MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 7 Condolences
Confucianism at home this time, after he opened the door, like the last time, Lanning, who was outside the door: "Are you coming again?"
He only wore an ordinary black casual sweater on his upper body, but it was really like a hanger and he looked very nice. Lan Ning felt that after seeing him, her anger seemed to have disappeared by half.
She mentioned the beautifully wrapped cake and smiled at him: "I think the teacher may be tired of writing, so I will send you some condolences."
The Confucian language coveted a few eyes on the tray in her hand, and let her come in sideways.
Lan Ning's heart is a little sneak, the first step in combat planning, success!
After she entered the room, she put the cakes on the glass coffee table in the living room and opened them one by one: "Strawberry Cream, Matcha Mousse, Tiramisu, and Orange Cheese."
The colorful cakes and the creamy aroma are really tempting. Lan Ning looked at him like a trafficker who was abducting children: "Want to eat? It is yours when you finish writing."
Ruan Confucius went to the sofa opposite her and sat down, laughing and laughing: "These cakes are already on the coffee table in my living room. Do you think you still have the ability to stop me from eating them?"
Lan Ning's mouth bends a nice arc: "Do you think you eat them faster, or do I ruin them faster?"
The scorpion of the Confucian language condensed, and then resumed the cloud: "I can also go out and buy it myself."
The smile on Lan Ning's face is more harmonious: "Taurus is so lazy, I guess you must be lazy to buy."
Confucian language: "..."
Seeing that he was eating, the pleasure of Lanning’s heart could not stop.
So cool!
"Teacher, you still write a manuscript, this is more relaxed and enjoyable." Lan Ning smiled and gave advice. The Confucian language looked at her silently for a while and got up and left.
When Laning saw it, he quickly stopped him: "Where are you going?" Is it really necessary to go out and buy? This is not in line with the Taurus who are lazy to do.
The Confucian language does not return to the ground: "Go back to the house to write a manuscript."
Lan Ning snorted and shouted to him: "You still write outside, I look at you to write more assured!"
Confucian language: "..."
He took a laptop from the study and put it on the long table in the dining room. He really started writing.
The room was quiet and the sound of the keyboard was especially clear. Lan Ning did not bother to disturb him, and even the breathing was unconsciously lowered. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room and holding her head to look at him.
It makes sense that this person looks really good, especially the side face of serious work now, the charm value is simply biubiu soaring. Lan Ning looked at him for a while, couldn't help but take the phone out of the handbag, mute it, and sneak a sneak shot at him.
Fortunately, the teacher is so beautiful, if he publishes his photo to Weibo, the number of fans will definitely crush a group of male stars in minutes.
She enjoyed the photo for a while, quit the album, and ordered a game to play.
Time passes by, bit by bit, quiet and beautiful.
"You asked me to write a manuscript, but I was playing games here. The reminder was really a moving thing." The Confucian language did not know when to stand next to Lan Ning and watched her play the game with cold eyes.
Lan Ning was shocked and quickly retired the game: "Teacher, you really laugh, if I have the ability, I will write it myself, and I will remind you of the manuscript." She stuffed the phone into the bag from the sofa. I got up and stood up, "Did you finish the teacher?"
"I finished writing..." The Confucian language was specially settled in this place, "One chapter."
Lan Ning: "..."
A chapter is better than nothing. She is comforting herself.
Lifting his wrist and looking at the time, Lan Ning discovered that it was already seven o'clock.
"It's not too late, I won't bother the teacher, goodbye." She picked up the bag and coat and pointed to the cake on the table. "They are all yours, you can enjoy it slowly."
When I walked to the door, the Confucian language stopped her behind: "Wait a minute."
Lan Ning looked back at him. He had a cake in his hand and some cream on his lips. "The next time I buy a cake with "sweet honey", I prefer to eat there."
Lan Ning: "..."
Also next time, really when she came to pay tribute! And the sweetheart is in the Starlight Park, you have to run around the city!
"Know, teacher." Laning smiled and opened the door quickly.
The two-day class in "Mistral" seems to be more tired than her class in three years. Fortunately, the next day is Friday. As long as she has passed Friday, she can have a two-day respite. time.
On Friday, the entire company is bathed in the joy of going on holiday. Lan Ning is still a company that arrives at 8:40. When she first boarded the Penguin, she received a message from the blue sky.
The sky is like a wash: edited and edited, I am fine, look at it.
Cauliflower: Oh, so fast!
The blue sky is washed: edited, men don’t like being told fast:)
Cauliflower:..................[Smile] I sent it to the editor, and I will reply you later.
Blue sky wash: good ~ edited hard ~
Ah, mom, I want to hold the blue sky in my arms! Lan Ning thought that if the teacher was lucky, it would be like this... No, it was a little scary.
She accepted the blue-washed manuscript and first read it herself. When she felt that there was no problem, she sent it to the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief only took time to reply to her in the afternoon and told her that it was okay.
So Lan Ning went to poke the blue sky again: "The editor-in-chief said ok, this manuscript is in the April issue of the magazine."
Blue sky wash: Ok, thank you for editing!
It’s so refreshing, this is my first time writing a magazine, and it’s the first time I’ve been [shy] I’ve been editing for the first time [shy]
Lan Ning: "..."
The sky is like a wash: The manuscript of "Mistral" is very sad. I didn't have much hope. I am thankful for the editor (I ̄3) (e ̄*) will I send a sample to me?
Cauliflower: Yes! The cost of our magazine is one thousand words, and the magazine will be called to you one month later.
Blue sky wash: Ok, thank you for editing ~o(n_n)o~
Cauliflower: Come on, I am optimistic about you, Sao years :)
The sky is like a wash: I will continue to work hard, my goal is to be a fortune teacher [Struggle]
Lan Ning: "..."
Don't target him, boy.
Cauliflower: Send me your name, silver, card number, address, phone number, I will make a note first~
Blue sky wash: good 哒 (*/w\*)
When Lan Ning drank her mouth, the information was sorted out and sent to her. Lan Ning took a look, the name Ye Cheng, the address of the Imperial University... Hey, he is actually the same university as himself?
Cauliflower: Oh, it’s still a primary school brother :)
The sky is like a wash: Σ Editing is also graduated from the Imperial University? I am a senior now!
Cauliflower: That is still a school brother :)
Blue sky wash: =. =
The sky is like a wash: I am following you after editing? (*/w\*)
Cauliflower: Yes, remember to write more for me!
The blue sky is like a wash: Oh!
Lan Ning felt that it was too cured to communicate with the blue sky.
As for the fortunate teacher... I am sorry that she does not even want to see his avatar. :)
Because today is the last day of the working day, Lan Ning did not go to the home of the fortunate teacher to block him. Before work, she routinely sent him a message to remind him of the manuscript, and happily turned off the computer and went home.
On Saturday, she and Qufu stayed at home for a day, and planned to go out for a meal together at night, and stop by the mall. Before leaving, she looked at the tunic wearing a lox and asked dryly, "Do you want to wear it like this?"
"Yeah, if the school does not require school uniforms, I am planning to wear them at school."
Lan Ning: "..."
Well, since she is not worried about being surrounded, she has nothing to fear.
Just bent down to change shoes, her phone in the shoulder bag rang.
"Wait, I will pick up the phone first." Lan Ning wore this half of the shoe. She smashed it twice and touched the phone out of the bag.
The caller shows the teacher.
Lan Ning: "..."
She scared almost never throwing her phone out.
"What's wrong?" Qufu stood outside the door and looked at her strangely.
Lan Ning did not answer her, but first gave herself a deep breath. After feeling that the mood finally calmed down, she connected the phone: "Teacher, are you calling me to deliver the manuscript?"
The Confucian language on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before he said, "Come and come over and help me make a dinner."
Although the magnetically elegant voice came from the earpiece to the ear, it was more pleasant than usual, but Laning still looked like a circle: "...what?"
"Because I am tired of writing, I need a little comfort."
Lan Ning: "..."
Flower rub, did she dig a pit to jump for herself?
