If the reminder fails, you will be teased

When Luo Wangshu learned that he could still have a seven-day vacation, he was so moved that he almost couldn't help crying.

This is not exactly the same as the holiday mood when I was in school. It is more like a person who has been moving bricks at a construction site for several days and is suddenly taken to the presidential room of a five-star hotel. It is a feeling of ascending to heaven.

Qiao Wei watched Luo Wangshu walking in front of him quickly, took his hand excitedly and shook it vigorously, and looked at him with gratitude, like a poor and low-level people who have just been sponsored by a kind person.

Seeing these clean and bright eyes, Qiao Wei's heart softened, and those little thoughts disappeared immediately.

At this time, his mind was full of thoughts as long as he didn't forget him, it would be fine.

It's been five years, what a seven-day holiday.

Qiao Wei stood up and made room for Luo Wangshu. .

He was already tall, but after Luo Wangshu sat down, the distance between the two became wider.

Although other people in the work area would talk privately when the editor-in-chief was away, their voices were lowered a lot.

Qiao Wei had no choice but to put his hands on the back of his chair, leaned down slightly, and talked to him in his ear.

Guo Yi had been the editor-in-chief for five years, and it wasn't the first time that she received a manuscript that was submitted on time, but it was the first time in her life that she received Qiao Wei's manuscript that was submitted on time.

It was rare for her to walk out of the office with a smile. When she saw Qiao Wei standing behind Luo Wangshu like a patron saint, she couldn't help but swear.

Guo Yi looked at the two harmonious people over there, it was like a lion pretending to be sleeping playing with an ignorant white rabbit, it hurt people's eyes.

Qiao Wei found Guo Yi coming out, walked over steadily, and said concisely, "He didn't eat lunch."

Guo Yi: "..."

She felt that she had already determined who the "he" in this sentence was, and she also knew what the other party's purpose was for saying this sentence to her.

"There is a themed restaurant at the second intersection to the south after leaving the company," Guo Yi said, naturally in a good mood when she got the manuscript, and agreed veiledly. "tasty."

Qiao Wei showed her a rare smile, thanked her softly, went back and patted Luo Wangshu's shoulder who hadn't realized what happened.

Luo Wangshu raised his head and whispered a few words to him. After glancing at the work area from the corner of his eye, he declined embarrassingly. As a result, Qiao Wei picked up his backpack directly and pretended to go out.

Luo Wangshu had no choice but to stand up with him, bowed slightly to Guo Yi from a distance, and said goodbye to several editors around him in a low voice, and left with Qiao Wei.

It wasn't until the backs of the two disappeared from sight that Guo Yi slowly withdrew his gaze secretly with emotion.

She looked at Li Ya who was closest to her with a horrified face, and then glanced around at the people who seemed to be in a dream and obviously had no intention of working, and thought to herself that this is really a day worth recording in the history of Ruiyi.

She pondered for a moment. The work before the holiday was almost handed over. Now Qiao Wei only needs to hand in the manuscript, and other tasks are not urgent, so they are nothing.

Guo Yi dismissed the idea of ​​organizing a dinner party after get off work, stood in front of the office and clapped her hands vigorously, announcing that she could leave work early after finishing the work at hand.

There was a burst of low cheers in the work area. In previous years, they were the only ones who read other journals to get off work early before the holidays. I didn't expect that now when the feng shui turns, it will be their turn!

It has become a happy event for Qiao Wei to deliver the manuscript on time, and Luo Wangshu is simply the little savior of their editorial department!

"Little savior" Luo Wangshu was in a better mood than them. Even when he went out to eat with Qiao Wei, he didn't care as much about Qiao Wei's teasing and teasing him as he did the previous few times. Plan how you're going to have fun for the next seven days.

Qiao Wei looked at the little white rabbit sitting in the passenger seat brainstorming, he was very angry and funny.

On my own side, I was reluctant to part with him even for a day, but no one cared about the little heartless one over there.

Qiao Wei still sent Luo Wangshu downstairs in the community, and watched him walk into the apartment building through the car window. In his eyes, the back of the other party directly turned into a happy little white rabbit jumping forward.

After the door was closed, Qiao Wei looked away, sighed and shook his head, and reversed the car to drive back.

Luo Wangshu returned home, threw the clothes he changed in the hospital last night into the washing machine, and took a bath again, feeling refreshed from the inside out.

He first sent the two completed drawings, and then confirmed the composition of the drafts to several other authors through private messages on Weibo.

Just after laying the background color, the penguin icon in the lower right corner turns into a head and jumps.

Luo Wangshu put down the paintbrush, moved the mouse over and clicked on it, and found that he was a good friend in high school.

[The company where I practiced will have a small summer vacation starting tomorrow, how is yours doing? ] Li Shengnan cut to the chase. [Do you have time? 】

Luo Wangshu replied: [I am also on vacation tomorrow, where should I go? 】

[College students, don't study well. ] Li Shengnan sent a regretful and distressed expression covering his chest. [I want to play with my mobile phone in class, and I want to go out with me to have sex during the holidays. How can you be a successor to communism like this. 】

Luo Wangshu opened the emoji package, and picked out a picture of a kitchen knife chopping cucumbers: [Delete each other and quit the circle, thank you for having you. 】

[A newly opened Yulong Villa in the suburbs, do you want to go? ] Li Shengnan hurriedly got back to the topic. [Dahei and Erhuang are all staying at home this summer vacation, don't ask them, they will definitely follow. 】

Luo Wangshu jokingly said: [I am a poor family, and I cannot go to such a high-end private estate. 】

[Don't, the poorer you are, the more you get used to it. ] Li Shengnan explained. [Yulong Mountain Villa is what I read from the novel, and I used it as a nickname for it.Daming, Wugu Farmhouse. 】

Luo Wangshu: "..."

Why didn't this person take Li Goudan as his name.

Li Shengnan: [Do you think it is extra cordial? 】

Luo Wangshu: [/manual goodbye]

Li Shengnan: [Tomorrow's weather forecast is cloudy, the temperature should not be high in the morning, let's go by bike, so as not to be stuck in the city.My uncle happened to be going to discuss business nearby, so I asked him to drop by the things he wanted to bring. 】

Luo Wangshu weighed the few remaining lists in his hand, and agreed: [OK, what time? 】

Li Shengnan and the others were in the same class as Luo Wangshu when they were in the second year of high school. Later, they were divided into arts and sciences. Except for Luo Wangshu, everyone else was a cultural student, but they have not lost contact with the Forbidden City in the past few years. After going to university, they go out every winter and summer vacation. Juju, the relationship has always been very good.

[By the way,] After confirming the time and meeting place with Luo Wangshu, Li Shengnan mentioned another matter. [Have you watched the class group of the second year of high school recently? 】

Luo Wangshu rubbed his nose, he was busy dealing with Qiao Wei recently, so he didn't have time to read such an astonishing number of group messages.

Luo Wangshu: [No, what's wrong? 】

Li Shengnan: [Squad leader plans to arrange a class reunion in early August. 】

Strange to say, generally speaking, the graduating class in the third year of high school often organizes parties, but there are too many lively people in Luo Wangshu's class in the second year of high school, and everyone gets along well for two years. One more time.

Li Shengnan: [However, there are probably not many people going this time, and many people's internship units do not have holidays.are you going?If you don't want to go, none of us will go. 】

The beginning of August is still the end of the holiday, so there will be no time.

【No, I don't want to be a sinner. 】Luo Wangshu joked. [Long time no see, since the squad leader organized it, let's join in the fun. 】

Chatted with Li Shengnan about other things. After closing the window, Luo Wangshu stepped up, finished processing the drawing that was currently being refined, and passed it to the author Xiaochuang. The drawings of the people who have completed the work in the past few days are pasted at the back.

Less than a minute after the Weibo was posted, more than a dozen comments popped up, shouting "Goddess proposes to marry me!".

That's right, not a male god, but a goddess.

In order to concentrate earlier, Luo Wangshu deliberately quit QQ. Now that the work in hand has come to an end, he can finally switch from offline to online.

As soon as the successful login pop-up popped up, someone sent a message.

Luo Wangshu moved the mouse up and found that the other party was Jing Xing, and immediately opened the window.

Jing Xing intercepted a comment on his Weibo and sent it to him, asking: [Why do they call you a goddess. 】

[This is a long story. 】Luo Wangshu smiled helplessly in front of the computer while typing to explain to him.

In the circle he was in, many girls' personal data were labeled as male, so most people believed that the information displayed on the data might not be true.

In addition, the imbalance in the number of men and women in the circle seems to have become a common tradition. There are always fewer men than women, and those with higher levels are even rarer.

This has led to a higher degree of acceptance of male painters than female painters. Some male painters are obviously not as good as other female painters, but the number of fans on Weibo is higher than the latter a lot.

Especially the paintings, regardless of sexuality, can take all kinds.

Luo Wangshu noticed this when he entered the circle back then. What he wanted was for everyone to pay attention to him through his works, and he didn’t want others to pay attention to him because of his gender, so he never Openly stated gender issues.

As for the title of "Goddess", it is because he joined a temporary crew group when he participated in the drawing of a radio drama poster. Some people in the group thought that his circle name "Luoshui Sanqian" was more gentle and literary, so they speculated that Luo Wang Shu is also a girl, saying that he is a good painter and she is her goddess.

Luo Wangshu laughed and didn't deny it at the time, and the title of "Goddess" slowly spread. Every time he posted a new Weibo, someone always called him "Sister Goddess" in the comments.

This was not an important matter to Luo Wangshu, so he just followed them and acquiesced that he was a girl.

[Our company will be on holiday starting tomorrow. 】After Luo Wangshu explained, he couldn't wait to share the good news. [I finally got rid of the catastrophe and got a new life! 】

Jing Xing congratulated him, then asked him: [What are the arrangements for the holiday? 】

[Planning to get together with high school friends. 】Luo Wangshu answered him. [I want to rest at home for the rest of the time, I need to rebuild my spiritual world. 】At the end, he added another sentence: 【To be honest... I have never seen such a brazen person. 】

Qiao Wei could feel the little white rabbit's resentment through the computer: [Since you don't have to work overtime, it means that he delivered the manuscript to you on time, and it's not too bad. 】

As soon as "overtime" was mentioned, Luo Wangshu thought of the editor who was forced to continue to press for manuscripts during the holidays, and felt that he really couldn't be greedy.

As long as Qiao Wei can deliver the manuscript on time, no matter how much he acts like a monster during the period, he has to be grateful.

[If only he could be like you. 】After thinking for a while, Luo Wang Shuren said with emotion. [I suspect that he simply spends his writing time thinking about how to tease others. Several times, I have to slap him hard in my heart to relieve my hatred. 】

Qiao Wei raised his hand to support his forehead and couldn't help laughing.

It's over, if the little guy knows that Qiao Wei is Jing Xing and Jing Xing is Qiao Wei, then it won't be solved by slapping him in the heart.