We keep getting divorced

"Swallow, do me a favor! Whether it's arranged by Lu Jinyu or not, can you help me find out who the author of the ghostwriter is? "

"It's 100% done by Lu Jinyu. Just ask him yourself?"

As like as two peas, "I am not sure, it is not necessarily..." I shook my head and frown. "The author's work in the second half is just the same as our original intention. So understanding the development of the story of" ghost night travel ", there are not third people in the world except Xiao Bao and me. So... "

"Don't you doubt that song Xiaobao is not dead?" Chen Yan opened her eyes and asked in surprise.

I paused, nodded and said, "although I know it's impossible, after all, I saw him buried in the sea of fire. But this man's painting style is too similar to Xiaobao, and he is also familiar with the plot in our hearts? So I guess... "

"What?" Chen Yan gulped a mouthful of water and looked forward with wide eyes.

"He may be... The soul possession of Xiaobao's brother!"

The words fell, and the water in Chen Yan's mouth sprayed on my face.

"I'll go! Comrade Ning can, can you be realistic? The soul possession thing only exists in novels! " Chen Yan wiped her mouth and said disapprovingly.

"No, no, no, you don't understand this. We have been infatuated with the legend of ghosts walking at night since childhood. We believe..." I said very seriously, but was interrupted by Chen Yan's rolling eyes.

"Don't think about it. Even if there is a soul attached to the body, song Xiaobao will only be attached to Lu Jinyu."

I wiped the water on my face, looked at her very seriously, and righteously corrected: "Comrade Chen Yan, please don't use some slag to pollute the soul of Xiaobao's brother! Song Xiaobao is the purest, kindest and most... "

Before I finished, I was interrupted by Chen Yan.

"I'm too lazy to listen to you! If you don't believe me, I'll convince you when I go back to the publishing house to find out the truth! " With that, she grabbed half the apple I had bitten in my hand, stuffed it in her mouth, picked up her bag and went out with her head held high.

I sighed, stared at her back and added, "Comrade swallow, polish your eyes! Please do it! "

I was attacked by the apple core thrown by her, plus a fierce stare.

……

It was not until dusk that Chen Yan called me to reply when she got off work: the painting was indeed transmitted by Lu Jinyu who stole my QQ. As for the writing on behalf of Chen Yan, he kept silent. If I want to know, I have to ask him myself.

I am wilting and inexplicably disappointed.

"Well, I'm not talking to him! It doesn't matter who wrote it. What matters is that the follow-up stories come from Lu Jinyu's brain cells. So he is the one who has a heart, but you can't see it all the time. "

On the phone, what Chen Yan said was justified.

I frowned: "he said he made it up, so you believe it? You know, this guy is used to lying! Besides, the story creativity can be stolen, but the painting style of the painting can't be stolen! Therefore, I think the focus is on the ghostwriter. "

"Well, I'm afraid of you!" Chen Yan sighed helplessly and said, "good people do it to the end. I'll find a way to help you touch the comic writer of Lu Jinyu company and see who's painting style and your image of song Xiaobao, OK?"

"Well, that's it! Not only the writers of his company, but also those of other companies. The deer may not be looking for his own family, so... "

Before I finished, Chen Yandu hung up. Alas, I don't know when I became a Tang monk. I can't stand my nagging?

After thinking about it, it's not good. It always bothers Chen Yan. So I called Lu Jinyu to ask for clarification.

"..." when the phone was connected, I didn't know how to speak for a moment. You can't question him like before. After all, he didn't do anything wrong.

For the first time, there was only embarrassment between us.

"Say something! "Yes!" He couldn't help asking, his voice was low and cold.

"Oh, i... I just want to ask about the painting of ghosts at night, that..."

"The painting has been sent for publication. I can't give it back to you. Give up!"

"I don't want to return the painting. I want to ask... Who did you ask to write it for?"

On the phone, Lu Jinyu paused and said with a smile, "come to the company if you want to know. As long as you dare to come to me alone, I'll let you meet him!"

Don't guess, there must be another huge pit ahead!

However, the temptation of "Song Xiaobao's soul is attached to the body" is too great. I have to meet this ghostwriter when I die!

"What you say?"

"Of course!"

"OK, wait for me!" Bite your teeth, I promised.