The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

working days.

Lin woke up to the alarm clock in his later years.

After cleaning up, I yawned and went to work.

It’s another new week, and there are more than 99 new emails piled up in the QQ mailbox, and the number of QQ messages is + again.

With the experience of the previous two days, he quickly processed the mailbox information. When it was almost time to get off work, he remembered Sang Qingyan, and then applied for guaranteed benefits for him and sent him a contract.

As long as the submitted manuscripts are not judged to be plagiarized by the system, Lin will sign them in his later years.

Signing a contract is easy, but it’s also brutal, and the market determines the books.

The writing is good, but the plot does not make waves, or the plot is written in a slow direction. If it is a well-known author, maybe readers can stick to reading it. If it is an author who has just arrived on this platform, it is either luck or full of glory. The library cannot make waves.

But once it becomes popular, money comes quickly.

However, popular books do not have excessive requirements for writing, as long as the plot is passable.

This has attracted countless authors to come here wearing vests to write articles, and it has attracted countless newcomers who are eager to give it a try.

Maybe?

Maybe I am one of the people who exploded.

Writing a book in Hongjin is like investing, with high risk and high income. You spend time writing a book and you will see results after a month, either high income or negative income.

Lin had a deep understanding of this in his later years, because all the writers who complained were irritable, for various reasons, and the final result was either irritation or irritation.

At noon, Lin Niannian ate with his colleagues in the company cafeteria.

There are a lot of people eating in the cafeteria.

By coincidence, Wang Yu sat across from Lin Wannian.

"What a coincidence." Wang Yu saw that it was Lin in his later years and remembered the scene he accidentally passed by yesterday.

"Yeah." Lin Wannian looked up at him and continued to bite the chicken drumstick in his hand.

Jian Lin didn't want to care about him in his later years, so Wang Yu asked for trouble, thinking that he was also a somewhat famous editor in the editorial department. He continued to eat.

After returning to the office, the two went to the drinking room to fetch water.

A colleague who was dining with Lin in his later years asked, "Do you know that Wang Yu?"

Lin replied in his later years: "I don't know him, but he looks familiar. I bumped into him when I was walking yesterday."

"Oh. But that Wang Yu is also very lucky, he has many leading authors."

The colleague said, with a flash of envy in his eyes. In addition to the fixed salary, the editor's salary also includes performance, and this performance is related to the author in his hand.

In his later years, Lin took a sip of warm water to moisten his throat. Hearing these words, he glanced at him and said, "If you cast a wide net, you will always catch river clams with pearls."

"Okay, okay, I'm casting the net every day." My colleague said with a smile, but there was some irony in his eyes.

Lin filled his water glass in his later years and walked back to his seat.

On the surface, he is as calm as a dog, but inside he feels very uncomfortable.

He is the kind of person who casts a wide net. As a result, he only catches a dozen river mussels that can produce pearls, and they are only temporary. The first one becomes popular, the second one becomes popular, or it is just mediocre and cannot live forever. Top of the list.

In addition to the heroine, Wang Yu also has several solid head authors.

Really stuffed!

Thinking of this, Lin took a sip of water before taking a nap.

I continued to be busy in the afternoon.

At night, I returned to the gate of the community.

"Meow~"

The cat meows spread.

In his later years, Lin looked over there and saw a girl wearing black clothes and long hair squatting in the flower bed.

That's where the cat's meow comes from.

Maybe the cat picked up his scent.

It ran towards here at a speed as fast as the long-haired girl, and the cat's head directly hit Lin Nian's trouser leg.

"Meow~" Master.

This cat is Cat Six.

Lin later squatted down and rubbed its head.

"This is your cat." came the voice.

Lin Wan Nian looked up and found that the other party was still wearing a white mask, but after several previous encounters, Lin Wan Nian recognized who the other party was from her eyes.

"It's from my family."

Su Ling was still holding some bread in her hand. She saw the cat rubbing Lin Nian's legs all the time. The whole scene made her heart soften: "Well, I'll go first."

In his later years, Lin thought of a way to get close to her: "Do you like this cat? You can also play with it for a while first."

When he said this, Su Ling's eyes lit up.

Seeing this in his later years, Lin pressed the cat's head and said to Mao Liu: "Continue playing with the little sister."

"Meow meow~" Okay, I'll finish the food in her hand first and then go back.

The black cat didn't care at all and ran back to Su Ling, stretching out its paws and staring at the thing in Su Ling's hand with its emerald green eyes.

The cold wind blew, and the autumn glow fell on them in wisps.

The man is handsome, and although the woman's whole face cannot be seen clearly, her long hair is flowing and she has a filter look. Next to them there is a cat.

What a beautiful scene.

Sang Qingyan stood by the window, looking down.

He didn't know what he thought of, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

There was a spine-chilling smile on that delicate face.

Sure enough, with the cat's approach, Lin talked more with Su Ling in his later years, but they were only pleasant exchanges, not to the point of talking about his own affairs.

After feeding the food, Mao Liu ran to catch mice.

In his later years, Lin and Su Ling walked upstairs to his own floor. He said goodbye to Su Ling and turned to look at where he lived, only to see Sang Qingyan's figure.

The light in the corridor was slightly dim, and Sang Qingyan seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

Lin was almost startled in his later years: "Sang Qingyan, why are you here?"

Sang Qingyan, who had been pursing his lips, walked out of the darkness.

'Click'

The automatic lights in the corridor turned on.

Sang Qingyan explained: "I have no inspiration and want to stay at your house for a while."

At this time, Lin later noticed that he was still holding a keyboard and a tablet in his hands.

"Oh, come in then." When Lin walked over in his later years, he turned to look at the stairs. Su Ling had already disappeared.

Sang Qingyan paid attention to Lin's behavior in his later years. He lowered his eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked his eyes.

'Click-'

In his later years, Lin opened the door and the door opened.

Sang Qingyan asked in a faint tone: "Is that the woman you want to pursue?"

The voice came from behind, and Lin Lainian felt a chill go down his spine. He looked at the unclear-looking young man and said, "No, I just met my neighbor not long ago."

"Oh."

The surrounding cold air has subsided quite a bit.

walk in.

Lin put down his backpack in his later years and picked up a cup to pour him water.

Sang Qingyan put his things on the table, picked up the stand, placed the tablet, and plugged in the converter.

After taking a sip from the water glass handed over by Lin in his later years, he sat on the sofa and looked at the tablet with a serious look.

It seems that he really wants to write down his words here in Lin's later years.