These two days, apart from the time when Huahua’s editor informed her that her product had passed the PK and would be available on the shelves next week, we didn’t talk about anything else.
As for take-out, they no longer deliver.
This made Song Xi feel relieved. Perhaps Editor Huahua had changed his target.
Thinking of this, Song Xi was particularly energetic while typing every day.
Of course, things were not as she thought. Huahua Editor, Mossen, felt that there was no point in continuing to waste time like this.
In the past two days, he has been adjusting his mentality and trying to reappear in front of her in the best possible way.
Song Xi had no way of knowing that every night, there would be a person downstairs in her house, quietly standing under the community street lights, looking up at her windowsill which was lit with warm light.
However, what Mossen did not expect was that there was a thing in this matter called plans could not keep up with changes.
Since the work is about to be put on the shelves, Song Xi has some manuscripts in stock, but the performance of her article is pretty good, so it is inevitable that there will be some recommendations later. In addition, she has to update it frequently after it is put on the shelves, so she is afraid that the manuscripts in stock will not be enough, so she has been writing desperately these days.
Han Shao never came to bother her again since the health check-up that day.
Song Xi guessed that he was probably frightened by her room which looked like a garbage dump, and had already passed her over in his heart.
This is good, she enjoys the peace and quiet.
She has been typing all day and her brain cells are almost used up.
That afternoon, after Song Xi finished typing, she planned to go out for a walk, relax, and breathe some fresh air, otherwise she was afraid she would suffocate.
By the way, she can also go to the nearby cake shop to buy a piece of Black Forest cake, and then sit in the pavilion in the community garden, enjoying the breeze and eating it leisurely.
Well, that feels good.
Well, the Black Forest Cake is the point.
Last time she bought a piece and gave it to Grandma Wang’s grandson. In the evening, someone gave her another piece, but she didn’t dare to eat it and threw it away.
I stayed at home for several days without going out, so I really had no chance to eat cakes or anything like that.
Although you can order takeout, I always feel that exquisite desserts like cakes should be carefully selected in person in the cake shop so that they will taste better.
When she went out, the sun set a little early today. By the time she bought the cake and came out of the cake shop, the sun was no longer visible.
Only some dim orange afterglow remained.
The cake shop was a few blocks away from the community where she lived, and it would take Song Xi twenty minutes to walk back.
It would probably be dark in twenty minutes, and she still wanted to sit in the community pavilion and enjoy the cake.
Thinking about it, she chose to take a shortcut.
There are several alleys nearby, which are rarely used. It only takes a few minutes to walk through the alleys to the community.
Normally, Song Xi would not take a shortcut, after all, it was not very safe.
But today, she was completely bewitched by the cake.
Besides, it’s just this one time, so nothing should happen.
At the beginning, she could occasionally meet one or two passers-by in a hurry, but the further she went in, the fewer people there were.
Finally, she was invisible to everyone.
It’s getting closer and closer. It’s almost there.
She was almost there when she heard the sound of faint footsteps.
Just like last time, when she walked fast, her footsteps sounded fast, and when she walked slowly, her footsteps sounded slow.
Song Xi held the cake box tightly nervously, swallowing saliva in fear.
No way, again? She was not being followed again.
This time, Song Xi didn't even have the courage to look back. This was in an empty alley, not in a residential area. God knows what she would see if she looked back.