Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

A curly-haired chestnut boy slowly walked up the scenic line where the wooden spiral staircase intersected with the glass handrail.

"Momo~ wuwuwuwu~ baby you finally came, if you don't come I will be tortured to death by the Mediterranean Sea!!"

The poor little girl with red eyes came out of the office and rushed over to the boy when she saw him, giving him a big bear hug, almost knocking the folder in his hand apart.

Yu Yin cried and recounted what had just happened, and then reluctantly dragged Si Mo to the office: "Mo Mo baby, since we are sisters, please help me this time! Please help me share the anger of the Mediterranean!"

...What a damn plastic sister.

"Speak nicely." The young man adjusted his black-framed glasses, which had no strong prescription, and extended his index finger to elegantly and calmly push Yu Yin away, with an expression that showed he was annoyed with her.

"Hey, editor-in-chief~" The girl bumped his shoulder in a sly voice, "Let's not talk too much, let's go in! Maybe you will get something unexpected from this meeting!"

Entering the meeting room, she pressed Si Mo to his seat again and again, as if she was afraid that he would run away, "Old Yan, I brought him to you."

Si Mo: “?”

Yan Wenzhong had just hung up a phone call, his face still flushed with emotion. He turned back in his boss chair, and when he saw the extra young man, his shrewd eyes suddenly lit up.

Oh, what an injustice... cough cough, "It's the editor-in-charge of the company. How is the work going?"

As the gold medal editor with the last chance for promotion in the Editorial Department, Yan Wenzhong had no worries about his professional ability. He followed the principle of "the more capable, the more work" and intended to throw the hot potato to him.

Sure enough, after a few pleasantries, they quickly got down to business.

Old Yan drank wolfberry water, his eyes full of smiles wandering over Si Mo. Combined with his dark face, it looked like a malicious smile no matter how you looked at it: "Editor Zhou has resigned, and the authors she had are now being distributed to some of you. Has anyone received one?"

The conference room was silent. The six people looked at each other and shook their heads. "Report to the editor-in-chief! Sister Xiaohua told me that I took over a female writer."

"Me too. I have already contacted the author and have completed the handover."

"I……"

Her sight stopped at Yu Yin's head. She raised her hand in dismay and said with an apologetic smile, "I, I may say I don't have any, but I'm busy preparing for a new book by a great author, so I don't have time to spare..."

After saying that, he quickly shrank his neck and lowered his head, with an attitude of "don't get close to me", and glanced at the boy opposite with a guilty look.

Don't blame her for being immoral. If you want to blame someone, blame that difficult-to-serve Zou Yanzhi. She doesn't want to be a shameless bootlicker just to ask for an article.

Sisters are birds of the same forest, but they fly away when disaster strikes. Whoever gets hit by it will be unlucky!

Si Mo: “…”

The silent phone vibrated in his hand. He just glanced at it and saw a message of apology. Yu Yin sent him three confession and kneeling emojis, and a paragraph of text:

"Thank you for saving my life, I'll treat you to a meal next time!"

"Ahem." Old Yan knocked on the table twice: "If that's the case, then the only one left is the editor-in-chief, right?"

Si Mo raised his head and said calmly, "Yes, I haven't received any news of her resignation, nor have I... received any news from the author."

"Oh, that's perfect! Editor Zhou just happened to have one that he hasn't handed in yet. How about Editor Si help out?"

It’s not that we didn’t have time, it’s obvious that no one wanted Zou Dafo.

"It's happily settled. I'll contact... you can contact that person yourself and have Zou Yanzhi take over. Okay, adjourn the meeting!"

After the phone call just now, Zhou Xiaohua blocked all his contact information, including the office landline.

Yan Wenzhong waved his hand impatiently and drove everyone away.

If Si Mo hadn't come this time, Zou Yanzhi would have been destined to fall into the hands of the poor office worker Yu Yin. She was so grateful that she almost cried, and as soon as the meeting was over, she insisted on asking Si Mo to have lunch with her.

In the process, the shortcomings of the great writer Zou Yanzhi were introduced (complained) in detail. Editors are most afraid of two types of authors.

"First, he is difficult and disobedient. No matter how I explain it, he won't understand. Apart from being able to write books, he knows nothing else. He is just like finding a nanny for himself."

"The second one is the one who loves cold violence. Zou Yanzhi is the Zou God that everyone knows. He is usually nowhere to be found when something happens!"

"That's why I said I feel sorry for you, Ah Mobao! The editor-in-chief restricted him to submit his manuscript by the end of next month, and Xiaohua was forced to resign. You can imagine this person... If you want to find him, you can only do it manually."

Yu Yin curled her lips and looked at the boy who was picking fish bones slowly across from her. She couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch his fair face. She thought, he is still too young.

"Wow, how can you be so cute! The appearance is correct, the sexual orientation is correct, Mobao, you are a natural omega! That's great, I have material for my novel again hehehe."

Si Mo raised his head, and his deep eyes swept across Yu Yin's worthless smiling face, looking at her like a fool.

"..."

"Have pity on me? Then why are you selling me?"

"You'd better keep your identity as a wild writer well covered. If I see a BL novel based on me..." Si Mo narrowed his eyes, and a cold warning flashed from his beautiful fox eyes, and his charm shone into his bones.

"How is that possible!" Yu Yin complained in her heart. She was writing climax in *Tang! There was no way that the innocent kid would find out~~

The literature club got off work soon. Zhou Xiaohua had just finished playing a game when she received a message about them. Without saying anything, she suddenly noticed the name behind the company title and was stunned:

"Xiao Mo, is that you? Mediterranean actually asked you to take over Zou Yanzhi? Does he still have a conscience?"

Because she had seen Zou Dafo's cold-bloodedness in the past, she knew how difficult he was to deal with. She would be very upset no matter which acquaintance took over the mess.

Si Mo stared at the abrupt little yellow flower in the portrait opposite him and typed, "Well, Sister Zhou, please send me his address. I'll go over tonight."

If you want to find Zou Yanzhi, there is really only one way as Yu Yin said, that is to go to his house and arrest him. It is hard to say how many editors have been blocked by Zou Yanzhi.

Each editor in charge of a writer will receive a copy of the writer's information at the beginning, and the writer's home address will be included when signing the contract in case of an emergency where the writer cannot be found.

"Oh, Xiaomo, I really need to remind you that he is not someone you can win over by pestering him. Do you think I haven't been there before?"

"That big shot, he has no sympathy at all. I stood at his door for two hours in the middle of winter, but he didn't even open the door for me! He doesn't even have the decency to show mercy to a woman!"

Thinking back to that time, there was only a cold voice coming from inside the door asking her who she was. She said she was his editor, but after getting the answer, nothing happened...

She still remembers that voice, which was even colder than the weather in February.