hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 205 Chief's Temperament ([-])
The writers are boiling again:
"What? The chief lord actually objected? What era is it? It's just a topic. We can treat it with a critical and objective spirit. It's not white|Japanese|propaganda|prostitution..."

"It's no wonder the chief is always cold on weekdays. Thinking about it this way, he really exudes abstinence|desire|qi|temperament all over his body..."

"Abstinence|desire|temperament|disposition... No wonder you write monk novels, you really put it so subtly! Every time I see the chief in a black and white suit, I find it hard to describe, it really is what you said What do you mean..."

puff--

Tang Yumo almost spat out a mouthful of French mushroom soup.It took a long time before I could pretend that nothing happened and continue dictating the gossip about Gu Yihan.

At this time, these writing masters who reservedly arranged the rough fates for the protagonists and supporting roles in the articles, and used gorgeous rhetoric to structure each graceful story, instantly transformed into twelve or thirteen-year-old girls, looking at men with the eyes of pure women , Regardless of logic, regardless of reasons, he vomited enough of the male god in his heart.

Tang Yumo thought, no wonder gossip newspapers are a long-standing business in the city.It turns out that after gossip, an event can exude such an unbelievable appearance that is far from the original appearance.

Even though Tang Yumo had worked in a news agency, he also had a new understanding of the power of gossip.

Gossip is really—turning hands into clouds, turning hands into rain.

If someone makes good use of it, it may be able to achieve a career.

And if someone has ulterior motives, it might ruin a career.

The lunch roundtable ended happily amid gossip topics that went further and further away.Although the writers didn't get any exact inside story out of Nalan Xiner's mouth in the end, they all went back to their room for a lunch break contentedly because they had gained more restricted-level conversation materials.

Tang Yumo opened the door and saw Gu Yihan leaning leisurely on the head of her bed, using her pink laptop computer and didn't know what she was doing.

"Can't watch!" Tang Yumo was shocked and wanted to grab the laptop, which made Gu Yihan even more curious.

He squinted his eyes, raised his laptop high with a big hand, and asked, "Why, did you write something that can't be seen? Could it be... a pornographic diary or something like that?"

"No..." Although he failed to snatch the computer, Tang Yumo caught a glimpse of him looking at the red and green stock market K-line chart, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't find the latest draft of the novel he was writing in the computer, those slightly... ambiguous... plots that she wrote involuntarily.She hasn't decided whether to publish it yet, but she doesn't want Gu Yihan to have any crooked thoughts after reading it.

"I have something to tell you, can I?" Tang Yumo wanted to change the topic, and asked Gu Yihan privately about his opinion on the general coordinator of the Paris tour route.

"Come here, let me ask you something." Gu Yihan also spoke at the same time.

Both of them were taken aback.

They couldn't help but look at each other's eyes.

Is this... the legendary telepathy?
Tang Yumo suddenly felt his heart beat faster, his mouth became dry, and his palms began to sweat.

If this symptom is not a cold, then it is...

She looked away, lowered her head and sat down quietly near the head of the bed, close to Gu Yihan's arm.

Abstinence|desire|qi|quality...

These four words flashed in Tang Yumo's mind...

(End of this chapter)