After hesitating for a while, Mossen opened his mouth and asked, "Are you angry?"
Song Xi: “…”
She's shown it so obviously, can't he see it
Well, considering that they are different types and sometimes have different ideas, just understand him.
"Yes, I'm angry. Don't you plan to coax me?" It seemed that Mossen had never coaxed her before.
I don’t know what it’s like when a mermaid coaxes a woman.
"Coax?" Mo Sen frowned, and suddenly his mind popped up the routines of those online articles written by small authors, in which the big president coaxed his little wife.
In fact, for a straight man like him, it is really difficult for him to watch those greasy things all day long.
However, Song Xi is a female-oriented author, so for her, he must choose to stay in the female-oriented genre.
Fortunately, he has a strong psychological endurance, otherwise he would have been shocked by the melodramatic articles written by those small authors.
"Yes, my girlfriend is angry. As her boyfriend, shouldn't you comfort me?" She pouted. "Not trusting your girlfriend is a serious matter!"
Mawson: “…”
It was true that he was wrong, but although she kept saying that she was angry, he really didn't feel that she was angry.
"Well," Mosen thought for a moment, and suddenly looked towards her computer, "I saw the private message you edited on your computer today."
"Eh?" Song Xi was stunned. "Did Editor Huahua privately message me?"
She quickly took the computer and turned it on.
When the computer was booted up, her mind suddenly came to her senses, "No, you are trying to change the subject."
Mossen shrugged. "No, I guess you'll be surprised, happy, excited, and... unbelievable when you see that message."
Hearing him say this, Song Xi expressed doubt: "Is this true? What kind of information can make me feel so surprised, happy, excited, and incredible?"
As she spoke, she clicked on the message sent by Huahua Editor.
When her casual eyes saw the contents on the computer, her expression changed in an instant.
"What the hell!" She held the computer and stood up suddenly like a spring, swearing excitedly.
"I'm right, right?"
Mossen was obviously somewhat pleased with himself.
Song Xi ignored him and stared at the computer, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it.
"This... This can't be true?" She murmured, turning to look at the leisurely Mossen, "Is today April Fool's Day?"
"Do you think your editor would be bored enough to play such a joke on you?"
Song Xi didn't say anything, but bit her lower lip silently, causing her to cry out in pain.
Seeing this, Mo Sen couldn't help but say, "Stupid woman, you are not dreaming."
"Oh my god, I'm really not dreaming, this is too unreal!"
Song Xi sat down again with the computer in his arms and rolled around on the sofa.
Seeing her so happy, Mo Sen's mood also became better: "Isn't it just that the copyright has been sold and they are going to make a TV series? Is it so worth being happy about?"
Song Xi stopped rolling and said, "You don't understand. I'm just a nobody. I never thought that my writing would have such an opportunity. Of course I'm happy."
After a pause, she continued, "I can make a lot of money from film and television adaptations."
Well, that was her point.
Money, money, nothing is more attractive than it.
"A little money-grubber."
Mossen couldn't help but say it, a smile spreading across his lips.