This Wanzi is definitely the first person who dares to scold the editor.
Being brave is not such a big deal.
Mossen closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and sent a few words.
As for Song Xi, she really wanted to chop off her own hands. How could she be so stupid? She sent the message that was clearly meant for her cousin to the editor.
This cannot be blamed on her, since her cousin and editor are next to each other in her recent contacts.
By the time she realized it, it was too late to withdraw.
Song Xi said she wanted to cry. Last time she sent a bunch of angry words, but Editor Huahua was generous and didn't bother with her. Well, this time she just cursed.
Moreover, this happened after I got the recommended position. I will be blacklisted without any explanation. I am afraid I will be in trouble.
I wonder if it would be any use if she explains now
Just when she was feeling extremely frustrated, her computer vibrated.
Without even looking, she knew it was Huahua's message. No one else could be so desperate as to commit suicide.
Just as she was considering whether to play dead, the computer vibrated again.
Song Xi swallowed and opened the conversation box with trembling hands.
"Um?"
"Meatballs? You probably need a pot of hot oil."
Song Xi: “…”
This joke is not funny at all.
Lack of hot oil? Are you going to fry her in the pan
How terrible! Editor Huahua is really angry.
"Well, Master Huahua, please listen to my explanation. Things are not as you see. This is a misunderstanding."
Mossen leaned back in his chair idly, the dim light from the computer screen shining on his face, making his already unusually charming and feminine face even more mysterious and seductive.
Seeing Rouwanzi’s reply, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. Misunderstanding
Come to think of it, this is already the second time.
Is this little author going to heaven
"explain."
He sent two words indifferently, Song Xi took a look and started typing hurriedly.
The silver eyes looked at the word "explanation" he had sent, and Mossen suddenly found that he seemed to be particularly patient with this bold meatball.
In fact, chatting with her is more interesting than chatting with Song Xi, and makes me happier.
why is that
He obviously likes Song Xi, and he knows exactly how she feels.
Is it because we are separated by the Internet that the feeling is different from that in reality
Mossen was puzzled by this and tugged at his collar in annoyance.
Song Xi sent a long explanation with shaking hands.
"Hua Hua, this is really a misunderstanding. I don't mean to scold you, but your name and my cousin's name are next to each other in the recent contacts, so I was dazzled and my hands were not good, so I sent it to the wrong person."
"Master Huahua, is this explanation clear enough?"
Mossen took a quick glance and thought her explanation was quite acceptable.
"You've been quite active recently. Have you written anything?"
For small authors like this, instead of having time to fool around, it would be more practical to write more words.
Song Xi felt a little dizzy. He asked others to type when they had a disagreement. So did he believe it or not
"Oh, I'm going to write some words."
Song Xi felt that it was enough to finish what he was saying and not to ask any other unnecessary questions. The best thing to do was to get out of here as soon as possible.
In fact, she has already typed out the 10,000 words today, and now she only needs to save 4,000 drafts.
Mossen expressed satisfaction with her well-behaved behavior.
Just as I was about to log off, I saw that Rouwanzi had changed his signature to a new one.
"We are both called Song Xi, why is there such a big difference?"