When Xiao Jinang arrived at the company in the morning, he saw a pile of manuscripts at the door. Editor Lin was wearing glasses and checking the addresses one by one with the courier, preparing to return these things to their original places.
Editor Lin's eyesight was blurry, and with so many manuscripts, he was bound to be confused. He had just handed over a file packet, but then he realized something and immediately pulled it back: "Oops, no, no, the address on this manuscript is wrong. I mixed it up with the previous one."
The delivery guy had been tortured by him to the point of losing his temper. He squatted on the ground and fanned himself with his hat, saying, "Uncle, can you check the address carefully? I got three wrong just now. I have to go to another place to pick up the package later. If I'm late, I'll be fined."
Editor-in-Chief Lin was very proud, and he couldn't hold back his face when he heard this. He said unhappily, "Why are you so anxious? I'm checking it right now. You're so young, why are you so impatient?"
The courier boy was so upset that he grabbed his hair and said, "It will be dark by the time you finish checking!"
Editor Lin was about to say something when he glanced at Xiao Jinang outside. He immediately puffed his beard and glared at him, "Xiao Jinang? What are you doing here?!"
He is narrow-minded and holds a grudge. He still remembers that Xiao Jinang hung up on him because he didn't come to work yesterday.
But Xiao Jinang didn't bear grudges. Hearing this, he poked his furry head out of the door with bright eyes and said, "Boss, I came to see if you need any help."
Editor-in-Chief Lin didn't give him a good face: "No need, go wherever you want to cool down!"
Without Xiao Jinang, this rat shit, can he still make rice porridge?! Editor Lin felt angry every time he looked at him. After saying this, he continued to hand over the documents to the courier boy while holding his glasses. As a result, he found that the courier boy looked absent-minded and couldn't help looking to the side out of the corner of his eye.
Editor Lin barely suppressed his temper, frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"
The courier boy quickly retracted his gaze and shook his head: "Nothing, nothing."
Editor-in-Chief Lin found something wrong and looked to the side suspiciously, only to see Xiao Jinang running in from outside at some point. He was sitting under the air conditioner in the office, shaking his head, looking very comfortable.
"Snapped!"
Editor Lin saw this and threw the document onto the table with a deafening sound. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "Xiao Jinang! Do you want to piss me off to death?!"
Xiao Jinang was sitting under the air conditioner. Seeing that Lin Bian was angry, he looked up and said carefully, "Boss, I just wanted to see if you can help me."
He always had the ability to make people feel soft-hearted. He looked at Lin Bian eagerly, and no one could bear to scold him. Seeing this, Lin Bian choked on his breath, which was stuck in his throat and turned blue.
The delivery guy fanned himself with his hat and tried to smooth things over: "Uncle, you have employees, so why do you have to work so hard?"
Editor Lin glared at him and said, "You know shit."
After saying this, he snorted heavily, turned around and went straight back to his private office, closing the door with a loud bang.
The courier boy thought that this old man must be in menopause. Why is he so difficult to serve? He turned his head and looked at Xiao Jinang: "Your boss doesn't want to do it anymore, so you do it. Hurry up, I have something else to do this afternoon."
Xiao Jinang finally reacted and immediately stood up to help check the manuscript. He was obviously much faster than Lin, but the workload was too heavy and he was almost done by 2pm.
The courier boy finally left this troubled place with a large box of documents. Xiao Jinang saw that there was no one else he needed help with, so he was ready to leave too. After all, he had been fired yesterday. However, just as he opened the door, a heavy cough suddenly sounded behind him, and he immediately retracted his hand in fright.
Editor Lin opened the door at some point and glared at Xiao Jinang unhappily, "It's still a few hours before the end of get off work, where are you planning to go?"
Xiao Jinang's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Boss, can I still continue to work? Aren't you going to fire me?"
Lin thought to himself what had gone wrong with him to attract such an idiot: "I'm telling you, this won't happen again. If you're absent from work without reason next time, I'll deduct half a month's salary from you."
After saying that, he picked up the coat on the chair and prepared to go out for lunch. Before leaving, he only said, "I have something to do. You stay here and remember to lock the door when you get off work."
Xiao Jinang was so efficient that he had almost finished all the work for the day. After Editor Lin left, he could only sit in front of the computer and stare blankly for the remaining hours. Just as he was thinking about whether to clean up and find something to do, the group chat assistant suddenly rang, indicating that someone was online.
Ding! Sang Feiwan is online!
Ding! Sang Feiwan is offline.
Maybe it was because of the bad signal in the cultivation world, Sang Feiwan, who wrote erotic novels, was the last one to come online, but for some reason, he went offline again in less than two seconds. Because the speed was so fast, no one in the group noticed it.
But Xiao Jinang was the group owner, so he found that the background records showed that Sang Feiwan had not logged off at all, the other party just became invisible.
Xiao Jinang scratched his head in confusion, and secretly poked Sang Feiwan: Dear host, are you online
Sang Feiwan replied not long after: Yes, I'm here.
Xiao Jinang was even more puzzled, and took advantage of working hours to sneak around and chat with Sang Feiwan: Then why did you become invisible
Sang Feiwan curled his lips slightly and said with the attitude of an experienced person: You don’t understand, when you are invisible, you can not only avoid a lot of useless quarrels, but also make it easier to collect information.
After he finished speaking, he sighed slightly, seeming a little sad: But I didn’t expect that Teacher Jiang was still so hostile to me. Before I could do anything, he reported me for writing pornographic articles and asked someone to kick me out of the group. How dare I go online
Jiang Weimian still dislikes Sang Feiwan as always.
Sang Feiwan has been enjoying tea for the same reason for the past ten years.
Xiao Jinang comforted him: It’s okay, you are all Xiao Jinang’s good friends, Xiao Jinang will not kick you out of the group.
Sang Feiwan seemed a little unconvinced: Really
Xiao Jinang nodded repeatedly: Really!
Sang Feiwan then smiled and patiently advised: Xiao Jin Gang, I was right about you. We are best friends, right
However, Xiao Jinang was very calm: You are all Xiao Jin Gang's best friends~
This made Sang Feiwan choke on the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He thought to himself that he was so stupid. Why should he be so serious about a diamond? How did you complete your mission
Xiao Jinang glanced at his darkening degree and found that it seemed to have dropped a little in the morning: 43 left.
While his girlfriend was in seclusion practicing and had nothing to do, Sang Feiwan started to mislead the student: Your speed is too slow, do you want me to teach you how to slow down
Xiao Jinang was just naive, not ignorant. Hearing this, he said hesitantly: But your speed seems to be slower than mine
Sang Feiwan was not embarrassed at all: That’s because I want to lower the degree of darkness of both personalities at the same time, otherwise I would definitely be faster than you.
The lower the degree of blackening, the better. Xiao Jinang thought for a moment after hearing this, and finally decided to ask humbly: Can you teach me then
Sang Feiwan: Darkness represents hatred, and what is the antonym of hatred
Xiao Jinang asked tentatively: Love
Although Sang Feiwan has turned over a new leaf and no longer plays with people's feelings, he still has great interest in teaching others about their emotional issues from a distance: You guessed it right, it's love. If you want to successfully reduce the villain's degree of evil, you must make him fall in love with you.
This sentence sounds malicious, but it does make sense. Sang Feiwan is the only host who has played the game thoroughly. He waited for the little diamond to ask him blankly how to make the villain fall in love with him, but after waiting for a long time, he only got one sentence -
Are you referring to Doctor Ming? But Doctor Ming is already with me.
After Xiao Jinang finished speaking, he lay down on the table. His ears that were exposed turned pink. He thought that Dr. Ming must like him very much, otherwise he would definitely not be with him.
When Sang Feiwan heard this, the smile on his face froze, and he almost suspected that he had heard it wrongly: What did you say
Xiao Jinang repeated again: Doctor Ming and I are already together, he is my boyfriend now.
Sang Feiwan suddenly felt that the world was a bit mysterious after hearing this. How could a stupid diamond like Xiao Jin Gang actually find a way to be single? And so soon
Sang Feiwan was puzzled: Are you sure?!
Xiao Jinang: OK.
Sang Feiwan: …
It took Sang Feiwan a minute to accept this fact, but fortunately he was mentally strong and managed to keep his composure. He asked tentatively: So, after you got together, didn’t you do anything
If it were in the past, Xiao Jinang would definitely not understand what he was asking, but now, he suddenly understood it like an old driver: Do you mean making love
Sang Feiwan raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that Xiao Jinang actually understood this easy-to-understand word. It seemed that the other party's vocabulary was unexpectedly rich. She smiled slightly and said in a seductive tone: Yes, that's right, it means rolling in the sheets.
This little Diamond is so silly, he must have only a vague understanding of that kind of thing, maybe he would even be shy about holding hands now, he still needs him to teach him.
However, Xiao Jinang's next words once again shattered his three views: Get out.
Xiao Jinang said in a low voice somewhat embarrassedly: But I didn’t quite understand it the first time, it was Doctor Ming who taught me.
He probably knew that his skills were not very good, otherwise Dr. Ming would not have had such a look of hidden pain that night, kept asking him to stop, and even cried softly on his shoulder until his voice became hoarse.
Xiao Jinang felt that he really needed to ask Sang Feiwan for advice on this issue, so he asked tentatively: Can you teach me a little bit about this
Sang Feiwan was as quiet as a chicken:…
Xiao Jinang poked him in confusion: Are you still online
Sang Feiwan finally came back to his senses from his daze and replied with mixed emotions: … I’m here.
Xiao Jinang is very sensitive to human emotions: Are you unhappy about something
Sang Feiwan wiped his face, adjusted his mood and smiled: "I'm fine, nothing happened. You don't know much about that, right? It doesn't matter, I'll teach you."
As a former porn writer, Sang Feiwan knew at least 70% of the love affairs. He taught Xiao Jinang unspeakable knowledge for an entire afternoon, including preparation beforehand, handling afterward, and how to make a partner feel comfortable when doing such things, as well as several difficult positions that could be unlocked. In the final summary, he also recommended his previous works.
Sang Feiwan: If you still don’t understand something, you can read my previous novels, "xxx", "xxx", and "xxx", which are all very detailed.
Xiao Jinang tried to search online, but found that it didn't work: the books you mentioned seemed to be locked.
Sang Feiwan: Are they all locked
Xiao Jinang confirmed again and nodded: Yes, they are all locked.
Sang Feiwan exhaled slowly and said with difficulty: It’s locked... Then lock it. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me online.
After he finished speaking, perhaps because he was too frustrated, he went offline directly.
Xiao Jinang scratched his head when he saw this, thinking that Sang Feiwan's signal was bad, and didn't think much about it. He checked the time on his phone and found that it was almost time to get off work, so he stood up, turned off the power, locked the door, and prepared to pick up Ming Zhou after get off work.
Ming Zhou received three visitors today and had little rest the whole day. It was not until the alarm clock beeped twice that he realized it was time to get off work.
He fumbled to sort out the documents on the table, then stood up from his chair and prepared to leave work. However, before leaving, he remembered something, paused, and turned back to the window.
Ming Zhou suddenly remembered that there was a pot of flowers with insects on the windowsill. If I didn't throw it away, it would probably rot and stink.
He reached out his hand and groped on the windowsill, and soon he touched a cold flower pot. Out of blind man's instinct, Ming Zhou habitually used his fingertips to feel the shape of the leaves, but they were not dry and wrinkled as he imagined, on the contrary, smooth and full of vitality.
"… "
Ming Zhou paused slightly, as if to confirm something, and then felt around carefully with his fingertips. This time he did not touch any leaves, but instead felt a few tiny flower buds, the size of soybeans. Although they had not yet opened, he could still smell a faint fragrance.
So Ming Zhou finally knew that the flower he raised was jasmine...
A flower that should have died but came back to life...
The assistant in the consulting room would come over to help turn off the lights every time she got off work. She thought Ming Zhou had already left, but when she opened the door, she saw him standing by the window, lost in thought.
The sun had already set, and through a transparent glass window, outside was a large expanse of gorgeous sunset glow, so beautiful that it was breathtaking. Mingri's nose, hair, and even his white shirt were all coated with a layer of light orange. He stood motionless by the window, maintaining a posture of lowering his eyes, as if looking at something. Under his fingertips was a pot of flowers with spreading branches and leaves, and the leaves were as green as jade.
The assistant asked tentatively: "Teacher Ming?"
Ming Zhou came back to his senses. Due to the lighting, his face was a little unclear: "Did you change the flower pot?"
The assistant took a look at him and realized what he was talking about: "No, I was on vacation yesterday and didn't come to work. Is there something wrong with the flowers?"
Ming Zhou shook his head and took his hand back: "Nothing."
He paused and added, "Thank you for watering it for me. I can't see it and I'm afraid I'll water it too much."
The assistant naturally agreed and said with a smile: "Teacher Ming, this pot of flowers is growing much better than before. Maybe it will bloom in two days."
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has dropped to 39. Please continue to work hard~
Xiao Jinang was rushing to Ming Zhou's workplace when he suddenly heard the system prompt sound, and he was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the psychological counseling room, but he saw in the distance that it was already late, there was a sea of people, and the neon lights on the street were lit up one after another, as bright as day.