Seasonal season

At ten o'clock in the morning, Wenxi returned to the editorial department from the editor's office.The sunlight from outside the glass corridor made him enter the office with the tightly drawn curtains, and he squinted his eyes slightly.

There are people sitting in his seat.The man turned the back of his chair, chatting with a group of chirping colleagues.In normal times, such pomp and circumstance do not occur around this chair.

Wenxi doesn't like the fact that the office is like a vegetable market.He especially doesn't like others to move his desk and chairs, and it is strictly forbidden to sit and talk like this without permission.He is not a leader, but no one likes to look at his cold face or listen to his cold words, so everyone has been reluctantly following this rule.

When the colleagues saw Wenxi approaching with a cold face, they immediately cleared up the topic and dispersed angrily.When the visitor noticed the situation, the host turned the chair around comfortably, with a happy smile hanging on the corner of his lips.

"Ah, back!"

Wenxi remembered what the editor-in-chief told him just now, looked at Yu Hang in front of him, moved his lips, and didn't say anything dissatisfied.Since this person is capable of persuading his superiors to let him write soft articles for him, as a subordinate, he has no right to resist, and he can only obey obediently.

Besides, he just had a bad impression of Yu Hang, not RMB.

Wenxi pointed to a corner of the office: "There are extra chairs over there, please go get one yourself."

Yu Hang didn't rush to get up, until Wenxi's expression became colder and colder, he reluctantly raised his arms, and sighed: "I don't know if I see you again, does Editor Song feel a little embarrassed?"

Wenxi replied coldly: "Each perform their duties, I will do what I have to do, so why not be ashamed!"

"That's true." Yu Hang stood up with a smile, and whispered in his ear, "It is said that journalists and editors are the best at adapting to the wind, which is true."

Wenxi was slightly annoyed, pushed him aside, pulled the chair over and sat down by himself.

"That's all I've said, you seem to be serious with your expression." Yu Hang still stood still, and said, "What else is Editor Song busy with? I think it's getting late, so we can go."

Wenxi gave him a blank look inexplicably.

Yu Hang was surprised and said: "Didn't the editor-in-chief tell you, why don't you take the time to visit my unit first? Isn't it better to get things done as soon as possible?"

Wenxi was bored for a while, and casually glanced at Li Chen's empty seat: "The photographer is not here, so I can't go today! I'll let you know when I have time."

Yu Hang was not so easy to dismiss, no matter whether he agreed or not, he decided to put away the things on the table for him, and dragged him up very neatly: "You don't have to worry about this, I have photography, as long as you go. "

Wenxi originally thought that even if he couldn't get rid of this task, at least he would grind him for a while, telling him not to say sorry next time he bumped into someone.But this person doesn't act according to common sense, he has no skin and no face, and he has nowhere to start.

The other party has always invited people over politely. When I met such an owner, let alone be polite, I almost dragged him out of the magazine building, and then threw him into the open car door like a piece of cargo.Wenxi watched him getting into the car triumphantly, and instantly felt kidnapped.

Wenxi figured it out when the car went out and turned on the main road.According to the editor-in-chief, it is impossible not to do this.You have to do it sooner or later, it is better to start early and end early, so as to save such people from running to the magazine office every three days.

Yu Hang turned to look at him: "Are you editors so narrow-minded?"

Wenxi ignored it and turned to look out the window.

"I usually do interviews like this, so I'm not afraid of people complaining?"

Wenxi glanced at him and smiled sinisterly: "Our unit only reads the thank you letter, and never opens the complaint box."

Yu Hang suddenly said "oh".

Wenxi further explained: "Actually, complaining or not complaining is not very effective. Just do what you want. If you can't do it, I can't write you in the sky, otherwise it is a scam."

"Sounds like you're going to get revenge on me?"

Wenxi smiled knowingly, with an expression of "you are not worthy", "I just want to popularize science with you, and when it comes to dealing with editors, just understand it in your heart."

Yu Hang's mouth turned up: "I don't need to understand. Anyway, after the article is written, I still have to read it. If it doesn't match the facts, I will sue Director Luo."

Wenxi smiled brightly: "Director Luo is in the marketing department, and he only cares about advertising subscriptions. You're hugging the wrong thigh."

"I know your editor-in-chief. Is there nothing to say now?"

"It doesn't matter to me if I know anyone, you like to tell me." Wenxi reminded leisurely, "Please look at the car in front of you, you are almost kissing someone."

Yu Hang's gaze paused, and he stepped on the brakes hastily.

For the next period of time, Yu Hang was driving, Wenxi was in a daze, and the two of them were speechless for a long time.

While waiting for the red light, Yu Hang asked, "How old is Editor Song?"

Wenxi said, "It's older than you anyway."

"You don't even know how old I am, how did you come to the conclusion?"

Wenxi squinted at him: "It can be seen from your immature behavior."

Seeing the red light turn green, Yu Hang suddenly kicked the accelerator to the end: "Like this?"

Wenxi was pushed back by the sudden acceleration, her body suddenly hung, and she felt like she was about to be thrown away.

"There is something wrong with your brain!"

"Let you say I'm immature."

Wenxi was sweating.For such a person, the editor-in-chief actually earnestly asked him to write a soft article. I didn't know how many times this guy stretched out his hand to the editor-in-chief's small eyes.

The speed of the car slowed down, Wenxi cleared up her frightened mood, and then asked, "What do you do?"

"you guess."

Wenxi gave up and leaned back in the chair, not bothering to pay attention to him.Xin said, if it wasn't for work, you thought I was really curious?

When Yu Hang was driving, he always liked to glance at him from time to time.

Wenxi was irritated by the look: "Don't look at me, look at the front! Am I a traffic light?"

Yu Hang laughed: "It's the same as what my driving school instructor said."

"..."

"Does Editor Song have a girlfriend?"

Wenxi leaned against the car window, looking at the passing buildings outside: "Didn't you introduce me?"

Yu Hang glanced at his portrait-like profile: "Is it too carefree?"

Wenxi was entangled enough by him: "You talk too much."

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"

Wenxi widened her eyes, sat up straight, and shouted, "Are you really sick?"

Yu Hang was frightened by him: "Is the reaction too big? I just want to ask, do you have any male friends, buddies, brothers?"

Wenxi rubbed her forehead vigorously.Talk to this kind of person, if you are serious, you will lose.

"You call your brothers 'boyfriends'?"

"I specifically emphasized it to distinguish my previous 'girlfriend'." Turning an intersection, "Editor Song..."

Wenxi leaned back against the car window, looking out: "What's the matter?"

"You are so impatient, isn't it easy to scare people during the interview?"

Wenxi said: "So far, there is no owner who will make people manic like you."

"Could it be that my dad has a good personality and didn't drive you crazy?"

Wenxi showed impatience again: "How far is it from your unit?"

Yu Hang looked at the time on the dashboard: "About 10 minutes. Why are you asking?"

"I want to see if I have enough stamina to last until then." Wenxi let out a few breaths, turned his neck, and thought of something, "Who is your father?"

Yu Hang withdrew his smile: "Haven't you just interviewed?"

It took Wenxi a long time to realize: "Yu Fuqiang, is that your father?"

Yu Hang seemed a little aware of his slip of the tongue, and after casually nodding, he told him that he would be there after passing the traffic light.

Seeing his sudden depression, Wenxi thought to himself: It really is an illegitimate child.