"you--"
When Pang Guanghao saw Mingyao's turned face, he suddenly forgot all about what he was about to say, and his eyes were full of surprise.
Her appearance was originally exquisite and beautiful, but now her beautiful eyes were full of tears, her eyelids were red, her long eyelashes were wet and drooping, and her eyes were moving with a pitiful and broken feeling, which made people wonder.
Pang Guanghao swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and stammered.
"What's wrong with you? Are you encountering any difficulties? Tell me--"
"nothing......"
Mingyao raised her hand to wipe her eyes, walked around him and walked towards the office.
"Oh, don't leave in a hurry-" Pang Guanghao followed hurriedly, stopped in front of Mingyao, and stared at her.
"You know what I mean to you, right? You don't want to hang me up, do you?"
Mingyao frowned, she didn't like this person in the first place, and the sight of him made her extremely uncomfortable. In addition, she was in a depressed mood, and she didn't want to have any more entanglements with him.
She didn't answer, lowered her head and continued walking.
"Who was the person who drove to pick you up on the day of the dinner?" Pang Guanghao felt angry when he never got a response.
"——Why do you ask so many questions?"
Xu Xiaoxiao crossed her arms and looked at the two of them with a half-smile.
She was very dissatisfied with Mingyao's attitude just now, and joked to Pang Guanghao with a smile:
"A dress is worth several months of your salary. Can you afford it..."
Whatever they say.
Mingyao has neither the energy nor the interest to argue with them.
Returning to her workstation, Mingyao calmly began to proofread the manuscript on the computer. She entered a flow state as soon as she started to focus on her own thing.
It wasn't until Jiang Lin gently pushed her arm that she turned her head and realized that the sky outside had darkened.
Jiang Lin has already packed her things: "Mingyao, I think the weather is not very good. How will you go back later?"
Mingyao's house is not far from the company. She sometimes takes the subway and sometimes walks directly back.
"Well, I'll take a taxi later."
"Then I'll leave first."
"OK Bye Bye."
Mingyao opened her phone and took a look, only to find that she had received a text message from an unknown number.
[Ms. Shi, I am Lao Qin, the driver. The car has arrived at the door of the company. 】
It was sent over half an hour ago.
Mingyao frowned. She was not used to asking others to wait for her, and she didn't want to embarrass the driver. She quickly packed her bag and went downstairs.
A familiar car parked on the side of the road. Mingyao turned around and looked around, but did not see the faces of his colleagues in the company.
Quickly walked forward and opened the car door.
Looking down, I saw a tall man sitting in the back seat with his legs crossed and a tablet in his hand.
Mingyao's already worried mood was even worse.
"What are you doing standing still? Get in the car." The man said calmly without raising his head or looking at her.
The car stopped in front of the company. Mingyao didn't want to be bumped into or commented on, so she took a deep breath and got in the car, slamming the door shut with a bang.
The driver silently started the car.
"...I'm not going to your place, I want to go back to my own home."
Mingyao looked out the window and said coldly.
"You don't need to bring any luggage. I have everything there. If you don't have anything, just go to the mall and buy it."
Huo Xiao closed the tablet and put it aside, pressing his knuckled hand on the hand of the woman beside him.
Mingyao suddenly pulled her hand back. She couldn't communicate with this person at all!
She shouted angrily: "Huo Xiao, you are sick! You are sick!"
The driver in the front seat drove the car attentively, staring straight ahead, not daring to express his anger.
Huo Xiao was not angry.
It was better for her to be angry and scold him than to be indifferent.
Hitting is kissing and scolding is loving, which shows that she is special in her heart.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he asked.
"How much is your monthly salary and performance for this job?"
Mingyao is not a bad-tempered and unreasonable person, but now even if Huo Xiao says 1+1=2, she wants to refute it.
"--none of your business?!"
Mingyao turned her head irritably, and her colleague's words, "One skirt is worth several months of your salary," rang in her mind, and her body began to itch.
Huo Xiao put his hand on his leg and didn't hold her hand again.
Don't worry now, we'll talk about it when we get home.
"What are your career plans?"
The man looked forward and said calmly:
"As far as I know, the publishing industry is not a very promising industry. With the development of digital technology and new media technology, fewer and fewer people will read physical books. The overall salary in the industry is low, and editors Promotions are difficult, even for senior editors – the rewards are not high compared to the effort.”
Although his words were not pleasant to the ears, his appearance as a cold capitalist slowly overlapped with Mingyao's impression of him.
Mingyao gradually calmed down and stopped arguing with him.
In fact, the reason why she became a book editor is very simple, just because she likes to read books.
Even if it's work, she still wants to do what she likes.
"There are always people who like to read. Just like with the development of the Internet age, you can watch movies on mobile phones and computers without even spending money. Fewer people go to movie theaters, but people who like movies still They will choose to watch movies on the big screen in theaters. This immersive experience can never be replaced by new media."
"No matter what era it is, people need good content and are willing to pay for good stories. The same goes for books. The warmth of books cannot be replaced."
She spoke calmly and looked out the car window.
The colorful neon lights on the street reflected on her face, but her eyes were still as clear as water.
What a naive and idealistic person...
Looking at her soft yet firm profile, Huo Xiao's heart began to beat loudly.
The feelings in my heart are very complicated and contradictory. I want her ideals and expectations to be shattered and she can only rely on her life like a silk flower in the future, but I also want her to keep such an innocent and clean appearance.
With his fingers trembling slightly, Huo Xiao glanced at the driver, and the rear fender slowly rose.
The woman seemed to sense something was wrong.
"Huo Xiao, you, you want-well..."
Before she could finish her words, her chin was pinched, and then her mouth felt hot. He took it into his mouth, and Huo Xiao's face with closed eyes widened in front of her.
"Uh, uh..."
Mingyao clenched her fist and punched his shoulder hard several times. The man didn't react at all, but it made Mingyao's own hand hurt.
With tears in her eyes, Mingyao raised her hand to pull the hair on the back of his head.
"hiss--"
This time he finally reacted, retreating slightly, and the thin silver thread stuck to their mouths.
He took down both hands and clamped them with one hand.
Then the ambiguous sound of water continued to sound, and the temperature in the car rose. Mingyao's face turned red from suppressing it, and she felt weak all over, and her tongue was numbed by his sucking.
After an unknown amount of time, Huo Xiao slowly let go of her.
His breathing was unstable, his thin lips turned red, and his body began to heat up. He licked the corners of his mouth, still savoring the sweetness just now.
There was a 'pop' sound, not loud.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Huo Xiao realized that he had just been slapped.
To be honest, it didn't hurt. Her hands were limp and weak.
But it's very insulting.
No one dared to lay a finger on him at this age, let alone get slapped in the face.
He frowned and glanced over with cold eyes.
The woman slapped him just for a moment, but now her shoulders were trembling, her watery eyes were looking at him with fear, her red lips were slightly open and she was breathing rapidly, and crystal tears fell from her cheeks, falling on her collar and being absorbed by the fabric.
Before he said anything, Huo Xiao felt relieved, sighed slightly, raised his hand to gently wipe the tears on her face, and whispered in her ear.
"You can hit people elsewhere, but you can't hit them in the face, you know?"
He said it as if he loved hitting people.
Mingyao lowered his head.
