Great God's Feeding Rules

Fang Zuo had no choice but to take out his phone under the gaze of Yin Xiuneng who roasted him into flames.

As soon as the dialing page came out, Yin Xiu passed the phone over, and before Fang Zuo could react, the call was connected. It was a very light bite, but it was enough to prove the existence of the other party.

Fang Zuo did not respond for a long time, and glanced at Yin Xiu in a daze.

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

Yin Xiu frowned, completely ignoring Fang Zuo's existence, and his tone of speech didn't match the usual solemn expression.

The other party obviously hesitated for a while: "Where is Fang Zuo?"

Unwilling, Yin Xiu handed the phone back to Fang Zuo. He didn't speak, but his eyes seemed to want to drag him out to eat him alive at any time.

"Brother Bai." Fang Zuo called out in embarrassment.

"Going back to work?"

"Well, just got back."

Fang Zuo replied, looking up at Yin Xiu, afraid that he would do something unreasonable if he was upset.

However, Bai Chenyi seemed to be very busy there, and someone called him before he had a few words with him. Fang Zuo said to let him be busy first, and then he was about to hang up the phone, but the pair of eager eyes on the other side made him look up hesitantly. look.

Sure enough, Yin Xiu snatched the phone back from him, and was about to say something to Bai Chen when a busy tone came from there.

"Chief editor?"

Yin Xiu froze for a moment, handed the phone back to Fang Zuo, frowned slightly, and kept staring at Fang Zuo's phone.

"Editor-in-Chief, I'll go out if I have nothing to do."

"Well, work hard."

Seeing Yin Xiu's serious face, Fang Zuo remembered the scene that Bei Ye invited him to on the night of the finale banquet. They also talked about it afterwards, but Fang Zuo flatly rejected it. But Fang Zuo insisted.

Now hearing Yin Xiu's words, work hard, Fang Zuo cheered up even more.

As if it was a long vacation, it was time for him to return to work.

I don’t know if the things taught by Beiye have achieved remarkable results. Fang Zuo will go through other people’s manuscripts now, and besides direct affirmations and negations, he will also have other judgments of his own. In other words, the other party has repeated too much. Besides, whether there are any logical problems in the character setting in the play, or other things, Fang Zuo feels that reading the draft has become a bit handy, which is completely different from before.

Smiling slightly, Fang Zuo could easily imagine Beiye's expression after hearing his words. Of course, he could also imagine that Beiye tricked him into doing certain things, obviously for his own benefit, but he didn't say a word. The way he misunderstood.

Unconsciously, I wanted to go back and meet Bei Ye.

I want to know if he is wasting his brain to write "Conspiracy Anthology" now, or which drama has attracted people's attention again, and then discuss copyright matters with others.

However, Fang Zuo recently discovered that apart from these things, Beiye seems to have another identity.

Of course, these discoveries come from the day of the youth banquet.

As soon as they left the door of the hotel, Beiye's cell phone rang. In the middle of the night, who would call in idleness if it wasn't something important? Lan Guo's father, who had never met, seemed to be talking to him about the script and actors.

It was still inconvenient to talk on the phone, and then both parties hung up the phone, and the voice of Lan Guo's father seemed to want Bei Ye to come over to help, while cultivating newcomers, while planning the next drama.

He didn't ask Bei Ye, and Bei Ye didn't seem to want him to know too much. He just felt that Bei Ye was somewhat resistant to that place.

A conversation box popped up at the bottom right of the computer, Fang Zuo put aside the things in his mind and opened it to look. The blue fat man's head flashed, and a line of words was written underneath.

"I'm hungry, when do you leave work?"

"Six o'clock," Fang Zuo frowned, "If you don't eat, you will starve to death. If you dare to repeat what happened last time, you will be carried out sideways."

"Oh," the other side seemed to reply weakly, "Then I will die before you kill me."

Fang Zuo didn't bother to talk to him, and was about to close the dialog box, when another message popped up suddenly.

"I miss you."

The hands on the keyboard trembled imperceptibly, Fang Zuo looked at the screen, and pressed the keys for a while.

"Ah."

In a panic, he quickly forked out the conversation box, Fang Zuo's heart was thumping non-stop, and his mind was full of Beiye saying this.

Flicking his eyes to the lower right corner, Fang Zuo was relieved that the blue fat man did not appear again.

However, there was an email flashing, and Fang Zuo saw an extra manuscript in the mailbox with his sharp eyes. He opened it with the left button, and looked through it patiently.

As if in the blink of an eye, it was time to get off work. The other person knocked on his table and said with a smile that he had a company dinner today and asked him to pack up his things, so they set off early.

Fang Zuo recalled it for a while, as if someone had told him this morning, but because there were too many gossips, he didn't listen carefully. At this moment, after being reminded by the other party, Fang Zuo quickly finished everything and turned off the computer.

The Bureau organized by Yin Xiu said that the new colleagues were familiar with each other. Although Fang Zuo had just joined the company, he had very little time in the company. Can't name it.

It just looks familiar, I just know their editor's name, but I have no impression of their real name.

"It can be regarded as a feast for the eyes of the company's girls." Tang Xiao hooked Fang Zuo's shoulders without any restraint, and compared with all the women present, "You don't know, before you joined the company, everyone in our department except Lin Mu that tigress doesn't have any young girls, and I'm facing a group of old men all day, I'm almost doubting my sexual orientation."

"Don't tell me, you are so handsome, if it wasn't for the following, I would have wanted to chase you."

Fang Zuo patted Tang Xiao's dog's paw, and moved to the side: "Don't make fun of me, if you drink too much, throw it up."

Normally, he would feel that Tang Xiaoren was gossiping, but he didn't expect that after drinking a little wine, he would talk about everything as if he was having fun.

Seeing Lin Mu next to him, he slapped him, and then sat down between Fang Zuo and Tang Xiao: "Don't tease our group favorite, Fang Zuo can let you touch it?"

"Hey, why can't I touch it anymore, do you still want to get married after you look so fierce all day?"

In fact, Tang Xiaoren is not bad-looking, but he has no sense in his mouth. No matter who he is, he just talks nonsense with others as if he is not perfect. No girl can like him when she sees him. In the company, it seems that Lin Mu's straightforward temperament can make him go back and let him have a long memory.

As for Lin Mu, don't define him just because he is a girl. He is the editor of the male channel. His full name is Xu Linmu. He usually looks like a tomboy, but his heart is unimaginably delicate. No one is less favored by her.

But as soon as these two people meet, they are sure to strike up within three sentences.

Just like an appointment, start a war at any time.

Fang Zuo shook his head, and said to Tang Xiao: "Can you do it? You're about to go to the third party. Have you found someone yourself?"