The CEO took his wife out to spread wolf food again

After returning to the apartment, he asked Lin Shen to wash up first. He still had some business to deal with, so he would accompany her later.

When he entered the bedroom again, Lin Shen was curled up like a cat, with a half-open book in his hand, already asleep.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, it was only nine o'clock.

so tired?
He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and picked up a strand of hair that was scattered on her cheek and placed it behind her ear, revealing her slender and fair neck and her thin back.

She wanted to do it herself, but she fell asleep.

Enduring and enduring, finally took out the book in her hand, covered her exposed skin tightly with the quilt, and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

On the first day of work a week, Lin Shen was late.

Not because of sleeping late, nor because of traffic jams.

Because of the punishment for going to bed early last night.

She was woken up by Gu Yanjue on her body early in the morning. Compared with Gu Yanjue at night, he is stronger and more energetic, and will act more viciously.

This kind of experience made her make up her mind that she would never just fall asleep in such a daze at night.

When she arrived at the publishing house, her legs were still a little weak, and there was no staff at the reception desk in the foyer.

This made Lin Shen feel strange, wouldn't everyone be late like him, right?Besides, there are usually two people, and things will not disappear at the same time.

Going further into the editorial department, a group of people surrounded the door of the large conference room, which is rarely used, all of them poking their heads but daring not to communicate.

Suddenly, the door of the conference room was pushed open from the inside, and Zhang Yue, who hadn't seen him for a long time, leaned out and shouted fiercely, "Where's Lin Shen? Find her for me."

The yelling penetrated the entire corridor, and she, who was standing outside the crowd, slowly raised her hand to signal that she was there.

She is a beautiful woman that is hard to ignore.Just like now, she is like the white daisy, weak and helpless when one plant, and breathtaking when a mountain top.

All the people blocking the door looked back at her in unison, with different expressions.

"Come in." Zhang Yue shouted, and before turning around and going in, he shouted again, "Why are you all free?"

The staff who were trained inexplicably scattered immediately.

Seeing this, Lin Shen was full of thoughts.

What happened?Editor-in-Chief Zhang didn't go on a business trip abroad to talk about investing in the film adaptation of Lin Qicheng's novel, so why did he come back suddenly?

Without delay, step into the conference room.Looking up, all members of Lin Qicheng's creative team gathered in the room.

Zhang Yue glanced at her, raised her chin to let everyone else disperse, leaving only Jiang Yingying, Tang Jun and her.

The scattered stream of people passed her side and went out, invisibly oppressing her mentally.With her slender fingers, she squeezed the bag strap in her hand. There was a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for Mu Qian in the bag, so she could only speak.

She put the bag on the long conference table, and looked at Lin Qicheng who was pacing by the window with his hands behind his back.

Hearing the noise, Lin Qicheng raised his head from the side, his originally elegant and gentle face was completely devoid of blood, and when he looked at her, he didn't seem to be looking at her, his eyes were dull and dull.

Mouth seems to sigh in words.

Lin Shen remembered the last words he said to himself on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, that he wanted Tang Ming to remove him from the creative team.This matter will not alarm Zhang Yue to come back.

Could it be that Ning Xiaoqi told Zhang Yue about the study that night?

This will indeed make her who is extremely protective of Lin Qicheng very angry, but it will not call so many people to tell the world, right?
She frowned and thought, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Yingying standing behind Zhang Yue, smiling at herself sullenly.Silently gesticulating with exaggerated mouth shapes, you are finished with these four words.

Lin Shen, who couldn't see why, was struggling with the current situation. Tang Jun, who was in the distance, walked behind her, reached out and locked the door of the meeting room, and then leaned against her side, reminding her in a low voice: "The website is so popular. Do you know the new book?"

Letters?

The reading website of their publishing house's main competitor.He has produced many great writers and has hundreds of millions of online readers.Although Feidu's performance is good, it has a bad reputation and has been criticized by people in the industry.

Plagiarism, plagiarism scandals continue, which also made them the number one hot search list.

Lin Shen shook his head incomprehensibly.

Tang Jun took out his mobile phone, clicked on the Feidu app, and handed it to her.

When I took it, the APP jumped to the homepage, and the bright red letters read the latest masterpiece "Qingtan" written by the number one suspense master of online writing.Lin Shen followed the opportunity and clicked in, and read two chapters.

Shu Er lost all expression on his face, a burst of heat rushed from his stomach to the top of his head, and the hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.

In fact, when she entered Lin Qicheng's study that day, she took a few glances at the few pages of manuscripts that she picked up on the ground. The story frame structure of "Qingtan" is almost exactly the same as his unpublished new work.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yue quickly walked towards Lin Qicheng. In front of him, she changed from her usual domineering manner, and her tone was gentle and soft: "Mr. Lin, where did you write your new work?"

Lin Qicheng lowered his head and shook his head, straightened his arms on the window sill, let out a long sigh, and said in a weak voice, "You also know my writing habits. In the publishing house, I only collect materials, and the first drafts of manuscripts are kept at home. The study is finished. Impossible to divulge."

Zhang Yue followed up and asked: "Who are the recent visitors to Mr. Lin's house? Could it be leaked by your staff?"

Thinking about these topics that have nothing to do with writing made him feel irritable. With trembling fingers, he took out a white sweat towel from his coat pocket and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said weakly: "I just started thinking about the layout of this new book last week. No one has been at home. And the nanny went back to his hometown for the holidays last Friday. And this "Qingtan" has been updated to what I wrote on Saturday."

"That is to say..." Zhang Yue turned her head abruptly, staring at the three of them, her voice kept rising, "You three are the most suspicious."

When she said that, her sharp eyes swept over everyone.

Saturday is the day of their Mid-Autumn Festival gathering.

"It must be Lin Shen."

Jiang Yingying's sharp and piercing voice exploded, and she raised her hand pointing directly at her, shouting as she walked, "You were the only one who entered Teacher Lin's study on Saturday night."

Lin Shen knows her very well, and whenever she has the opportunity, she will hurt herself. She stared and replied: "Mrs. Lin asked me to invite the teacher out for dinner. Otherwise, I won't go in. And during dinner, alone I am not the only one who entered the villa."

"Yes, you're not alone." Jiang Yingying walked to her side, sneered around her, and said loudly, "But if I remember correctly, you didn't return for a long time after you left. Sister Ning went to the study to look for you, Finally ran out in a panic. I'm not talking nonsense, Tang Jun saw it too."

Zhang Yue turned to Tang Jun to ask for confirmation. Tang Jun was interested in Lin Shen, but he could only tell the truth when faced with such a big matter of stealing manuscripts.

But he didn't say or deny.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the worse, and all the unfavorable guesses were directed at him in an instant.