Mossen took the laptop and looked through everything she had just browsed.
When Mossen saw the insults against her, her face suddenly darkened.
Song Xi lay on the sofa, looking listless and in a particularly bad mood.
Mossen closed the computer, put it aside, and sighed softly, feeling a bit disappointed with his friend.
"So you're defeated?"
Song Xi lazily opened her eyelids and looked at him, opening her mouth: "No."
She didn't plagiarize, nor is she the kind of person who is easily vulnerable. How could she be defeated so easily
Those uncivilized remarks have no influence on her.
She was just wondering what was going on between her and Chunxia.
In a situation like this, it must be the person who posted later and whose article has fewer words than the other person who is plagiarizing.
But Song Xi herself knew very well that she did not plagiarize.
Even the plot she was going to write next was similar to what Chunxia had already updated, which made her very confused.
"Then why do you look so listless?" Mossen curled his lips slightly and raised his hand to rub the hair on her forehead.
Song Xi pouted: "I just feel a little sorry for my editor."
"Huh?" Mossen was stunned, a little confused.
"My editor has been very nice to me recently. She has given me many recommendations and even asked me to fill out a film and television adaptation recommendation form. But now something like this has happened. She will definitely be disappointed."
As Song Xi spoke, she suddenly raised her head and stared straight at Mo Sen's face: "If my editor knew about this, would he also think that I was plagiarizing?"
"Won't."
Mossen uttered two words in a decisive tone.
"How can you be so sure?" Song Xi expressed curiosity.
Mossen's smile deepened. "Because your editor must know that you are stupid and not smart enough to take shortcuts by plagiarizing."
Song Xi: “…”
Is this a comfort? I feel hurt for no apparent reason.
"What about you? Do you believe me? Do you think I'm plagiarizing?"
"I believe you," Mossen looked into her eyes steadily, "If there is anything in this world that I can trust, it's you."
Song Xi's heart couldn't help but beat violently.
A warm feeling ran through my heart. It felt so good to be trusted wholeheartedly by someone.
Before Song Xi could finish feeling touched, Mo Sen stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hands.
"There's nothing to worry about. Eat first, then find your editor."
Song Xi curled her lips silently. Couldn't Mo Sen let her be touched for a while longer? It seemed like he just stared at her while she ate.
What a boring man.
Although he was complaining in his heart, Song Xi still started eating obediently.
Mo Sen accompanied her and ate a little, waiting until Song Xi finished her breakfast.
He tidied the small coffee table and went to wash the dishes.
That posture gives the impression of a good wife and mother.
After a few days of rest, the wound on Mossen's arm has almost healed.
You just can't do some heavy work, but you can do things like washing dishes and cooking.
Song Xi was still thinking about finding her editor Hua Hua to talk about the plagiarism.
But she decided to go to the backend of the website first. As soon as she entered the backend, she found that she had received a text message.
When I opened it, it was about the plagiarism incident.
This plagiarism incident caused quite a stir, with many readers reporting her for plagiarism.
The website currently has her on hiatus while she waits for the color palette to come out.