Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Ever since seeing Huo Yunteng's other side, when Shaohua looked at this person again, he could no longer use normal eyes.

She squinted her eyes, looking at this man with a calm expression, open eyes, and a warm smile, as if she imagined his greedy appearance when he turned into a wolf at night.

And he must be a very cunning wolf, and he is like a simple Little Red Riding Hood. The big bad wolf is good at seduction, and Little Red Riding Hood got into the wolf's stomach before he knew what was going on.

Just thinking about the situation, Huo Yunteng on the opposite side suddenly raised his head, "You don't eat, you keep looking at me, what do you want to do?"

Shaohua shivered, "I don't want to do anything!"

After finishing speaking, she immersed herself in eating.

But the dinner table was too quiet, so quiet that Shaohua couldn't get used to it, and couldn't help but speculate about him on the other side.

He seemed to be thinking about something, but Shaohua couldn't guess anything.

She felt that brother Huo's inner world had become a mystery.

But she herself has completely turned into a blank sheet of paper.

"Why don't you speak, what are you thinking?" Shaohua finally couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth on his own initiative.

"Thinking about your work."

Shaohua was taken aback, "Work?"

"In the afternoon, the editor-in-chief asked you to revise the manuscript again. Last night, you revised it all night. Why do you always revise it?"

Shaohua sighed, and said there was no other way, what was written did not meet the appetite of the bald editor-in-chief, and if he wanted to publish it, he had to keep revising it until he was satisfied.

"What request did he make, can't you write it?"

Seeing that her eldest brother cared about her very much, Shaohua said everything.

How the bald editor-in-chief criticizes her article is not correct, and how to ask her to revise draft after draft, if he says no, Shaohua will have to put in many hours of hard work, and it may be in vain in the end.

After complaining, Shaohua said helplessly: "Probably because I really didn't write well, otherwise why don't others change it, but let me change it..."

Huo Yunteng frowned: "Your idea is not quite right. It may not be your fault when someone makes a request for you. It may be that the cost of the other party's request is too low. It doesn't take much effort. Anyway. You are so eloquent."

Shaohua knew that what he said was right, but she also had a lot of helplessness.

"But I refused, so he won't publish it for me..."

"Then don't publish it with him! If you don't have a firm stand on your article, what awaits you is endless revisions."

"Brother, you criticize..."

He sighed: "I'm not criticizing you, I just love you. He made you stay up all night with one sentence, and the reason for asking you to modify it is also outrageous. Why?"

Shaohua raised his head and looked at Huo Yunteng, his eyes were sore.

She hasn't been hardened for a long time.

But in fact, she used to have such a temperament. When others made things difficult for her, she said that her aunt would stop serving her, and she slapped her ass and left, chic and unrestrained.

It's different now, she signed the "Deed of Sale", and she has to serve if she doesn't.

Thinking back, I also feel regretful and aggrieved. Why did I sign it as soon as my head was hot? It was originally a freelance job. I wrote whatever I wanted, and I submitted the manuscript. Whoever wants to publish it can publish it. Everything depends on my own ability.

Well now, she signed an exclusive contract with this magazine, and the bald editor-in-chief who had been coaxing her so well suddenly became the one who gave her a job.

If you talk to the leader positively, or if you lose your credit and break the contract, will you still eat this bowl of rice in the future?

If it wasn't for this, Shaohua wouldn't have swallowed his anger.

"I don't want to, but what can I do?"

Brother Huo was silent for a moment, "No matter what, you shouldn't blindly compromise and give in. When it's time to fight, you have to fight for yourself, and you have to be firm. If you are tough, he will be soft."

"Then what if he's not soft?"

The eldest brother was stunned for a moment, and said that he had come into contact with this kind of person a lot, but in fact he was arrogant and wanted to increase his authority and sense of existence by ordering others to do things, but this kind of person was generally cowardly.

In a word, if you are hard, he must be soft.

Shaohua thought about it, the bald editor-in-chief has this problem, he likes to boss others around.

But when faced with someone with a higher position than him, he immediately gave in, nodded and bowed, and agreed to everything.

He is too harsh on the people below, and gets angry at every turn.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and looking at the big brother in front of her, Shaohua felt like she had a backer, she was encouraged, and she felt full of strength.

He was even ready to shoot at the editor-in-chief.

But Brother Huo also reminded her not to fight for the sake of confrontation, but to be soberly aware of what demands are excessive and what demands are reasonable, and when encountering excessive demands, refuse every inch of the other party without giving way, and accept the reasonable ones with an open mind.

Having said that, Shaohua was confused again.

For those who don't understand rejection, what should be rejected and when can it be accepted is probably because this line is not clear.

For her who is engaged in writing, the manuscripts sent in the past are returned again and again, with red comment circles dotted with blood dripping. After a long time, she will also have doubts. Is it really her own problem?

The eldest brother told her to have a firm stand, but if she didn't even have self-confidence, how could she have a stand?

Thinking of these, Shaohua felt like a big stone was pressed in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

After dinner, she and Huo Yunteng cleaned up the dishes together, and then went back to their rooms.

He seems to work for a while at night, or read a book, while Shaohua continues to go back to his study to write the latest article.

However, thinking about the criticisms from the bald editor-in-chief, every sentence I wrote is out of shape, which makes me feel uncomfortable no matter how I look at it.

So she typed one line and deleted three lines, and before she went to sleep, there was still a blank document in front of her.

Shaohua sat on the chair with her knees in her arms, watching the night getting darker and darker outside the window, her inner frustration was so strong that it couldn't be added, thinking that the manuscript to be handed over to the editor-in-chief tomorrow hadn't been completed, and she was so anxious that she couldn't add it.

She even suspects that she has a writing block, maybe she can't write anymore?

When she realized this, her hands and feet started to feel cold, she silently lowered her head and buried it in her knees.

She told herself, I still have Brother Huo, and he promised me that he would help me publish a book.

Even if you lose your job, you can change jobs and go to Brother Huo. There is nothing wrong with submitting articles to him, right?

However, this kind of psychological comfort is useless, because others are others, and you are yourself. If she can't write a single word, is Brother Huo going to publish a wordless book for her?

When there was a knock on the door, Shaohua raised his head and looked towards the door of the study: "Brother, are you still asleep?"

"Going to sleep."

Huo Yunteng said, walked in with a glass of milk, then pulled over the chair next to her and sat beside her.

He handed the milk to Shaohua, and patted her on the shoulder as if encouraging: "Okay, let me read your manuscript."