The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 340 Immortal Venerable, Hug Me (5)

Qiao Rong looked at his smile and nodded.

Not long after she sat down, Ouyang Chuan came in and brought Yan Mu a cup of coffee and poured her a cup of tea.

After he left, Qiao Rong took a sip from his teacup, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a few books on the desk.

Looking at the cover, it seems to be the fairy tale novel that is popular all over the Internet.

Yanmu noticed her gaze and smiled slightly: "Has Miss Qiao read this book?"

Qiao Rong shook his head.

Yanmu's long eyelashes drooped slightly.

He picked up his coffee and took a sip before continuing: "The content of this job is mainly to help sort out some published and unpublished manuscripts. I read on your resume that you have experience in copy editing, so I think you should be a good fit."

After a pause, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at her, and the upward arc of his lips was impeccable: "What do you think?"

Qiao Rong thought about what he said, and felt that it made sense, so he nodded.

There was a little smile in Yanmu's eyes: "Then, are you willing?"

Qiao Rong looked at him, hesitated for a while, and said, "But, I'm not the best. You should have many other suitable candidates."

Hearing this, Yan Mu's smile faded slightly.

"Miss Qiao." He looked at her and spoke softly, "Everything is about opportunity. I met you at the most suitable time, and you also met this job when you needed it most."

"It's God's will."

Qiao Rong was slightly taken aback.

Yan Mu stared at her, but his voice was somehow ethereal.

"If you hesitate and miss it, you will never get it back."

……

Qiao Rong accepted the job.

After she signed the contract, she was ready to say goodbye and go home.

Just after turning around and walking a few steps, Yanmu suddenly stopped her again.

He got up, stood up from behind the desk, and picked up the book on the table.

He lowered his eyes slightly, stroked the cover of the book lightly, then walked slowly to Qiao Rong, and handed the book to her.

"In the future, your work will mainly revolve around this book, so I hope you can read it briefly before entering the job, is that okay?"

His posture is elegant and polite, but his expression is slightly earnest.

Qiao Rong quickly took the book, nodded, and said solemnly: "I know, I will definitely read it in advance."

In fact, she originally planned to go to the bookstore to buy a paper book and read it before going home later.

Yanmu looked at her tenderly and intently, with the corners of his lips slightly raised: "I hope you will like it."

Qiao Rong nodded and bid him farewell.

She turned around, opened the study door, and walked out.

As the door slowly closed, her figure was gradually concealed.

Then, the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

Yanmu has been standing in place, keeping the original posture motionless, like a frozen sculpture.

until her voice disappeared completely.

The room was suddenly so silent that only the ticking of the second hand remained.

Yan Mu's eyes moved slightly.

The calmness and softness that were used to cover up all faded away in an instant.

He took a slight staggered step, holding onto the desk with one hand, and holding onto his heart tightly with the other hand, panting heavily, as if he was about to suffocate.

The pupils of his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses became dark and unfathomable, with an abnormal blood red faintly, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his face was covered with a thin layer of cruelty.

His palms were also tightly clenched into fists, and he tremblingly grasped the fabric around his heart, leaving deep folds on the clean white shirt.

It seemed like this was the only way he could restrain himself from rushing out and catch that girl back.

Ouyang Chuan stood outside the door, listening to the movement inside, with worry on his brow.

"Boss, are you okay?"

(End of this chapter)