MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 10 Dinner
After work in the afternoon, colleagues from the editorial department of Mistri gathered together. The editor-in-chief set a position in a self-service seafood restaurant near the company, and the large forces moved to the restaurant.
Lan Ning was pulled by Apple to pick up the cake. Although she had heard that she was a big cake before, but after seeing the real thing, she couldn't help but sigh too much.
"There are many colleagues in the editorial department, and there are still authors coming, so I set a maximum." Apple and Laning stood in front of the checkout counter, waiting for the cake maker to pack the cake. "And this is still double-layered. If you can't finish it, you can paste your face."
Lan Ning: "..."
I can't see that your resentment against the editor is so deep...
"Is there still an author today?" Laning was a bit curious. Most of the authors of "Mistral" are very famous in China, but she has only seen the lucky teacher. If I can see this opportunity, I will see more people. Great, still worth it.
"Well, anyway, the 19th teacher will come today. He just handed in the draft today and caught up."
"Oh..." If you don't have a manuscript like a lucky teacher, you should have no face.
However, after she and Apple went to the seafood buffet restaurant, she found that she underestimated the thickness of the face of the teacher.
The person who is sitting on the sofa and drinking a leisurely drink is not fortunate!
"Fortunately, teacher, have you written the manuscript today!" Lan Ning was angry when he saw him so leisurely. Even the cake did not help the apples, and went straight to the draft.
In the words of Confucianism, holding a glass of lemon juice in his hand, he slowly swayed twice and raised her: "Don't you say that I don't usually have social? I think what you said is very reasonable, the writer can't I have to work hard all day, and I should go out and move around to get in touch with people."
Lan Ning looked at him with a sullen look: "Is it only the author who has been boring for the whole day to be qualified to say it? The 19th teacher has submitted the manuscript, your manuscript!"
When I heard that I was named, the 19-year-old teacher naturally took the message: "Today is the editor's birthday. On this happy day, submitting a manuscript hurts feelings."
Lan Ning: "..."
Not paying the manuscript is even more hurtful!
She walked in the direction of the editor and pulled her to the side: "Editor, why should you please the teacher! The author who did not submit the manuscript has no human rights!"
The editor-in-chief smiled twice: "I didn't ask him, it was 19-year-old who called him. I can't drive him back."
Lan Ning irritated her hair, she now wants to go back to the company to take a laptop, and then give it to the fortunate, telling him that he has not finished writing and is not allowed to eat!
"Editor-in-Chief, Lan Ning, come and take pictures!" The official editor of "Mistley" magazine held a camera and waved at them.
The editor-in-chief shot Lan Ning's shoulder and said with relief: "Let's go, eat first, you have to believe that even if the lucky teacher does not come tonight, he will not write at home."
Lan Ning: "........."
It’s really comforted to think about it, hehe.
When the photos were taken, the authors were reluctant to go to the mirror and automatically avoided it. The editors and a table of food were finished, and they opened the gorging mode.
Lan Ning picked up a scallop. Before he even had time to shut it down, he listened to Confucianism and said: "Your name is Lanning?"
Lan Ning: "..."
So does he know her name now?
"Like a place name." Lan Ning has not slowed down, and the Confucian language added another sentence.
Lan Ning: "..."
It’s really unbearable.
"Then, you speak Confucianism? It is like an intellectual in the 1960s and 1970s."
The Confucian language slightly converges the eyebrows, and the serious tone is exactly the same as when he explained that he was not a road idiot: "I hope that you have poor wisdom to understand, my name is taken by my parents, and my father is in the sixties and seventies. Intellectuals."
The Confucian language rarely mentions the back of his family, so Laning heard him talk about his father and subconsciously stunned.
"Well, you two don't quarrel. If the scallops are cold, it's not good." The apple came out to play the round field and added two scallops to Laning. Lan Ning did not reconcile Confucianism and ate himself.
The plate in this restaurant is very large, just like the baking tray used in the oven. Now, there is such a plate in front of the Confucian language. I don't know who brought the food. The seafood inside is specially shaped. In the middle, there are all kinds of shells and crabs, and the surrounding is surrounded by a circle of shrimp.
After finishing the scallop, Laning plans to start peeling the shrimp. The Confucian language is also peeling the shrimp. Seeing that Lan Ning took the shrimp and took a look at her.
Lan Ning pulled his lips, how do you think it was yours in front of you? I will teach you to be a man again today.
She thinks that her technique of peeling seafood is very skillful. It takes a minute to finish the slang, but after a few minutes she finds she is still too young.
So a long lap of shrimp was peeled off by her and the Confucian language in five minutes. The shrimp in the Confucian bowl had piled up, and only one-third of her bowl was in her bowl.
Lan Ning: "..."
Confucianism looked at her proudly: "I am faster than me? Do you know how many words I have played in an hour?"
Lan Ning: "..."
The speed of the hand is so fast, you are the manuscript! Peel a p of shrimp! !
"Oh, teacher, I have too many injuries." Lan Ning sneered with irony and picked up chopsticks to eat shrimp. Sitting on the side of the Confucian language, he looked at them with amazement and looked at them with amazement: "Your relationship is so good to discuss the speed of hand and swearing?"
"Hey, cough." Lan Ning was stunned by the saliva, although she said it, but now it is repeated, it is still honey.
The Confucian language silently picked up the chopsticks and began to eat the peeled shrimp.
Nineteen squatting and hitting his elbow and hitting him, his tone was a bit awkward: "Hurry up and find a girlfriend. If you have a girlfriend, you don't have to lick yourself."
Lan Ning: "..."
The reclining seems to be even more embarrassing. Why did she just say something so dirty?
It must be learned badly with the Qing Dynasty.
Confucianism is still a pompon to eat shrimp, as if the person being ridiculed is not his.
"Come and come, cut the cake!" Guan Bo Xiaobian greeted everyone to come over and unpack the cake box. While inserting the candle, the apple worried: "I will eat the cake so early, and I will lose it if I can't eat it later."
"You are too small to look at your fighting power." A male colleague snorted next to him, and Apple threw a white eye at him.
The candle she took is the number seventeen. This is the editor's heart: "Thank you, I wish you a happy 17th birthday!"
Everyone smiled tacitly. Before the editors blow out the candles, they first made a birthday wish: "I hope that all authors can deliver the papers on time, especially for the lucky teachers."
The editors all laughed, and although the Confucian language was named, it used his cheeky face to resist all attacks.
After the cake was finished, everyone started fighting with food. The buffet had been eaten for more than three hours. In the end, not only did the dishes on the table be completely cleared, but even the big cake was left.
I was not able to edit the face with a cake paste, and Apple said it was a pity.
Because I have to go to work the next day, everyone has not gone to the second game, and I am ready to go to the door of the cafeteria.
Some people have their own cars, some have their husbands to pick up, and others live near the company, everyone is not jealous. Laning looked at the time, although it was late, but there was a subway.
She is preparing to bid farewell to everyone to get on the bus. The editor-in-chief will take her to the Confucian language. "Fortunately, teacher, you send Lanning back. You live in the same direction. It is not safe for a girl to go back so late."
Lan Ning snorted and hurryed: "No, I can't take the subway..."
"Let's go." Her words haven't finished yet, and the Confucian language has gone to the parking place. The editor-in-chief pushed her and told her to keep up. Laning had no choice but to follow up.
The Confucian language was inserted in the pocket of a light gray woolen coat and stopped when it came to a silver jaguar. When Lan Ning came, I saw this sleek Jaguar. I never thought that it was the car of the fortunate teacher.
When the words were opened, Lan Ning sat on the scalp. Probably the claustrophobic space made her a bit cautious, and she buckled her seat belt for a long time.
The Confucian language side turned over and pushed the seat belt to the next push. The "啪" sound was buckled.
Lan Ning: "..."
The Confucian language started the car, and slowly said: "If you have a bad eye, go with a pair of glasses."
Lan Ning exhaled and said, "I wear contact lenses."
"That's not enough."
Lan Ning: "..."
Forget it, she doesn't want to talk to him.
After speaking to the Qufu family downstairs according to the address stated by Lan Ning, the Confucian language looked at the high-rise apartment in front of the accident: "Do you live here?"
"Can't I live here?" Lan Ning asked.
The Confucian language raised his eyebrows: "The rent here should be very expensive."
Lan Ning smiled at him: "Teacher, you have to believe that there are still good people in the world."
The Confucian language sneered a little sarcasm: "No one in this world will be good to you for no reason."
"...What do you mean to send me home now?"
"Maybe I can drag a few more days?"
"Dream you!" Laning untied his seat belt and didn't go back to the car.
The Confucian language looked through the window and her back disappeared into the night, and she smirked and drove away.
The next day was still an ordinary working day. Probably because I played crazy the night before. Lanning got up later than usual, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast. She took out the yogurt and bread she brought, and boarded Q.Q while eating.
As soon as I got on the line, I found that the blue-washed head was beating. Hey, is it so fast that he has a manuscript?
She pointed out his avatar and looked at the news he sent.
The sky is like a wash: edited, I saw the photo on the official blog of "Mistre", the one wearing a naked pink hooded trench coat, is it you? Φ(≧w≦*)
Cauliflower: How do you see it _(:3"∠)_
After a while, she received a reply from the blue sky -
The sky is like a wash: According to your penguin information and the content of chatting with me, my heart outlines your image. The people in the photo, I think that the dressing style of the girl is the most suitable for your image, so guess that It is you o(n_n)o~
Cauliflower: .........you write the mystery novel, do you like to play this reasoning game in your daily life :)
Blue sky wash: ^_^
The sky is like a wash: In fact, the real reason is that I think that girl is the most beautiful [shy]
Cauliflower: ...the mouth is so sweet, there is no less girlfriend in school:)
Blue sky wash: single dog can not hurt QAQ
The sky is like a wash: but at night, girls will eat so much that they will easily gain weight. ^_^
Lan Ning: "..."
Say good little angel?
Cauliflower: Don't worry, calories are consumed by exercise :)
Blue sky wash: Σ (° △ ° | | |) _ what sports? Edit, are you not a single dog?
Lan Ning: "..."
This stain and the slot are flying together...
Cauliflower: How did you reason that I was a single dog, huh?
The blue sky is like a wash: This is not reasoning. Previously, the survey data of the news network showed that the top ten occupations that are the easiest to be single, the editor ranked first (⊙v⊙)
Cauliflower:............
Cauliflower: You still have to write a manuscript [bye bye]
