Thinking about it, she found the editor's group, looked at the Huahua editor online on the phone on the screen, hesitated for a while, and then clicked on the conversation box.
"Editor Huahua, are you there?"
It’s just past seven o’clock now, and I don’t know if Editor Huahua has arrived at work yet.
At the same time, Mossen, who was lying on the bed, felt his cell phone vibrate.
He opened his phone and couldn't help but smile when he saw the message sent by Meatball.
"Um."
Song Xi stared at the word "hmm" for about dozens of seconds, thinking carefully before organizing his words.
"Hua Hua, I have read the announcement. Thank you for helping me clarify it."
When Mossen saw her reply, he raised his eyebrows slightly, his fingertips danced lightly on the screen of the mobile phone, and he quickly typed out a message.
"You are a member of my team. If something goes wrong, I should be responsible."
Song Xi choked.
Although she didn't know much about the editing industry, she knew that as an editor-in-charge, there was no need for her to do this for her writers.
Besides, similar things have happened before, but Zhongxia, or editor Huahua, has never taken it so seriously.
Song Xi said that he really couldn't understand Huahua's editor's thoughts.
Unable to figure it out, she simply shook her head and stopped thinking about it.
But... Song Xi shifted his gaze back to the screen. Editor Huahua's words somehow gave off a domineering vibe, like the big CEO in a romance novel.
If the editor Huahua wasn't a woman, she would really like to hook up with her.
Well, just think about it.
Mo Mo thought about random things in her mind for a while, then shook her head and refocused her attention.
"Anyway, thank you very much, Huahua." She added a very cute expression after saying this.
When Mo Sen saw her cute expression, he couldn't help but think of how she looked when she was acting cute and coquettish.
Mmm… Mmm cute.
I really want to rub it.
"You're welcome." A very simple and perfunctory reply.
Song Xi looked at the computer screen and suddenly remembered something.
His hands were typing quickly on the keyboard.
"Hua Hua, how do you know that I gave my thin outline to Zhu Zhu?"
She clearly did not tell Huahua Editor about this matter, but among the screenshots posted by Huahua Editor were screenshots of the chat between Zhuzhu and Chunxia.
She remembered that she had only mentioned this matter to Mossen.
She guessed that after something like this happened, Zhuzhu would not dare to take the initiative to find Huahua editor and tell the editor that it was all her fault, right
When Mo Sen saw the question she sent, he was stunned.
How could he have forgotten about this
His eyes rolled and he responded quickly.
“The author found me.”
As soon as he sent it, he immediately added: "Go and type!"
Then, it went offline.
Song Xi looked at the portrait that had turned gray with a confused look on his face, a little unable to recover from the shock.
So what does this mean
It's changing too fast.
Moreover, why did she inexplicably have the illusion that the editor was trying to change the subject and quickly run away
Well, it’s an illusion, it must be an illusion.
She knocked her head and thought, what was there to run away from Huahua Editor? She must be busy.
Song Xi pursed her lips and looked up at the bedroom. Mossen hadn't gotten up yet.
Then she had to hurry up and type, otherwise the cook would come and force her to eat again.
Just as I opened the document and was about to start typing, the bedroom door opened.
Song Xi's hand, which had just been placed on the keyboard to type, froze.
Bad luck...