

Not long after they sat down, a few people seemed to be labeled as beating workers, and suddenly they sat upright and started typing. The progress of the past few days does not need to be too fast. Their typing speed has slowed down, and occasionally they can still A few jokes.

In the midst of the excitement, Guang Hang asked, "Do you have any plans for Tang's next book?"

Tang Hong also hadn't thought about the progress of the next book. When he mentioned it, he glanced at the title of the third case, and said indifferently, "The scumbag man was abandoned, and his friend was hard to find. I was moved. Come out both and hang the street stories at the end."

The feast that just came in from the door: "..."

Guanghang was also stunned for a few seconds, and found a sentence to describe it in the knowledge reserve that he knew, "It's really a storyline with ups and downs."

(End of this chapter)