Ling Qingxuan remembered to send a message to You Xi before going back.

But after returning home, Youxi actually fell asleep in the room.

After his door handle was broken, he didn't fix it. I don't know if he forgot.

Ling Qingxuan entered the room generously and pulled the quilt to take a look.

He must have fallen asleep halfway through, and he didn't take off his clothes.

She pinched his face, glanced at his coding situation today, and stopped arguing with him.

You Xi woke up from hunger, his eyes were clear for a moment, and he went to touch the phone.

night.

Aya Qingxuan was leaning on the sofa in her pajamas, reading the first volume of his published book in her hand.

These two days off, her entertainment seems to be reading novels.

"When did you come back, are you hungry?"

Youxi opened the refrigerator, saw the bag of bread inside, and wanted to warn her not to eat this every day.

But the little girl liked it so much that he turned to get the vegetables.

"I want to eat you..."

The little girl stared at the book with serious eyes, murmured a few words, and the egg in You Xi's hand almost fell.

"Noodles made."

You Xi supported his forehead, he would definitely not look at the examples Ling Qingxuan gave him next time.

It's a mess in my head now.

After eating the noodles, Youxi was about to go back to her room when Ling Qingxuan stopped him, "Do you want to go to the author's annual meeting?"

"In no mood."

"Go, it's rare to go out to play once."

You Xi hesitated, it wasn't that he was not good at communication, but he didn't want to waste energy on these things.

But when he came into contact with the little girl's moving eyes, he said: "If there is me on the list, go."

"Okay." Ling Qingxuan changed her words, "Will the kiss scene be written?"

You Xi calmly showed her the kiss scene she had experienced before.

After the little girl read it, she was silent for two seconds.

"The kiss scene you wrote seems uncomfortable?"

Not seemingly, but absolutely.

Ling Qingxuan was actually a little suspicious of his own skills.

She is clearly very comfortable.

"I'll think about it."

Youxi returned to the room, and Ling Qingxuan sent him another document.

This time, he decisively clicked all of them to reject.

Ling Qingxuan persevered and said, how can I describe this thing in detail, of course, I have to see more and do more.

After being rejected many times, Ling Qingxuan lay on the bed and took a bite of the bread.

...

After the weekend, Ling Qingxuan arrived at the company and handed over Xiao Qiu's books.

Due to Fei Lan drinking and going crazy last Friday night, the whole company now looks very sympathetic when they see Ling Qingxuan.

Not even doing business as before, and giving her some snacks and drinks.

Ling Qingxuan walked around to deal with the affairs, and came back with a big box in her arms.

It was full of delicious food, and she gave it to her colleagues directly.

"We Tong Ling are really cute. After going out for a while, our snacks for a week are all there."

"By the way, Tong Ling, someone gave you flowers."

They all tacitly did not mention what happened last Friday, not wanting to make Ling Qingxuan sad.

The bunch of flowers seemed to have been inserted by the person who gave them the flowers. It was elegant and fresh, and the stars were very beautiful.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but ask, "Tong Ling, you have a boyfriend or someone is chasing you?"

He was all ready to flow, and after a long period of love, someone actually sent her flowers first.

"no."

There were no cards or tags on the flowers, so Ling Qingxuan sat back in front of the computer and sent a message to Xiao Qiu.

Ice Cream: Flowers from you?

Qiufeng Xiaoxiao: Well, does it look good? I inserted it myself.

Ice Cream: Not good looking.

Autumn breeze Xiaoxiao:  …

The first time Xiaoqiu gave flowers to a girl, he was mistaken for a flower seller.

The second time I sent flowers, it was said that it was not good-looking.

The young mind was struck again.

He said something else, but Aya Qingxuan didn't pay attention to it at all, and he ran to the group depressed.

Autumn Breeze Xiaoxiao: (Picture.jpg) Does this flower look good?

Fan Ruochunxue: Ugly to death.

Industrious little bee: good-looking.

Gu Poison: Nice.

Old customer of the little black house: It looks good.

Xiaoqiu and Fan Ruochunxue had a holiday before, so everyone knew what was wrong with them.

He directly ignored Fan Ruochunxue's news.

Autumn breeze Xiaoxiao: Besides sending flowers to girls, what else can I send?

Fan Ruochunxue: Oh, you're chasing someone, it looks like you are disliked by the other party.

What she said was quite right, it was hard for Xiao Qiu to ignore it.

Gu Poison: Perfume, bags, cosmetics, etc. My wife likes these.

Jingyue: Look at the age of the other party. If you are a little girl, you may prefer things made by yourself.

Xiaoqiu's own flowers were disliked.

After he squatted in the group and listened to the advice, he prepared to make a sachet.

First brush Aya Qingxuan's favorable impression of him, let her understand herself, and then confess again.

Young people are very motivated.

...

During the lunch break, Ling Qingxuan took out the bread to eat, and Zhang Ming handed over the lunch box.

"I made one more, if you don't dislike it, eat this."

Ling Qingxuan felt that the next plane would not be able to eat bread, and planned to eat more in this plane.

Except for lunch on weekdays, she ate with Youxi.

"No, thank you."

Polite and distant, Zhang Ming said, "The tableware is all new, and my cooking skills are pretty good. Let's try it."

Ling Qingxuan frowned slightly.

"Yeah, I just don't want to go to the cafeteria today, Lao Zhang, can I taste your craft?"

Editor-in-chief Huang passed by and reached out to take the lunch box.

Zhang Ming could only nod his head.

"Tong Ling, come to the office."

Ling Qingxuan bit the bread and went in, Zhang Ming poked at his lunch box, and he had no appetite at all.

In the office, Editor-in-Chief Huang opened the lunch box and praised, "It's quite fragrant, with meat and vegetables, and balanced nutrition."

"Editor Huang, is there work?"

Although Ling Qingxuan is indifferent to people who have no ill will towards him, he is no longer the same as in the beginning to reject people thousands of miles away.

"Personal affairs." Editor-in-chief Huang took a bite of the egg roll. "Our company does not object to employees falling in love, as long as it does not affect their work."

"Hmm." So tell her what this is for.

"You don't have to feel pressure, someone is chasing you, just enjoy it."

"Who is chasing me?"

Editor-in-Chief Huang:  …

Zhang Ming is so obvious, can't you stupid girl see it?

But this is also the young man's own business, and it is not good for him to intervene.

"Cough." Editor-in-chief Huang waved: "It's okay, you can go out."

Ling Qingxuan went out, and Editor-in-Chief Huang was eating.

Zhang Ming is really virtuous.

...

The bunch of flowers stood out in Aya Qingxuan's place.

It's not good for her to just throw it away because of the feelings of other people's children, but fortunately, it's better to carry it back to Youxi.

Last time he was looking for flower arrangements because of the plot.

After leaving the company, Ling Qingxuan saw He Hao again.

This guy is a ghost, right?

But what is rare is that He Hao only glanced at Ling Qingxuan with complicated eyes, but did not move.

His face seemed to be scratched, and the marks were obvious.

No one was entangled and beaten, Ling Qingxuan rolled her fingertips and went straight home.

Fei Lan then came down to check in, saw He Hao, snorted coldly, and went to find his car.

He Hao followed, "Lanlan, let's have dinner together, I ordered the western restaurant you mentioned last time."

"I made an appointment."

The last time He Hao sent her back, he took good care of her. In addition, she used him to stab Ling Qingxuan, and her attitude was not as tough as before.

"...Which son is this time?"

"He Hao, you and I are not in the same circle, don't mind my business." Fei Lan stepped on the accelerator and walked away.

He Hao, who stopped in place, put away his injured expression, stretched his face, and clicked on the tracking on his mobile phone.