Be a real Phoenix man

Ruoshui.com has always been very strict with the qualification assessment of editors. Although editors have the right to check the authors' manuscript boxes, they are absolutely not qualified to disclose the contents of the authors' manuscripts or modify the author's article information without authorization. Give them strict training.

They also have little need to go to the actor's archives.When the authors under him become famous and earn remuneration, the editor himself will also get a corresponding proportion of the commission. In other words, the editor and the author are mutually dependent. The salary is even more than the monthly income of the author.

These two roles have no conflict of interest at all.

It is also because of this editorial commission system that the editors of Ruoshui.com have always had a good relationship with the authors. The authors trust the editors to be fair and just, and the editors are serious about safeguarding the rights of the authors. It is very harmonious.

Jiang Cheng has always been proud of this.After all, other websites have heard a lot of news about discord between editors and authors, but my own website has never.

But now, Fang Yibai openly questioned his editor in front of him.

Jiang Cheng was in a bad mood.He stood up, feeling a little agitated.

Fang Yibai didn't move, he sat firmly in his seat, raised his chin slightly and looked at Jiang Cheng's expression quietly.

It seems that Jiang Cheng trusts his editors a lot.

He quietly curled up his fingers and tapped the table lightly, but his brain was thinking quickly.

If it is not the reason of Ruoshui network, where is the problem?

After a long while, he smiled suddenly, raised his wine glass, waved his hands in a downward gesture, and said with a smile: "President Jiang, please sit down, I just mentioned it casually, don't take it to heart."

"Actually, being an editor is the most difficult job. Once something goes wrong with the author, the editor is the one who will be held accountable first, and the editor is the one who is most likely to be misunderstood. I have such a sigh because of Qingluan's matter, so I am asking you Those ones."

In fact, he still has doubts in his heart, but he can't ask anything right now, so he has to give up.

This is a respect first, Jiang Cheng stared at it, and finally calmed down, he laughed twice, sat down again, and began to talk about the previous cooperation with Fang Yibai.

The two chatted until nightfall before having a good time.Fang Yibai stood at the entrance of the hotel and personally sent Jiang Cheng to the car, but asked another question before driving.

"Since both of us have the willingness to cooperate, it is better to let the employees of the two parties get to know each other as soon as possible. I wonder if Mr. Jiang can send the editor of your website to us for exchange and study, or for a speech training. We can also Take this opportunity to learn about the working methods of online new literature editors, so that when the new company opens, our editors in Hualin will not be regarded as outdated by you."

He raised his sword eyebrows, laughed heartily twice, and proposed this suggestion jokingly. Seeing that Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, he also laughed loudly for a while. He happily shook Yi Bai's arm below, Said: "You still have a quick mind. Let's do it like this. I will let Zizhan pick a few people to come over in the past two days. But you Hualin also have to send us some capable editors, that's only fair."

The two chatted and laughed for a while.Fang Yibai watched Jiang Cheng's car gradually drive away, and then walked to the parking lot behind the hotel.

The parking lot was already quiet, except for the patrolling security guards, and the tall sycamore trees around the hotel cast mottled shadows all over the place.

Fang Yibai looked down at his watch and raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is already twelve o'clock at night, and I don't know if Qing Luan has slept.Thinking of Qingluan, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and his heart seemed full. It felt like when he was a child, he secretly raised a kitten at home. Will find something to eat by itself.

Fang Yibai chuckled twice.He leaned into the car and drove home.

At this moment, there were almost no sounds of cars on the road, and he drove very fast along the way. When he arrived at Yujing City, only four or ten minutes had passed.

He backed the car into the garage, and was about to enter the door, but his footsteps stopped slightly.

He saw the roses blooming just right in the courtyard, and the bright red petals glowed with a delicate and light color under the shroud of the dim light in the courtyard.

Fang Yibai walked over and bent down to pick nine of them, and held them into a bunch, carefully carried them to the living room, took a transparent glass bottle, put them in, sprinkled some water, and put it on the second floor. In front of Qingluan's gate.

Qingluan was probably already asleep, the crack in the door was pitch black, and no light came through.

After Fang Yibai finished these, he stretched, he couldn't help but relax his movements, and went back to the bedroom.

This night, which should have been peaceful and beautiful, was filled with a touch of sweetness and concern.Fang Yibai lay on the bed, looked at the starlight shining through the cracks in the curtains, sighed suddenly, and closed his eyes.

At that time, he didn't know what kind of great changes Ye Qingluan's room was going through.

Ye Qingluan bit his lower lip tightly, forcing himself not to make a sound.He wrapped himself in the quilt, trying to suppress his heavy breathing.

In fact, he didn't fall asleep at all. From the moment Fang Yibai drove into the garage, his nerves tensed up extremely sharply.

He could hear him opening the car door, he could hear the rustling of his footsteps, he could hear him walking quickly to the garden in the courtyard, and then there was the sound of flowers being plucked, the petals seemed to be dripping with morning dew in the mist.

Then he heard Fang Yibai walking towards his room step by step.

He was extremely eager for Fang Yibai to suddenly push open the door of his room and stride over to comfort him, but he was extremely terrified that Fang Yibai would really walk in and see him like this.

Therefore, Ye Qingluan could only wrap himself tightly in the quilt, rubbing his cheeks against the soft fabric of the quilt impatiently.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment, Fang Yibai only stayed at his door for a moment, then lifted his foot and left.

But then, Ye Qingluan started another torment.

Across two doors, he could hear Fang Yibai's movements clearly.

Fang Yibai was taking off his clothes, he was unbuttoning his suit jacket, he was pulling off the belt around his waist, and he walked slowly to the inner bathroom.

Then there was the sound of the shower being turned on, and Ye Qingluan's mind was almost filled with this picture: steaming mist curled up, enveloping the man's broad and firm back.

He wished he could throw off the quilt immediately, rush out of the room, and barge in front of Fang Yibai!

An unbearable moan came out of his nose, Ye Qingluan buried his face even deeper, tears welled up in his eyes.

In fact, since this afternoon, his state has become abnormal.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is usually the time for him to code.

Ye Qingluan stroked the brand new computer that Yi Bai had prepared for him above the desk, but still felt embarrassed, so he took out his old notebook, leaned over the desk, and began to conceive the plot of the next chapter.

But for some reason, my heart can't calm down.Perhaps because of the new environment, Ye Qingluan's hidden thoughts were a little excited, a little excited, and a little nervous.

Fang Yibai's aura was too obvious in this space, it was like a tantalizing scent of wine lingering on the tip of his nose.

He couldn't help being a little intoxicated.He didn't expect that living in Mr. Fang's house would be such a feeling.

Ye Qingluan couldn't help but stood up from the computer desk and walked to the corridor.

Half a circle of corridors to the right is Mr. Fang's room. At noon, he saw Fang Yibai changing clothes and coming out from there.

Ye Qingluan tentatively took two steps, his reflection reflected on the smooth marble floor.

The door of Fang Yibai's room was not locked, and there was even a crack exposed.

Ye Qingluan stood in front of the door, blinked his eyes, couldn't help looking through the gap, and then shrank back quickly, as if being scalded.

He saw a tie that Fang Yibai threw on the edge of the bed. It was dark brown and red, with light stripes floating on the dark background.

This is a tie Mr. Fang wore today.

Subconsciously, Ye Qingluan felt that Fang Yibai's residual heat seemed to be flowing from that tie, and Fang Yibai's breath was still lingering on it.

Ye Qingluan felt that his head was getting hot.He sneaked back to his room, nestled in front of the computer, his hands were flying over the keyboard as if to cover up.

He is saving the manuscript to the estrous period of the mermaid boy. The boy protagonist has accepted his mermaid tail helplessly, but he is facing another problem.

He was deeply in love with a person in his heart, and as soon as that person appeared, he couldn't, couldn't hide the throbbing of his tail.If you can't hide it, it's like a fish that has been deprived of oxygen for too long. Once it smells the fresh air, it can't wait to jump out of the water, making ripples on the lake.

When Ye Qing reached this point, he suddenly sneered.Dejected and helpless, he leaned back on the back chair and raised his hands to cover his eyelids.

The mermaid in the novel only sees her beloved once in a few days and endures a torment, but he lives directly in Mr. Fang's house and begins to endure the torment every moment.

It's strange that Mr. Fang didn't think so when he was at home in the morning.

Ye Qingluan's thoughts spread endlessly like water.He just lay on his back on the soft seat, and suddenly felt that the aura that hooked him became stronger.

It was about to rush towards him overwhelmingly.

Ye Qingluan raised his head in bewilderment, and looked at the surrounding space helplessly, but he didn't find anything unusual when he glanced over.

He stood up staggeringly, but suddenly froze in place, motionless.

He could feel it.

——He was able to know exactly what was in Mr. Fang's room half a circle away from the corridor.

The tie that was left on the edge of the bed was the only casual thing in the whole room. It was stained with Mr. Fang's sweat and the aftertaste of cigarettes that he occasionally smoked in the office.

Further inside, bypassing the bed, is Mr. Fang's cloakroom.He clearly knew that the shirts that Fang Yibai usually changed and washed were stacked there.To the left is a row of suits hanging, and in the small drawer to the right are Mr. Fang's underwear...

Ye Qingluan covered his face in confusion and embarrassment.

This is how the same thing?

He couldn't figure it out.But before he had time to think about it, he was stunned by the changes in his body.

Not only was the tail behind him swaying and dancing without wind, like a sparrow's tail spreading, his whole body became inexplicably hot.

A certain place seemed to be gathering fire, which made him uneasy, and he couldn't help curling up and trembling into a ball.

Ye Qingluan thought that he had probably reached the point where he could be emotionally moved by smelling Mr. Fang's breath.

What a shame.

He bit his bloodshot lips in embarrassment and angrily, and rolled into the quilt.