Looking for her husband's god horse for her protagonist

Shao Yong was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

"Oh my God! If you don't answer the phone, I'm going to call the police, big brother!" Shao Yong just took the microphone to his ear, and was startled by the other party's loud voice, and his sleepiness disappeared, "Where did you go? , I haven’t been able to contact you for three days! Daddy, do you still remember the pit that was about to be filled by Daming Lake?”

"..." Shao Yong reacted for a long time before he remembered who the other party was, "The editor in charge?"

"You still remember my family!" The editor-in-charge cried twice, then yelled at Shao Yong again in her loud voice: "It's bloody crying on the deadline!"

Shao Yong: "..."

Editor in charge: "...you don't want to tell me that you forgot to hand in the manuscript tomorrow, right?"

Shao Yong quickly came to the desk, found the calendar from the messy sundries, saw the date circled by the red pen on it, and thought of the editor-in-charge saying "tomorrow is the due date", his heart skipped a beat.

Shao Yong has always disliked procrastinating. He can always complete a few days before the deadline. It seems that it is rare that the task is not completed the day before the deadline.

So when the editor-in-charge said that he was going to call the police, he wasn't all joking.

But Shao Yong didn't expect that the whole year he and Zhong Li experienced, only one week passed in this world...

"Who are you talking to?" A strong arm behind Shao Yong firmly encircled Shao Yong, and the speaker's voice was deep, magnetic and sexy.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Shao Yong's editor in charge said loudly in a volume comparable to hands-free: "Then you must remember to submit the manuscript tomorrow, and I won't bother you to disturb | Ji, okay!"

Shao Yong: "..."

Zhong Li raised her eyebrows: "A woman?"

After speaking, he put his hand under Shao Yong's T-shirt, and pinched it punitively on the limp thing.

Young man, don't you really feel that your focus is off topic?

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