After living with a straight man, I became a menswear boss

"Boom, boom, boom."

The regular knocking on the door interrupted Shi Yi's continual talk.

Several people looked at each other and turned their attention to the gate of the editorial department.

Xinmei Publishing House is located in a building in the center of Spring City, and the editorial office is located on the 18th floor of the building.

When the elevator comes out, the first thing you see is the transparent glass door of the editorial office.

In order to better ensure the quality of the work and prevent outsiders from entering and exiting, the gate of the editorial department has access control, and you have to use the work card to enter and exit.

It's just that these editors are the ones who communicate in the editorial department on weekdays, but they really haven't encountered the experience of being knocked on the door a few times.

Therefore, everyone's first reaction when they heard the knock on the door was surprise.

It took a few seconds before someone realized they were going to open the door.

Shi Yi thought of something belatedly, he let out an "ah" and jumped up from his seat.

He forgot about Shi Jin's coming.

Seeing his reaction, Tang Yuan rolled her eyes in a circle: "Is Teacher Shi Qian here? I'll open the door!"

As she spoke, she patted Eleven on the shoulder, and rushed to the door before him: "I'll pick you up for you, sit down and have a good rest!"

"Hey, how can it be." Shi Yi was in a hurry, and trotted all the way to follow: "You wait for me, I will go too."

Devil Wei just told him to take him to the editor-in-chief's office.

Qiaoqiao, who was a step behind, stomped her feet on the spot.

The big cat pulled the chair back to his seat and saw people piled up together, so he raised his volume a little and cleared his throat: "Ahem, sit back, it's a mess, what do people think of us?"

Crash.

For a while, the office was filled with the sound of chair wheels rolling on the floor.

On the surface, it seems that he has resumed his serious work, but when he looks closely, his eyes are fixed on the direction of the door.

Coming from the gate is not a straight corridor, you have to turn a corner to reach the editorial office.

Qiaoqiao's station is just the first one after the turn, perfectly occupying the favorable terrain.

She flapped her fingers and tapped on the keyboard, but her ears were pricked up, always paying attention to the movement at the door.

Thanks to her excellent hearing ability since she was a child, she heard the small steps of Tang Yuan trotting all the way and the sound of Shi Yi chasing her.

When approaching the door, Xiao Sui suddenly stopped, and Tang Yuan's soft voice gasped: "Hiss——"

Then Shi Yi hurriedly opened the door.

Qiaoqiao's heart picked up, and she typed out a row of gibberish characters with her fingertips, and sent it without thinking.

The author opposite sent a series of question marks.

Qiaoqiao quickly withdrew the message and resent what she was about to say.

After completing this series of actions, the commotion at the gate just stopped, and turned into a few footsteps.

She moved her ears.

That procrastinating walk should be Shi Yi's. He always likes to shuffle when he walks, and he doesn't know how many pairs of shoes he will wear out throughout the year.

And the frequency of that track is slightly fast, and the ones who walk and jump are glutinous rice balls. The little girl is not very old, and her temper is relatively lively. She always likes to bounce when she walks.

So the remaining Tao belongs to that era?

Qiaoqiao simply stopped typing on the keyboard and listened carefully.

Ok.

The sound of the leather shoes stepping on the ground is clear and regular, and the timing of each time the footsteps hit the ground is almost the same as the last time. He is a very organized person.

Wear leather shoes.

Then the otaku she guessed just now was wrong.

The remaining two options, a middle-aged elegant uncle, and an old wise elder, seem to be meaningless.

Qiaoqiao suddenly lost interest.

Turning her gaze back to the computer screen, she rested her chin on one hand while typing on the keyboard slowly with the other.

The author on the opposite side repeatedly struggled with her on the issue of prohibited subjects, and with a frown of her delicately trimmed eyebrows, she picked up the keyboard and started typing.

So when she finished outputting her passion, she realized that the office, which was full of keyboard sounds just now, was eerily quiet at the moment.

Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment.

A shadow seemed to hang over his head.

Only then did she smell a quiet fragrance, which was not like perfume, it was light and faint, and it smelled very pleasant.

She looked up.

In the next second, a row of large characters swiped through the screen in my mind:

Whose peerless handsome man threw me at my desk! !

Shi? The handsome man who was thrown at the table looked at the expressionless woman in front of him, and pursed his thin lips: "Sorry, can your feet..."

Sure enough, the handsome guy even has a nice voice.

Qiaoqiao thought dizzily.

But what was the handsome guy talking to me just now?

The dull brain slowly decomposes the received information,

The next second, she suddenly lowered her head.

A graceful long leg stretched straight out in an extremely stretched posture, passed by the desk, and spanned most of the aisle at the corner.

Coupled with the miscellaneous piles of sundries beside the desk, they perfectly blocked the way for people to walk.

She is really amazing.

Qiaoqiao gave herself a thumbs-up silently, and by the way flattened the desperate crying villain, then sat up straight with a serious expression, "Sorry."

Shi Jin thanked: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Watching the black-clothed young man Xin Chang's back go away, Qiaoqiao put on a pretty face, feeling the whispers of discussion in his ears quickly reaching its peak after the black-clothed youth entered the editor-in-chief's office.

She thought for a while and stood up.

"Hey—" the big cat held her back: "What are you going to do?"

Qiaoqiao stared at him seriously, and said firmly, "I have to find the suggestion box in our editorial department."

"What's the suggestion box for? What's your suggestion?"

"Team building!" Qiaoqiao shook off his claws and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office without looking back: "In order to better promote the relationship between the author and the responsible editor, I think it is necessary to hold a large-scale team building Activity!"

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Shi Yi led people to the door of the editor-in-chief's office: "This is it."

Shi Jin nodded and was about to go in.

Shi Yi suddenly reached out to stop him, with a tangled tone: "Shi Jin, you don't mean to jump to Wei Yu, do you?"

He stared pitifully at Shijin, almost shedding two tears: "Look at our relationship for so many years, you just leave as soon as you say, what do you want me to do!"

Shi Jin was slightly taken aback: "I didn't—"

"I understand, I understand everything!" Shi Yi pressed his hand, his eyes earnest: "So, if you want to change jobs, can you take me with you?"

Shi Jin: "..."

He was quiet for two seconds, looked up at Shi Yi: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I have no plans to go to Xiaoyu for the time being."

For a moment, Shi Yi felt as if he saw the slightly raised mouth of the young man in black.

But when he shook his head, he still saw Shi Jin's calm face.

But the news was enough for him to be happy.

Shi Yi tried his best to control his cheekbones, and cleared his throat: "What, Editor-in-Chief Wei is waiting for you inside."

After finishing the words, before Shi Jin could reply, she stepped forward and knocked on the door for him.

"Enter."

The man's voice without emotion passed through the door, but it still carried strength.

Shi Jin glanced at Shi Yi, and got an encouraging look from the other side.

Shi Jin: ...Actually, it is not really necessary.

He closed his eyes, simply did not look at him, turned and opened the door.

The man sitting at the desk processing documents looked up at him.

Shi Jin closed the door: "Editor Wei."

Wei Chan pushed his glasses, and tapped the seat in front of the desk with his right hand holding the pen: "Sit."

Shi Jin put the black umbrella in the corner by the door and walked forward.

The pulleys of the leather seats rub against the ground, making a slight noise.

The young man in black had cool eyebrows and a calm expression. He originally had a cold and thin appearance, but he had a red mole on his forehead, which added a bit of beauty.

The steel pen cap collided with the table, making a crisp sound.

Wei Chan clasped his hands on the table, his eyes were covered by his gold-rimmed glasses, and he could only hear his smiling voice: "So... Teacher Shi Qian looks like this."

Shi Jin frowned, keenly aware of the prying in his eyes.

He pursed his lips, his expression was slightly cool: "We seem to have met last time."

"That's different." Wei Chan smiled, and said politely: "The teacher wore a mask last time, how can I see it clearly this time?"

I was silent for a while.

Wei Chan's eyes made him feel offended.

Sensing the faint rejection from the young man in black, Wei Chan turned his cuff buttons, and a flash of light flashed through his gold-rimmed glasses.

"About calling you here this time." He pushed his glasses and resumed his work: "It's about Weiyu Publishing House."

The author says:

So what, can I quietly ask for a nutrient solution [tweaking] [fingers] [star eyes] [acting like a baby] [rolling] [acting cute]