If the reminder fails, you will be teased

"It's not surprising that editor-in-chief Guo would say that." During the break, Li Ya took Luo Wangshu to the company's tea room, pushed him onto the single sofa, and went to fetch two puddings and iced milk tea and put them on the round table Go up, and then sit across from him. "It's the first time Qiao Wei has raped the same person in a row like this."

Luo Wangshu: "..."

Li Ya just used the word "whole", right?

Luo Wangshu paused the movement of delivering pudding to his mouth, and slowly put down the spoon, feeling that it was not a bit or two in his heart: "Listen to what you said before, isn't he always like this?"

"He has a lot of strange tricks to delay manuscripts, and there are many editors who have been in charge of him." Li Ya smiled and waved his hand. "I pretended to be smiling for the whole first two days, and then it was like a missing person. No one could find him, so how can I not get tired of it twice or three times? It's not because I like you, but why?"

Luo Wangshu couldn't take it anymore, and frowned slightly: "Can't you change the word?"

Why does he feel so uncomfortable when he uses his liking on Qiao Wei's tricks on him.

"Hahahahaha, there are many kinds of things you like, okay?" Li Ya couldn't help laughing, almost choking on the milk tea, coughing while laughing, her shoulders trembling. "What word do you want me to change to? He doesn't like you, but he likes you?"

What Luo Wangshu said before obviously didn't mean this, but Li Ya misinterpreted it so much, he thought about it for a while, and made himself embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant." Luo Wangshu looked at her with a wry smile.

Of course Li Ya knew that he didn't mean that, but he just wanted to tease him on purpose, and changed the subject immediately after achieving his goal, so as not to embarrass Luo Wangshu: "Are you still going to Qiao Wei's house today?"

"Yes." Speaking of this, Luo Wangshu couldn't help but sighed. "Even if I go, he can't write [-] words in one day."

"He can finish it." Li Ya looked at him sympathetically. "His "Awakening of Insects" was written and submitted within ten days. It is logical and meticulous, and there are no mistakes."

"Qiao Wei can write [-] words in one day!?" Luo Wangshu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't help raising his voice slightly. "Then why is he still procrastinating? Is it fun to be chased after all day?"

"He doesn't want to write." Li Ya spread his hands and smiled helplessly. "The top management of the company has lost their temper with him."

In the final analysis, it was because Qiao Wei's benefits were far higher than the company's contribution, so the top management made concessions to him repeatedly.

Luo Wangshu also loses his temper: "...he doesn't want to write, and he can't give me the rest of the manuscript even after I go. Does the editor who used to be in charge of him have to go to him every day to smash the door?"

"We still have many other writers in our hands, so of course we can't go there every day." Li Ya explained. "Usually, I only come to the door once every three to five days. Half a month before the deadline, I divide the work at hand into a group and start chasing him from morning till night."

Luo Wangshu: "..."

Chase?

"Anyway, you don't have much to do in the company, and you run to his house every day for the sake of comfort." Li Ya continued. "It's useless for you to leave a message for Qiao Wei on the Internet. He pretends that he doesn't see it, and reminds him face to face every day. Maybe he can be forced to write hundreds of words by you."

"Hundreds of words per day?" Luo Wangshu wanted to laugh. "Even if he writes [-] words a day, only [-] words a month, that's not enough words."

"It's better than letting him write nothing until the last word." Li Ya rapped on the table with his fingers. "Think about the editor who was in charge of "Awakening of Insects" back then. In ten days, he urged 30 words, 30 words! That feeling..." She didn't finish her sentence, and finally clicked her tongue sympathetically.

Luo Wangshu was helpless: "Is this the actual combat experience that everyone summed up together?"

Daily reminders, reminders at the end of the month.

"They are not so lucky to see that scourge every day." Li Ya looked at the clock hanging on the wall, stacked the plates and tea sets on the table, and signaled him to leave first. "The rest time is almost over, you should think about how to deal with him later."

Luo Wangshu originally wanted to prevent her from taking care of herself, but when she heard Li Ya's last words, her breath was stuck in her chest, and he could only laugh dryly: "Then thank you, Sister Ya .”

After leaving the tea room, Luo Wangshu handed over the reviewed drawing to the art department, and the messages and text messages to Qiao Wei were as expected, and no one answered the phone, and was about to call him again, when he thought of Qiao Wei With his usual style and what Li Ya said to him today, he simply gritted his teeth and got into the subway station again.

On the way, it was rare to receive a call back from Qiao Wei, which made Luo Wangshu feel like he was still dreaming after waking up in broad daylight, and his fingers were a bit awkward when he hit the answer button.

"Daily reminder?" Qiao Wei was very self-conscious.

Maybe it was an illusion, Luo Wangshu heard his voice, always felt that the other party had just woken up not long ago and was not energetic.

Thinking this way in her heart, Luo Wangshu also said: "You didn't wake up until now, did you sleep?"

"I'm getting old, I can't sleep well at night, and I'm not in good spirits." Qiao Wei still smiled lightly as usual. "When you called me just now, I was taking a nap. I didn't mean not to answer your call."

"Even if you don't answer my phone on purpose, I don't dare to complain." Luo Wangshu couldn't help but stop him. "I'll be at your house soon. Do you have anything to eat? I'll take it back for you on the way."

"Today is really a spring breeze crossing the cold river." Qiao Wei laughed. "As long as my daughter-in-law comes over in person, even if she slaps me face to face, I have to smile and praise my daughter-in-law's hands are really fragrant and sweet, and I have to worry, lest your hands hurt."

Luo Wangshu was furious, and said angrily in a low voice: "Smelly shameless...! Who is your wife...!"

"Although I'm very happy that you came to see me, but—" Qiao Wei dragged out the ending. "I suddenly felt unwell last night, and I have been lying in the hospital until now. You might as well go home and take you to eat delicious food another day, as compensation for your wasted trip."

"Are you sick?" Luo Wangshu couldn't help but soften his tone and asked him worriedly. "What disease? Does it matter?"

Qiao Wei was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "You don't want me to sleep with your arms around you, I'm going to live in the hospital..."

...had.

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Luo Wangshu immediately removed the phone from his ear and hung it up, closed his eyes and raised his hands to rub the center of his brows, feeling a bit bitter at the base of his tongue.