everyone knows i love you

"Morning editor!"

"morning."

"Good morning, Editor-in-Chief!"

"Good morning."

"Did the editor-in-chief bring us a gift when he went abroad to meet his parents?"

"Yes, I was in a hurry to go out today and forgot, I will bring it to you tomorrow."

"Jupiter" magazine has seven people, including Shang Youxuan, including two from the finance department, and an art editor from the design department is temporarily stationed here because there are not enough seats in the design department.Except for an aunt in the finance department who is in her forties, the others are either born in the 90s or 80s. The young people usually like to play and play.

Before working hours, the door of the finance department was open, and Shang Youxuan came in with the flowers in her arms, smelling the fragrance immediately.In an instant, Wu Yang Yang squeezed five heads over and started discussing in a hurry.

"Someone sent you flowers again today. Who sent them? They are pink roses, 99, which look very high-end! Take a good look, there is still dew on them, did you pick them in the morning?"

"Our editor-in-chief is still the most charming, sending flowers, snacks, and cosmetics all year round."

"If my boyfriend sends me a big bouquet of roses, I will definitely give it to me on the spot!"

"Come on, with your tonnage, your boyfriend will probably splatter blood on the spot."

Relying on her height, the editor tipped her feet and stretched out her long arms, and pulled out the card with two fingers from the middle.

Shang Youxuan randomly picked two roses that bloomed well, and gave the rest to the colleague who was working hard: "I'll go to review the manuscript, just like before, you can deal with it."

"Rachel?" The editor flipped open the card and smiled at the only word on it, "This person is too straightforward, so I just write a name and don't express my love, what's like 'love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be fine' Ping'ah, it's far worse than the young masters before."

Shang Youxuan paused imperceptibly.

The editor turned around and threw the delicate card into the trash can.

Several colleagues shared the roses equally, and the whole office was immediately filled with intoxicating fragrance. Colleagues from other departments passed by the gate of the magazine, smelled it, shook their heads enviously and said: "Your office is better, you don't need to buy flowers, and you don't need to buy flowers every few days." Someone will send a new one every day."

After finishing talking, there was still time for outsiders to come and pick up two. Not long after, a delicate pink rose was stuck in a vase on everyone's table on the 29th floor.

Shang Youxuan raised her eyes and saw the roses in front of her. There was no wave between her brows and eyes, she lowered her head and continued to review the manuscript.

At ten o'clock in the morning, she came out of the office with the meeting notebook and the magazine manuscripts of the three schools, with a serious expression: "The second issue of "Jupiter" will be printed in the factory next week, and it needs to be typeset. Hand over the proofreaded manuscript to Mr. Zhou from the design department. This is a manuscript that has been proofread in the first period and three times, and there are still many mistakes. You can read it yourself and pay attention next time. Sisi—"

The editor looked up from the cubicle: "Here."

Shang Youxuan: "You are going to do the cover."

US editor: "Okay, I'll give it to you before Friday."

"I'm going to the conference room for a meeting first." As soon as she got involved in professional work, her demeanor seemed to change. manuscript.

After Shang Youxuan left, the three of them flipped through the assigned manuscripts, and their brows that were still puzzled suddenly frowned.

In addition to ample knowledge reserves, the job of editing is a special test of eyesight, including but not limited to typos, punctuation marks, word spacing, and fonts. A book of "Jupiter" magazine must be proofread at least three times. The first proofreading is on the computer. First, correct the parts that are different from the paper manuscript, and correct superficial language errors and typos at the same time; the second proofreading is to proofread the printed version of the electronic manuscript that has been revised before, and the three editors exchange and proofread the manuscript that has been proofread by a colleague; The third school is personally checked by Shang Youxuan, and she can only go to the factory for printing after she confirms that it is correct.

If many mistakes are still found in Shang Youxuan, it proves that the first two rounds of proofreading are inefficient labor.The three were hit hard by this.

An editor leaned on the table and lamented: "I don't think it is necessary for me to exist in this magazine. The editor-in-chief alone can do the work of the three of us."

"Add me."

"If you add another me, you can't find the value of your own labor."

The editor laughed when he heard what they said, and said while looking in the mirror: "Didn't you see that Shang Youxuan seemed to be in a bad mood this morning?"

She is older than Shang Youxuan and usually calls her by her first name.

A head came out from between the grids, lay on the glass, and asked curiously, "Where did you see it?"

"From..." the editor put a stop to it, turned the eyebrow pencil in his hand, pointed to the open door of Shang Youxuan's office, smiled inscrutablely, "Look at the trash can."

——Two pink roses were mixed among the waste manuscripts in the trash can.

The editor-in-chief never threw flowers before.

"Oh~" The four of them exchanged glances tacitly, and the editor picked up the card again from the wastebasket at his feet, and waved it.

"Rachel?" She drawled, her tone narrow.

A female editor said: "Tsk, I think this name looks like a girl."

Another said: "Second."

The third said: "Although I'm a man, I think it's a bit wasteful for a beautiful and capable woman like the editor-in-chief to match rough men."

"I'll wait and see. I have to keep this card, I have a mysterious premonition," the editor suddenly blew on the edge of the card, and laughed, "Lilies also have spring."

When Shang Youxuan came back from the meeting, the four of them had already worked hard at their desks, their eyes were sharp, and they wanted to poke holes in the keyboard/manuscript. Shang Youxuan didn't know why, so she thought she had been hit by herself, so she comforted and persuaded: " If you don’t know how to do it, just look at it more, everyone came here like this, don’t look at things so hard, your eyes are easy to damage.”

The editors said seriously: "Understood, editor-in-chief."

Shang Youxuan nodded, went back to the inner office, and closed the door behind her.

The chattering voices rang out again.

Naturally, Shang Youxuan couldn't hear their big discussion about her love life. She endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back. She put down the red pen in her hand, untied the screen with her left hand and logged in to Weibo.

For some reason, Shang Youxuan felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment when she saw that there was no new news on the private message column.

Roar!Don't you share with yourself after sending flowers?Also, I am a stranger I have chatted with for a few days, why should I share with myself.

Ding-dong-

But at this time, a new text message came into the phone, from an unfamiliar number: [15xxxxxxxxx]: Youxuan, I am Qiao Tong who just met you two days ago. I saw a wild rose garden in the middle of the day, and I sent you a little by the way, what do you think?

Shang Youxuan: "..."

While shopping on the road, I came across a wild rose garden casually, what a coincidence.She has stabilized like this, what else can she say?

Shang Youxuan was suddenly a little angry again.

[18xxxxxxxxx]: You remember the number wrong, my name is not Youxuan, my surname is Feng, and my name is Feng Ergou.

[15xxxxxxxxx]: Sorry, I found the wrong person.

The moody Shang Youxuan leaned back in the seat and became happy.

Qiao Tong frowned, and called Qiao Hang: "Father, is the phone number you gave me to Shang Youxuan correct?"

Qiao Heng waved his secretary down and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window: "That's right, I asked Lao Qin to confirm it, what's wrong?"

Qiao Tong was a little anxious: "Then what did the other party say about me—" Her voice stopped suddenly, she patted her forehead in frustration, and said with a smile, "Okay, Dad, I understand, I was confused."

Shang Youxuan's phone ding-dong again, she pulled it over and glanced at the screen.

[15xxxxxxxxx]: That's right, I'm looking for Feng Ergou.Hello, Ergou.

[18xxxxxxxxx]: Are you scolding me?