You’re My Belated Happiness

Ruan Yu almost didn't hold his phone steady, hesitated to type: "Excuse me, is there a video interview necessary for this case?"

"Ok."

She feels cold. Last night I thought it would be nice not to face each other, but today Flag said it was down.

Ruan Yu looked down at his pajamas and pajamas, and quickly replied, "Excuse me, it's not very convenient for me now."

"how long?"

Such concise and concise questioning is indeed shocking, and the tone cannot be accurately judged through the screen. Ruan Yu even feels that he seems to be impatient.

Thinking that she had only missed an appointment for an hour, and the hypocritical video was not a video, she couldn't justify it, so she had to boast to Haikou: "In ten minutes."

Didn't see Xu Huaisong say good or bad, she only realized it for a long time, is this the default timing started?

Ruan Yu quickly threw down the phone, took off his pajamas, grabbed a chiffon shirt with lotus leaf sleeves and put it on his head. After wearing it, he felt a bit transparent, and then took off the lining again.

It was too late to change her pajamas. Considering that the lower part of the body could be ignored in the video, she turned her head and ran to the dressing table.

The person in the mirror looks like a dish from exhaustion and haggard.

No way.

It is said that the ex-boyfriend can't lose in the battle, and the "ex-boy god" and "ex-boyfriend" are just one word apart. Isn't it half a catty? How can it be so sloppy.

Ruan Yu took out the make-up cream and applied it to his face, then covered a little concealer under his eyes, and finally applied a thin layer of water-red lip glaze. When he was about to be done, he glanced at his bangs, and the alarm bell rang in his heart.

The bangs are too oily and it's too late to wash her hair, but the fluffy powder she used for emergency seems to have been used up two months ago.

There are two minutes left.

She rummaged the cabinet for a while, and could only unscrew the loose powder and threw it on her hair.

In the last thirty seconds, she ran to the living room and turned on the computer, breathing heavily and slowly, while typing: "Lawyer Xu, I can do it here."

The other end was still for fifteen seconds before sending a video invitation.

Ruan Yu adjusted the lens angle with one hand, rubbed his face with the other, tried to smile, and then pressed the accept button.

Xu Huaisong appeared on the screen.

He wore a simple and decent white shirt, full of buttons, and even the two cuffs were missing. He was looking down and flipping through a pile of materials, showing a tight workplace elite.

He didn't look at her and was completely at work, Ruan Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

If possible, she hopes not to have any eye contact with him.

But it seemed that she had heard the voice of luck from the bottom of her heart. The next second, Xu Huaisong raised his head. She immediately sat down in distress and greeted him: "Hello, Lawyer Xu."

With a cry of "Lawyer Xu is good," he yelled out "the chief is good."

Xu Huaisong's gaze swept across the screen, and like the chief, he nodded to her, then lowered his head again, flipped through the information and said, "Miss Ruan's manuscript is a bit long."

Only then did Ruan Yu realize that he had printed out the information she had passed last night, two thick stacks.

She felt tight and calmly said: "It's okay, you take your time."

Xu Huaisong really looked at the manuscript slowly.

Contrary to his calmness and calmness, Ruan Yu folded his arms and was as nervous as a pupil attending a class, staring at the screen and carefully observing the changes in his expression.

She was afraid of which section he saw, and suddenly felt familiar.

But Xu Huaisong didn't have any extra actions except turning the page. He seemed to be reading other people's stories.

Ruan Yu slowly relaxed.

With this relaxation, he noticed the environment around him.

It looks like a study room with simple furnishings. The tables and chairs are in cool colors. The black bookcases at the back are neatly lined with books. Several books are staggeringly thick.

On his right hand, a corner of the black floor-to-ceiling window was faintly exposed.

The sky in the East Eight District is already shining brightly, but the West Eight District is still sinking in the darkness.

Ruan Yu stared at him for a while, his cervical spine became stiff, and he twisted his neck to get ready to move, but was quickly caught by the opponent.

Xu Huaisong looked up and suddenly met her eyes.

She gave a violent stop, twisted her neck halfway, and stubbornly tilted her head to kill.

Ruan Yu didn't know if Xu Huaisong had been killed, but she had killed herself.

There was a clear click from her neck, and she closed her eyes because of pain, but she didn't notice that the person on the other end of the screen, the original faint eyes flashed slightly.

When she opened her eyes, Xu Huaisong had already lowered her head again.

A quarter of an hour later, Ruan Yu saw that he seemed to be tired, he turned over the manuscript, and probably planned to continue later. He raised his eyes and said to her, "The production of the anti-color palette, talk about your thoughts."

She cleared her throat, opened her mouth but paused, swept her head down, and found that she had forgotten to bring the relevant information from beginning to end.

What is she doing, can she be more professional?

Ruan Yu paused here, Xu Huaisong seemed to understand, stretched out his hand and motioned to her to please. She said, "Wait a minute," she got up and planned to go to the study to get the materials, but she was stiff as soon as she stood still, like being struck by lightning.

What...Her little yellow guy pajamas, it seems that there is no time to change?

She slowly lowered her head and glanced at herself, but at this time it was no longer helpful. She couldn't bear to look back and confirm the angle of the camera. She raised her head and chested up, made a fight with her left and right feet, and slowly turned and left with her hand supporting the edge of the table.

Xu Huaisong closed his mouth with a fist and smiled. Two minutes later, I saw her change into a skirt and came back casually.

He also regained his cold expression.

In order to cover up the embarrassment, Ruan Yu sat down and spoke very fast, and went straight to the subject: "A friend in the industry has already made a part of the anti-color palette. I picked a few of the more typical examples and thought it could be used as a counterattack direction. "

Xu Huaisong nodded for her to continue.

She opened the information, let herself concentrate, and said: "The first direction is the detail setting. For example, the other party mentioned canned flowers on the palette. Although the description of that paragraph, I did publish it after the other party’s author. You can see in Chapter 7..."

Xu Huaisong turned to the relevant chapters.

She pinned the troublesome hair behind her ears, circled the highlighter on the document, took it up and pointed it at the camera: "I made a bedding for this position, saying that the heroine likes sunflowers and lavender. But this bedding was published in Before the other author mentioned these two kinds of flowers. That is to say, the appearance order may not be counted."

Xu Huaisong nodded, indicating that there was no problem in this direction.

Affirmed, Ruan Yu continued: "The second direction is the plot setting category. For example, as I wrote in Chapter 10, the actor and a few supporting roles opponents."

Xu Huaisong turned to the corresponding page again.

However, Ruan Yu paused, with a little emptiness, because this period was a real experience.

In the first year of high school, the pressure of study was not so great. There were a few ruffian boys in Class 10 who were particularly noisy. They thought the school cafeteria was unpalatable.

Once, she ran into Xu Huaisong walking with them. One of the boys hooked his shoulder and whispered, "Get the ladder after class and put it at the back door wall."

She was surprised at that time, thinking that Xu Huai-song, who is so cold and graceful, who is like a fairy from the outside world, should have grown up drinking dew, how could he be greedy for fried chicken in order to satisfy his appetite?

Sure enough, as she expected, he pushed away the opponent's hand in a cold tone: "Not interested."

But the other party is simply a bully, and he hooked his hand back: "You won't get it? Then give your phone to Lao Ruan!"

"Lao Ruan" is Ruan Yu's father. She knew her father's violent temper, and when she heard that she was anxious, she wanted to hear how Xu Huaisong planned to cope, but the group of people had already turned into the classroom.

There is no way to know the follow-up. In order to prevent Xu Huaisong from falling into a possible crisis, after class, she used her father’s relationship to get a ladder from the back office and secretly put it at the back of the school wall. In the bushes, and then went away, concealing merit and fame.

Ruan Yu moved this passage into the novel as it was, fearing that it would be recognized.

Seeing that she was out of the sky for a long time, Xu Huaisong asked, "What?"

She returned to her place for a second, and continued: "This episode, there is another work, but if you look closely, the development follow-up is completely different from the inking intention. My version is from the perspective of the heroine, and the follow-up is the incident of the heroine sneaking up the ladder. , Intended to show her secret love."

"But the author's version is from the perspective of the male protagonist, and the follow-up is a psychological description of the male protagonist, saying that he actually likes to eat fried chicken, but at the time he knew that the heroine was nearby and felt embarrassed by the fact that he was over the wall. Cannibalistic fireworks. The intention of the ink here is to reflect the inconsistency of the male protagonist."

Xu Huaisong heard a light cough at the end, picked up the cup in his hand, took a drink, and said, "It's okay in this direction."

Seeing that he had no special reaction, Ruan Yu was relieved, nodded and changed his angle: "The third direction is character setting. Although the two books have many conflicts, as the previous example said, in fact, people There is a difference, especially the male protagonist, which is introverted in my version, but in the author’s version..."

She couldn't find the adjective at a glance, and was thinking about it. Suddenly she heard a clear sound of "Boom", probably because Xu Huaisong had received the WeChat message.

He ignored him and motioned her to continue with his eyes.

But before Ruan Yu spoke, another beep sounded on the other end. Immediately afterwards, news kept popping up like life-threatening.

Xu Huaisong frowned and had to click to look.

Shi Jing is sick: "Brother, I have read Sister Ruan's novel again."

Shi Jing is sick: "Mom, Lu is so funny! Why are you that kind of person with her?"

Shi Jing is sick: "Did you pretend to be in front of her every day?"

Shi Jing disease: "Brother, you are so fashionable. In that era before the word "pretend to compare", you already learned to pretend to compare!"

Shi Jing is sick: "Ah, but from this point of view, Senior Sister Ruan likes that one, so be careful not to collapse!"

Xu Huaisong: "..."

Is he careful, use her to say?

Shi Jing's disease: "Oh, then, brother, I sympathize with you. Don't say that Senior Sister Ruan may not like you now, even if she still likes it, then the person in her heart is not really you!"

Xu Huai-song couldn't bear to type: "Too little homework?"

Ruan Yu saw that he seemed to be gritted his teeth, his emotions were not right, and he asked cautiously: "If you have something to deal with..."

"No." Xu Huaisong raised his head and immediately returned to a state of indifference and alienation, "Continue."

As he said this, he felt that "faithful words are against his ears" and he still needs to pay attention to Xu Huaishi's reminder, so he did two things at once and opened the search engine.

To suit the national conditions, he used Baidu and typed in: "How to become a cold person."

After clicking "Baidu", the first one is "Baidu knows".

Someone really asked the same question with him.

He was about to click in to see the details, but he first saw the first reply that was revealed underneath: "What dreams, big brother, can ask this kind of question, then in this life you will not be a high-cold aristocrat!"

"..."

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