Delicate Wife Is too Attractive

Xia Qingli tilted her lips. There was a trace of helplessness between her eyebrows. Powerlessly, she returned to her desk, took out her mobile phone directly and dialed the phone number Ann had just left for him.

But the phone had been opened, but the other party didn't answer. Xia Qingli rubbed her fingers on the table and stamped her feet impatiently.

"The secretary should have told her that the handover will be done today. Why don't you answer the phone?"

While talking, he hung up the phone and saw that it was almost time for lunch. Xia Qingli was more anxious.

Take out your mobile phone and dial the phone again. Until the call is about to end, you hear a lazy and sleepy voice at the other end of the phone: "Hello, who is it?"

"Hello, I'm your new editor. I want to make a handover with you." Xia Qingli responded politely, and all her original anger dissipated.

"So it is. Hello, I'm wenyaya."

There was a yawn on the phone, followed by a messy sound like looking for a bed. Then I heard wenyaya continue to say, "I'll send you all the previous manuscripts later."

Xia Qingli nodded and asked her to submit the draft on time. Then she took out Wen Yaya's entry application and looked for the news about her.

Looking at the photo, she is a quiet girl. Her clear eyes are not secular at all. She is wearing a lovely ponytail. Although her resume says that she is 24 years old, no matter how you look at it, she is just an 18-year-old girl.

At this time, a little girl nearby took the initiative to come over and looked at the resume in Xia Qingli's hand.

"What's the problem?" Xia Qingli is curious.

"This is one of the most difficult writers in our company. I didn't expect you to give you such a big task as soon as you came in. It's also pathetic." The woman looked at Xia Qingli sympathetically, "Hello, I'm Li Jing, your future colleague."

Xia Qingli looked slightly stunned. She couldn't see that the little girl in the photo had any difficult problems. After shaking hands with Li Jing and looking at her computer, there was still no news.

Until half an hour, she felt that her time had solidified and still didn't receive the news. She couldn't help groping for her mobile phone, considered it for a long time, and finally decided to call Wen Yaya again.

"Hello, I'm your editor. Excuse me, have you sorted out the documents?"

The one who answered the phone was a little boy. He replied childishly, "are you looking for your sister? She is cooking in the kitchen. "

Xia Qingli subconsciously looked at the watch in his hand. Now it is about 11 o'clock. I think the author's time is different from theirs. It is estimated that the time difference is reversed.

"I'm sorry. Please tell your sister that you must forward the manuscript this morning." With a polite response, she hung up the phone and searched for the documents sent to her by an Hao.

Take a closer look at what an Hao wrote. It outlines the outside world. The feelings of men and women's pig feet are always very happy. The picture is fresh and beautiful, and has a strong sense of substitution, which can even make people deeply trapped.

But it also has the pain of youth. The description is delicate and subtle, which makes people think deeply.

She slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the clock pointing to the position of 12. She was decadent and paralyzed in front of her desk.

Until I had lunch under the leadership of Li Jing and returned to the office again, I still didn't receive any documents and fainted some anger.

"What the hell is going on?" Muttering in my heart, convinced that there was no fault with my computer, I wanted to send a text message to Wen Yaya.

Before she pressed the send button, she saw the prompt on the computer and happily opened the manuscript, but she found that there were not many stored manuscripts in her hand.

"Sister Jing, is Wen Yaya a new writer?" Xia Qingli is curious. This book has been serialized for some time. She should not have just taken over.

Li Jing stretched out her index finger and shook it. Her face was still sympathetic: "she is not a novice. She likes to drag manuscripts, but she has a good temper. She often sends manuscripts in the middle of the night."

Xia Qingli was relieved to hear this, so she had to make a simple arrangement by comparing the documents.

Coming to the new company is not very busy. After all, she has only a small writer in her hand. Xia Qingli sat in front of the computer all day and looked at what Wen Yaya had written.

After work, Lu Qian took her home. She was very quiet all the way and immersed in the events outlined by Wen Yaya.

Lu Qian looked at Xia Qingli, who had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers to attract her attention.

"What are you thinking? Don't you adapt to your new job? "

Xia Qingli quickly shook her head, rubbed her messy hair with both hands, opened the window and let the cold wind blow: "it's very adaptive, but I seem to have met a tricky little guy."

"What do you say?"

"It seems that my cousin asked me to go there just to experience me. He gave me one of my favorite writers. It's a headache." With a few clicks, she took a sip of mineral water from the back seat of the car.

Lu Qian smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his slender hand and rubbed her shoulder: "if you can't work hard..."

"Of course I want to, but she hasn't handed in the manuscript today. If she doesn't hand in the manuscript for two days at noon tomorrow, I'll go directly to her house."

Xia Qingli clenched her fist to cheer herself up. If you want to fundamentally solve the problem, you should go and see why she didn't write a manuscript.

Is it the late stage of lazy cancer?

Or Calvin?

"Will..." Lu Qian frowned slightly. He didn't say the word danger. Xia Qingli shook his head quickly.

She picked up the picture of Wen Yaya taken on her mobile phone and shook it to Lu Qian: "it's a lovely little girl."

All night, she stared at her mailbox and didn't receive any message.

It was not until 11 o'clock that she sighed, sent a text message to Wen Yaya and went straight to bed.

The next morning, after Xia Qingli got up, she subconsciously searched the mailbox for the first time. There was still no hint. She threw her mobile phone on the bed, sighed and went decadent to wash.

When she came to the company, when she saw Li Jing looking at her eyes, she finally understood the meaning. She was just ready to complain. Unexpectedly, she came and knocked on the table.

"Today, be sure to sort out the contents to be updated this week. You still have one day to get the manuscript from Wen Yaya."

After listening to this sentence, Xia Qingli collapsed. He thought it was an easy job. Who knows that he was more tense than when he was in Lu's group.

Li Jing handed over a sympathetic look and turned back to tidy up her work.

She almost wanted to scream, quickly picked up her cell phone and dialed Wen Yaya. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't connect.