Morning, the Heir

Chapter 12: Red underpants

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Sure enough, not long after she arrived at the magazine, she saw Wang Feng aggressively entering the editor's office. Within two minutes, the editor told her to go in.

No need to think about it, that bastard Wang Feng pushed the responsibility on her again.

Lin Xiaomi knocked on the editor-in-chief's office after he had prepared his emotions.

The editor-in-chief Xu Nan is a serious and old-fashioned middle-aged man. He looked at Lin Xiaomi with stern eyes, and just asked "What's going on?", and Lin Xiaomi's tears began to flow down like money.

"Editor-in-Chief, woo woo woo, I didn't mean not to deliver batteries to Brother Wang, it's because I accidentally hit someone in a car accident on the way, woo woo woo, the other party bled a lot, grabbed me and wouldn't let me go, I was scared to death and lost a lot of money, woo woo woo, he has been pestering me every day for the past two days, I have never seen so much blood... "

Everyone in the magazine office could hear Lin Xiaomi's hoarse cry!

Xu Nan was howled by her for a long time before she came back to her senses: "Enough! Don't cry! Are you... injured?"

Only then did Lin Xiaomi shut her mouth, and sobbed a few times from time to time, and touched her arm: "It's just a bump, it's okay."

Xu Nan waved his hands with a headache: "Then you go out first."

After a pause, I remembered the next sentence: "You will not be deducted for full attendance this time. Next time...be careful when driving."

"Yes! Editor-in-Chief!" Lin Xiaomi glanced lightly at Wang Feng who was standing beside him with a livid face, and walked out sobbing.

In the next second, the entire magazine office heard the voice of the editor-in-chief: "Wang Feng, you are a professional reporter, don't you check your equipment before following the shoot? There is no battery, I really don't know what else to say about you, yourself It can be figured out, if the skylight is opened in this issue, you can do it yourself!"

Seeing Lin Xiaomi coming out, Wen Jing pretended to comfort her, and when no one else was paying attention, she gave her a thumbs up: "The acting skills are getting better and better."

Lin Xiaomi held her hand and opened her mouth to bite: "I can't always take the blame for him! Besides, I really bumped into someone, and... still..."

Seeing her blushing, Wen Jing couldn't speak for a long time, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? You scared me to death when you mentioned the car accident before. I thought you were hit!"

He was also blackmailed by someone, serving him every day like a servant girl, let the other party enter the room when he was soft-hearted, and now stays at her house, wearing her bathrobe and sleeping on her bed...

But Lin Xiaomi couldn't say these words, even if Wen Jing was her good friend, she couldn't say it.

"It's nothing, he deserves it anyway! He thought I was a bully!" Lin Xiaomi gritted his teeth viciously.

Yes, do you think she is easy to bully

Thinking of the man who changed his face instantly after entering the room, Lin Xiaomi squinted his eyes.

Because she crashed into a car and looked very pitiful, the editor-in-chief kindly gave her another half-day off.

Lin Xiaomi went to a nearby wholesale market, and bought Leng Yihuang two sets of clothes, two sets of pajamas, and... ten pairs of low-quality red underpants.

I thought I would see Leng Yihuang blowing his hair, but in fact, Leng Yihuang just smiled lightly, and then told her: "Go and cook, I'm hungry."

Lin Xiaomi glanced at him suspiciously, why didn't she show any dislike

The lunch he ordered at noon was still in the trash can in the kitchen, but he basically didn't eat it, which is really picky.

Leng Yihuang didn't have a key in his hand, so he couldn't go out. When she came back, he put on slippers and took out all the garbage in the house, and went out to get a key by the way.