I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Lin Jun spoke very seriously, his eyes were deep, but very focused, with some sincerity and purity that did not match his status.

It makes people feel that he should not be let down, let alone deceived, and he must be treated well.

Fu Jiujiu slowly suppressed his smile, and reached out to hold his hand.

Lin Jun's hands are big, and the temperature is slightly higher than Fu Jiujiu's.

Because of playing tennis all the year round, his finger pulps and finger roots are covered with a thin layer of calluses, which gives people a very warm and safe feeling.

This made Fu Jiujiu suddenly have a very ridiculous feeling that he could lie to himself in order not to deceive him.

"Senior," he said, "let's go eat."

Fu Jiujiu did not respond to Lin Jun's words.

But the way he looked at him was very serious, as if it contained a lot of emotion, which was enough to make Lin Jun feel satisfied and happy.

So he said, "Okay."

Fu Jiujiu laughed, and said proactively, "When I'm free from work, I'll cook fish for you."

Lin Jun didn't hesitate, and said the same thing again, with a smile on his brows: "Okay."

They went out one after the other, keeping a polite and reasonable distance.

While walking through the hallway, I happened to meet some colleagues who had just returned from the restaurant.

The few people who were laughing at first stopped in unison the moment they saw Lin Jun.

It seems that there is a natural coercion on him, making people afraid to be presumptuous in front of him, but they can't look away from him.

They greeted Fu Jiujiu and Lin Jun respectively.

Fu Jiujiu responded with a smile, while Lin Jun nodded very politely, looking very distant.

When they passed each other, almost everyone noticed that Fu Jiujiu seemed a little different, but no one could tell exactly what was different.

It seems that the complexion is better than usual, because even the lips look redder than usual.

As if changing from pink cherry blossoms to red cherries, people also appear softer.

That softness was different from the softness he usually showed.

In fact, Fu Jiujiu is not an airy editor-in-chief.

He has his own very soft side in dealing with people and dealing with his subordinates, but this softness does not prevent him from showing his inner muscles in a timely manner.

For example, he has a strong professional ethics, pursues excellence professionally, and is more principled than ordinary people...

Like a pole of bamboo.

Because of his flexible muscles, even though he joined the office late and was relatively young, he still won the respect of most members of the office.

But the gentleness he displayed today seems to have removed even the inner muscles and bones.

It is a kind of softness that has no sense of distance and is completely defenseless.

The corridor to go out was a bit narrow, and when they reached the door, someone rushed in recklessly and almost bumped into Fu Jiujiu.

Lin Jun reached out and hooked him into his arms calmly, turned around slightly, and protected him inside.

Although the man stopped in time, he still bumped into Lin Jun's elbow.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The young man was a new intern, just graduated from university, a little reckless, he couldn't help apologizing when he bumped into someone.

Lin Jun responded politely: "It's okay."

But then added: "But you can be more careful next time."

The young man was a little nervous and couldn't help but glance at their editor-in-chief.

Fu Jiujiu laughed, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, but said the same thing: "It's okay, but you can be more careful next time."

It wasn't until they bent out together that one of the female employees whispered: "Don't you think that Editor Fu is a little different today?"

"It seems to be," another said, "it feels like waxy."

Someone laughed: "Nuo Nuo? You actually said that about Fu Bian?"

"Maybe it's because Mr. Lin's aura is too strong, and the contrast is more obvious." The person who said Nuo Nuo at first explained jokingly.

The reckless intern just now also interjected with lingering fear: "I thought that a high-ranking person like Mr. Lin should be very proud, but I didn't expect that he would be so careful with Editor Fu."

For some reason, as soon as he said this, the office was suddenly quiet for a moment.

After a while, someone said: "Impossible?"

"That's right," said another person, "Although Fu Bian is good everywhere, there are only three or two Shanglin's that can be matched in this city. It's better not to make big cakes for Fu Bian."

"That's right" someone said: "And Mr. Lin is so good, who can't find him? No matter how good Fu Bian is, he's just a drop in the water. It's more comfortable to find a well-matched second generation. "

"That's right," everyone discussed enthusiastically, "It's already very lucky to have a senior like Mr. Lin."

"Ah?" The daredevil boy scratched his head in confusion: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Lin Jun and Fu Jiujiu walked to the restaurant in the building next door as usual.

There was a hidden path between the two buildings, and Fu Jiujiu took him around there.

There was almost no one on the trail, and they held hands openly.

But the disadvantage is that the trail is very short, and they arrived at their destination very quickly.

There are very few boxes in this restaurant, all of which are located on the second floor.

It was lunch time, and many people lined up with number plates in the small hall at the entrance.

The moment Fu Jiujiu entered the box, he couldn't help being very curious, wondering how Lin Jun's assistant managed to book a box easily during the peak dining hours.

Lin Jun's assistant seemed to be very good. He saw that Lin Jun had ordered many difficult tasks, and she could finish them quickly and well.

Fu Jiujiu was a little envious, and really wanted an equally capable assistant.

The window of the box is open, and the wind blows in through the window, bringing with it the unique fresh breath of spring.

A little sunlight shines on the edge of the mahogany dining table, warm and bright.

When Lin Jun sat down, the light hit the side of his eyes, making the eyelashes of that eye almost transparent and very slender.

Without realizing it, he lowered his head and carefully wiped the tableware, first Fu Jiujiu's, then his own.

Fu Jiujiu leaned against the window to watch him, and couldn't help thinking of the first time they came to this restaurant.

That day, the piano piece played in the restaurant was "Autumn Whispers". Lin Jun said that it was his prenatal education music, and he hoped to listen to that piece before leaving.

He then told him that he wished he had known him from a little earlier.

Fu Jiujiu's heart became very soft, and he couldn't even remember his state of mind at that time.

I just remember that after the song ended that night, there was a little sleet outside.

Lin Jun wrapped him in his coat, and left with his arms around him.

Let the memory of that day in his mind be only warm and comfortable, without the slightest bit of cold.

"Brother," he couldn't help asking, "is that our first time in this restaurant?"

Lin Jun was startled, and then realized: "Well, this is the second time."

He seldom brought Fu Jiujiu to this kind of ordinary restaurant, most of them went to very private or very special places.

Because those places have better service, more entertainment, and more appetizing meals.

Fu Jiujiu didn't know what was going on in his heart, so when he heard his answer, he was very happy, and smiled at him and rolled his eyes.

He said: "I want to experience more firsts with you, the firsts of many, many things."

Lin Jun looked up at him, and saw his own shadow in those eyes.

The corners of his lips were flattened a little, but Fu Jiujiu said mysteriously: "Including the first unspoken rules tonight."

Lin Jun became a little helpless, and finally couldn't help laughing, and kicked Fu Jiujiu's toe under the table with his toe.

Fu Jiujiu stepped on the toe of Lin Jun's leather shoe without hesitation.

Lin Jun didn't take it away, let him step on it, and asked him: "Which artist's team are you going to discuss cooperation with tonight?"

"Warm banquet." Fu Jiujiu said, took a sip from the wine glass.

Lin Jun usually doesn't care about these trivial matters, so he lowered his head and sent a message to his assistant, asking her to deal with it.

"The evening will be over soon," he said. "I'll be waiting for you at home."

Fu Jiujiu's eyes sparkled, and he took another sip of wine to hide his nervousness: "It's good to be close to the boss."

Immediately, he decided that when he served Lin Jun at night, he could not be called "senior" or "brother," but "big brother."

He pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes became a little ambiguous.

Lin Jun was slightly taken aback by him, but he corrected him immediately: "It's not next to you."

"What is that 'up' or how is it 'up'?" Fu Jiujiu couldn't help teasing him, and spoke yellow accents.

Lin Jun looked at him for a moment, even though he was in the box, he still put his hand under the table, took his hand from below, and squeezed his palm lightly, as if complaining: "Who did you learn from?"

Then he replied: "You will know at night."

Fu Jiujiu was so amused by his appearance, bent down and took a paper towel to wipe his dirty shoes, then reached into his trousers and touched his calf.

The moment he felt his muscles tense, he couldn't help laughing under the table.

After that, he was pulled into his arms very angrily, pressed tightly against the dining table and kissed.

It was not until the waiter knocked on the door that he was able to return to his seat.

This afternoon, under the impetus of Wuyun reciprocating, public opinion continued to ferment.

The various brands that Zhiren cooperated with also let go of their concerns, and boldly reposted Qingren's related Weibo.

Formally standing behind him as an ally to support him.

Among the many microblogs of support, Fu Jiujiu only reposted FY's Weibo.

Because in the whole incident, when he was at the lowest point, only FY did not question him.

Even if it wasn't for Lin Jun, it was enough to make him feel grateful.

With a series of promotions from the outside world, the manga holding blade has once again climbed to a new peak on the basis of being very popular.

The most intuitive manifestation is that Fu Jiujiu's mailbox is almost overwhelmed by emails from major brands in just one meal.

The blessing of WUYUN and the brand new way of cooperation, and the huge benign effects it brings...

Each item made Zhiren's worth and status quickly surpass the definition of general comics and rise to a new height.

So much so that the cooperation price sent by these brands was several times higher than the original price released by Fu Jiujiu.

Fu Jiujiu browsed through it briefly, but did not reply to any of them.

Holding the pen in his hand, he remembered something.

When Zhiren was first commercialized, he had imagined that maybe one day, he would have the opportunity to open his own studio.

At that time, he could only focus on comics, and leave the commercial things to others.

However, at that time he thought it was very remote and remote.

Even if there is that day, it should be many years later.

But the development of holding the blade has far exceeded his imagination.

Dozens of cooperation invitations from high-end brands in the mailbox made him realize that the influence of Zhiren is probably higher than he imagined.

So much so that the moment he only dared to imagine would come so soon.

He conducts business with some concerns.

I have never deliberately paid attention to the trend of public opinion on the Internet.

In his heart, the overall situation of this matter has been decided, and it doesn't make much sense whether he looks at it or not.

Both his and Wuyun's goals have been achieved, even much better than expected. As for the others, he doesn't have much energy and time for them.

After all, everyone should pay the price for their actions.

After get off work, Mary knocked on the door as soon as possible.

Fu Jiujiu thought she was here to remind him of the negotiation tonight.

In fact, he has handed over the actual operation of this project to Mary, so she will attend the negotiation with him in the evening.

He raised his head from his official duties and said to her, "Wait a minute, I'll be fine soon."

"Editor Fu." Mary hesitated for some reason, and looked at him very strangely, as if she was looking at a stranger.

"What's wrong?" Fu Jiujiu smiled suspiciously, raised his hand to touch his cheek: "Is there something on my face?"

"Editor Fu, you can look online." Mary said, and then said very uncertainly: "Editor Fu, are you really the green blade? You drew the blade?"

Mary's voice was not high, but it exploded in Fu Jiujiu's ear like a thunder.

His gaze was fixed on her face in a daze, and it took him a while to react, and he asked her in surprise, "What did you say?" Did something go wrong? How could Mary know that he was the Green Blade?Or did he hear wrong?

Fu Jiujiu looked at Mary without blinking, and saw her lips began to open and close.

Every word and sentence before became very clear, mercilessly drilled into his ears.

Fu Jiujiu didn't say anything, because he felt his throat became very tight.

Like a fine, sand-and-dust mixture, he couldn't breathe.

Then he felt his heartbeat, which became very irregular.

Mary knew it, so, did Lin Jun also know it?

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!