Sensual Novelist and President of Zhuiwen

How can this be good, what should be done.

Director Hong didn't even have the desire to have sex, he hastily urged the bed partner to leave, and was scolded for "not doing it".

Sitting naked on the bedside smoking a cigarette, he suddenly had an idea and called the unlucky little editor.

The editor was working overtime to review manuscripts, and the director called, and the phone rang for a while before answering:

"Hello, Director Hong, what's the matter?"

Director Hong felt that since this person is his subordinate, he must know some "rules" in the workplace, so he gained momentum, coughed, and said in a low voice:

"You know, I treat you well."

"You can speak directly if you have something to say." The editor was a little impatient, he still had a lot of things to do.

"That rogue white strip, get tied up in the CEO's office tomorrow morning, otherwise, you'll just have to get out."

After Hong Yanan finished speaking, there was no movement at the other end.

He must have been frightened by him!His aura is awesome.

However, the development of things is always a little bit beyond his imagination, just like, tonight, how beautiful and suitable for sex, why the boss insisted that he find the author of the little yellow article to fill in the hole?

The little editor over there was stunned for a few seconds, and then said lightly:

"Oh."

Then the phone was hung up?

what's the situation?

Director Hong held the phone stiffly for several seconds before realizing that he was "fired" by his editor?

In the past, he must have fired it directly!

But under special circumstances, the author of the little yellow article has always been contacted by this little editor, and he has no contact information.

Director Hong Neng Nengshen, begged his grandpa to tell his grandma, called the editor several times softly, and even sent a text message "Apologize", saying that he drank too much, and his attitude was not very good just now. Huang Wen's author's contact information and residential address were given to him.

However, this contact number is still empty?

Director Hong called the editor again this time and found out that he has been completely blacklisted?

what's the situation!

Are editors this crazy these days?Is there a mine at home or a factory at home!

Director Hong glanced at the address where he betrayed his dignity from the little editor, and fell into deep thought.

The author of this little yellow article is actually from the same city as them, and lives in the countryside in the suburbs.

It's simply not too close.

No, didn't you say that Langli Baitiao is a rich second generation?How do you live in that kind of place?

Could it be that a unique rich lady likes the feeling of returning to nature?

Director Hong has already made up a garden-like villa in his brain. Miss Langli Baitiao is wearing a small Lolita skirt and playing the violin in the middle, surrounded by a group of dancing butterflies.

What a sober and refined beauty!

Director Hong has to go meet this rambunctious idiot in person!

Get up early tomorrow morning to meet, even if you cheat and coax, you will definitely be able to "tie" him to the president's office before noon.

Hong Yanan did all his calculations, but he didn't count that it would rain that night. Of course, it didn't seem to have too much impact, after all, the rain stopped the next morning.

Director Hong was wearing a particularly flamboyant outfit, a sky blue shirt, white suit pants, and black leather shoes.He sprayed half a bottle of mousse just to fix his hairstyle, and at the same time, he didn't forget to spray his men's perfume purchased from France.

Maybe he caught this rich lady who likes to put on nail polish and drink afternoon tea?From then on, he lived a chic and unrestrained life with the companions of the world of mortals, and no longer had to be exploited by the president!

Director Hong felt elated, the white car was thrown full of mud before it reached the village.

Director Hong looked at a herd of cows slowly passing by in front of his car, and honked the horn impatiently, only to receive a scolding call in an incomprehensible dialect from the cow driver.

And finally the cow pulled a huge pile of dung on the curb.

Director Hong was desperate, and drove the car back to the village, got out of the car and walked.

The road ahead is really impassable, and the director doubts the authenticity of the legendary rich lady's name.

The rotten mud covered the director's white suit pants, and the leather shoes had already sunk into the mud.

When the director followed the mobile phone navigation to the address sent by the editor last night, more than half of the smile on his face had disappeared.

The small bungalow is not bad, but it is a two-story earth turtle building with blue tiles and white walls without any aesthetic feeling. There is a man's big underpants hanging outside the balcony on the second floor.

This?

The director was sweating profusely, but he still wanted to maintain an elegant image, raised his fist, and knocked on the door.

The director knocked for 10 minutes, but no one came to answer the door.

Instead, it attracted the attention of the aunt who was sitting at the door next door. The auntie sized up this down-and-out handsome guy, and asked in dialect:

"Are you looking for Lago?"

"Ah?" The director pointed to himself, making sure that the aunt was talking to him.

Pidianpidian walked up to the aunt and asked:

"Do you know where this family is now?" Langli Baitiao wouldn't have gone out with her little sister to get manicures and afternoon tea early in the morning, right?

"Oh, you are looking for him, in the hairy pond in Huizili, Datang over there."

What kind of stuff is this talking about?Director Hong frowned, basically not understanding.Isn't this the suburbs?Why is there such a weird dialect?

The director frowned and asked again:

"Can you show me where it is?"

The aunt waved her hand and pointed to the tallest big banyan tree in the east.

Director Hong understood that little fairies naturally like things with a little fairy spirit. At this time, they must be swinging under the big banyan tree and feeding the birds with bird food.

He could feed the birds at his grandma's!

There wasn't even a single bird dropping in this area. Director Hong's white suit pants were completely ruined, and the pair of ten-thousand-dollar leather shoes on the soles of his feet also suffered. They were stuck in the mud and couldn't walk.

Director Hong had no choice but to walk under the big banyan tree barefoot with the heavy leather shoes in hand.

Opposite the big banyan tree is a large fish pond surrounded by mulberry trees.

A hammock was hung on the big banyan tree, and a mosquito net was wrapped around it. There were all kinds of small tables, stools and huts next to it.

If one ignores the yellow soil dog lying on the table leg, and the man on the hammock wearing a straw hat covering his face and wearing big pants with big hairy legs, the scene is quite beautiful.

wrong!man?Where's Miss Bai Tiao Yi Zhi Hua in his waves?

"Hey, wake up! Hey!"

The director roughly lifted the mosquito net and the straw hat, and what came into view was a standard man's face.

Before the man woke up, the dog on the other side of the table started barking.

Director Hong was so frightened that he quickly threw the shoe in his hand, and it was fine if he missed the dog, and the dog rushed towards him directly.

"Ah Huang!" The owner of the dog scolded, the dog stopped barking, but still grinned at the director.

"Who are you looking for?" The dog owner yawned and rubbed his messy hair.

"White strips in the waves!" The director is always on guard against the local dog named Ah Huang, for fear that it will pounce on him.

"Oh, what do you want me to do?"

"what!"