lonely city, lonely love

Gu Anfeng ate something with the little meat ball, and then carried her back.The child fell asleep quickly.Only the elderly in the ward are still struggling.

The breathing sound is heavy, as if something is crushing, the sound is very unpleasant.

"Little Gu." Uncle Li said softly, with an ethereal voice, "Will you take care of this child?" He continued without waiting for Gu Anfeng's answer. It seemed to be struggling, but his voice was firm, "Little Routuan is also a poor child. , she is an abandoned baby, I found her at the door, I have been worried about her household registration, I have no education, and I don't know what name should be better."

"Little Gu, don't let her become an orphan, okay?"

The old man's voice shattered the heart that was already broken. The moment the tears fell, Gu Anfeng tightly covered his mouth, unwilling to make a sound.

Tears are weakness, Gu Anfeng doesn't like it, but tonight is destined to be a weak night.

"Uncle Li, I will take care of her." Gu Anfeng tried to answer calmly, looking at the sleeping little meat ball in his arms, his smile was pale and powerless.

"Okay, okay..." The old man said hello a few times, then smiled, and finally closed his eyes tiredly. The tears in the corners of his eyes were obviously wet.

Life is like this, with bizarre twists and turns, and finally stumbles, no one knows what will happen in the next second.

After a sleepless night, in the morning, Gu Anfeng was woken up by the phone, and Xiao Routuan woke up early, lying on the bedside and chatting with Uncle Li, one old and one young, the picture is really harmonious.

"Excuse me, is this An Xi?" The other party was a female voice, extremely polite.

"Yes. May I ask who you are..." Gu Anfeng regained consciousness, glanced outside the bright window, slowly got up and came to the window, watching the people coming and going below.

Even the morning in the hospital is lively.

"I'm the editor of Shengshi Publishing House. I want to talk to you about the publication of your book "Lost". Do you have time now? Would it be convenient for you to come to the company?" Gu Anfeng couldn't help but feel polite. Refused, "It is the 1490th floor of Tianfeng Building, No. 14 Shuyaohang Street."

Gu Anfeng scratched his hair: "Okay. I'll come over now."

"Excuse me, we met to discuss in detail."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Anfeng took a look at Uncle Li and Xiao Routuan, then said a word and left.The entrance of the hospital was the most convenient place to take a taxi, and it was soon downstairs to Shengshi Company.

The elevators of large companies are also so grand. Press the "14" button, the elevator stops and starts, the originally crowded elevator gradually becomes empty, and finally reaches the 14th floor.

As soon as she came out, a woman in black work clothes came up with a smile, her hair was docile, not a single bit of it was curled up, and the smile on her face was just right, with standard eight teeth: "It's An Xi, right? "

Gu Anfeng nodded, and was taken to a small meeting room surrounded by glass.

"Sit down."

Gu Anfeng sat down and looked down at his shoes a little nervously. The white shoes had a special long lace, which was limply hanging on the ground.

The boy lowered his head, revealing his fair and slender neck, and the scenery was beautiful.

Seeing this landscape from a distance, Wuxin continued to listen to the secretary's report, her slender fingers casually rubbed against the document, the ink on it was smudged, and her fingernails were black.

Throwing the document on the table angrily, his voice was cold: "Do you want to sell such a thing?"

The secretary was like a rabbit who had been frightened all the time, with red eyes, he fled the office with the documents in his arms, and hurriedly left a sentence: "I'm sorry, I will improve immediately."

His dark eyes stared closely at the young man in the meeting room not far away, and finally his eyes became indifferent, and he closed the door fiercely in a distracted manner.

"thumping!"

Surprised by the loud closing sound of the door, Gu Anfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at the office not far away. The sign on it said "President's Office" and couldn't help but think to himself: The president of this company has a really bad temper.

After a while, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and there was a man with a pleasant smile, in a suit and leather shoes, sitting down gracefully, looking at Gu Anfeng: "I never thought that the famous Anshen is such a handsome boy."

The first sentence was just a joke, as if he didn't want to make the atmosphere too tough.But meeting Gu Anfeng who is not good at words, everything is useless.

I just smiled with the corners of my mouth pulled, and there was nothing else to say.

"I am the editor-in-chief responsible for this publication, and my name is Mo Chen." The other party extended his hand politely.

"Hello, I'm Gu Anfeng, the author of "Lost"."

"It's like this. Our company is very interested and wants to sign a contract with you." Mo Chen smiled and handed over a contract, "If you publish in our magazine, we can still be responsible for publishing it, and you become Dedicated writer for our company, win-win."

Looking at the densely packed treaties on it, Gu Anfeng felt a headache, and turned to the last page, where it was impressively written that Party A signed and Party B signed.It seems that only when these are attached to all contracts will they be truly serious, legal, and effective.

Gu Anfeng looked at Mo Chen in confusion: "How many years is this contract?"

"ten years."

Nodding his head, Gu Anfeng picked up the pen and was about to sign the contract. When the tip of the pen fell, it was Juanxiu's name.

Mo Chen stood up with a smile, and stretched out his hand politely. This is probably the fastest and most convenient author he has ever signed. He will not fight or grab, and will not make various demands. If you sign a contract, you will sign it. Incredibly fast.

"This is a contract about publishing." Handing over another contract, Mo Chen said with a smile, "You can take a look, the share is..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Anfeng had already signed the contract, and the speed was astounding.

"I want to ask, can my salary be paid in advance?" Gu Anfeng made the first request.Uncle Li's illness must be a money-burning existence, not because of Gu Anfeng's sense of justice, it's just that he doesn't want to let his unkindness increase.

Mo Chen froze for a moment: "I need to ask the president about this."

Gu Anfeng sat quietly in the conference room, expressing with actions that he was willing to wait.

Mo Chen entered the CEO's office just like that, and hesitated for a long time to say this matter, thinking that what was waiting for him was an angry accusation, after all, the CEO's temper has been very strange these days.Unexpectedly, the other party accepted it calmly.

Gracefully took out a bad check, with a low voice, and his dark eyes were surprisingly bright: "Let him fill in whatever he wants."

Heart skipped a beat.