King of home technology

"Don't say I didn't remind you, Mo Guangxia is a very simple-minded person, he is not a good candidate for conspiracy and scheming. If you get entangled in the end, I'm afraid both you and him will be disappointed."

"Hehe, it's rare that you call, but you always talk about him. Didn't you say that being overly protective is not suitable for a person's growth?"

"Growth also has different definitions. Mo Guangxia is not a soft bone with no shoulders to take on. But if you want to prove it, please use practical actions in an upright manner, and don't move those crooked thoughts."

"Hehe, with your judgment standard, does it count as dismantling treatment?"

"You think it's fine, after all, he is different from you..."

He is different from you... The lingering sound of the rare call disappeared after the other party said this sentence, but the dull pain involved went straight to the bottom of my heart.

The man walked alone on the cold and windy embankment, looked at the phone in his hand, gritted his teeth and threw it into the river.

"Puff-"

He seemed to hear the sound of his heart sinking into the water... Mo Guangxia rushed out of the editor-in-chief's office indignantly holding a thick stack of planning documents for the commemorative special issue.

Thinking of a piece of "Awakening Mantra" that he saw on a well-known forum, he felt that there was nothing more appropriate to describe his mood at the moment.

——People say that there is a lover in this world every 50 years, and a lover every 500 years. He never met him at the wrong time; Shu bumped into each other every day.

Since becoming the editor in charge of Chenguang and then "promoted" to be his personal assistant, only the regular meeting on the first Monday of each month can save him from the miserable situation of being with the other party.

As a result, I just found out today that the JP of this issue is the fat and fat old man in the editor's office.

Seeing the rave reviews of the new serialization, this old thing actually came up with the idea of ​​a semi-annual special commemorative edition.

"No!" He flatly refused, "Chen Guang's body won't be able to bear it!"

After I finished speaking, I realized that I had said something I shouldn't have said in a moment of impatience.Looking at the editor-in-chief's face again, the old man really frowned suspiciously, "What's wrong with Chen Guang's body? At such an important time, he can't have an accident." As he spoke, he turned around the desk and pulled him enthusiastically hand, "Xiao Mo, Chenguang is for you!"

That look was really like biological parents explaining their children's life-long events. Mo Guangxia felt it was very embarrassing, and nodded with a strange face and stiff neck.

God knows, how much effort he took to swallow the words he wanted to complain... He firmly assured the organization that he would complete the task, closed the door of the editor-in-chief's office, and someone turned around and spat hard.

Looking at the worried look on that old man, no one knew that what he was worried about was the aborted planning of the commemorative edition, not Chenguang's life or death.Fame and fortune are big, and RMB is paramount. Thinking of this, he returned to his true colors as an angry youth.

——A bitch will always be a bitch, even if the economy is in crisis, it won't be expensive.

Angrily, he hurriedly walked to his office, and ran into another defective product that was "disposed of at a low price".

"Yo, editor Mo, long time no see." The shady voice was a nightmare that he could not get rid of since his college days. He didn't even need to lift his eyelids, he knew who he was bumping into right now.

Ye Xinpei.

It looks like a flower on the outside, but after getting along for a long time, it will become clear that she is a scumbag.

The last time he snatched the publishing rights of the famous scholar Shen Zhenghao's series of books from himself, the industry has been rumored that he sold himself to pursue what he liked.

Whether Mr. Shen Zhenghao is straight or not, Mo Guangxia doesn't know, he only knows that if Ye Xinpei is the protagonist of seduction in his place, he will come back immediately without saying a word.

"Old classmate, what have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you since I've been here several times."

Mo Guangxia turned sideways, avoiding the man's feigned enthusiasm to pat him on the shoulder with experience, and squinted his eyes with a smile, "I'm a small editor, what else can I be busy with every day besides being trampled under by writers... no Like some people, they can still climb on the bed from time to time."

"Where do you start with this?" Regarding his insinuation, Ye Xinpei was neither angry nor annoyed, and smiled with a good temper, "As for being trampled underfoot, Editor Mo, you are proud of yourself now. With Chenguang this Ban Shunfengche, which of the millions of books doesn't have your name printed on the title page..." He said and shook his head, "Tsk tsk, it really makes people jealous."

Seemingly approving, no matter how you understand the description of "free ride", there is something in it.Mo Guangxia's already bad mood got worse after hearing this, and immediately raised his eyes to fight back in self-defense, "In fact, things like job opportunities are all based on luck, and some people can only blame natural disasters and man-made disasters if they don't catch good opportunities."

"Natural and man-made disasters?" As expected, the other party frowned in confusion.

"It's actually very simple." Mo Guangxia smiled contemptuously, "The so-called natural disaster is that your innate IQ is not high enough. As for man-made disasters, it is because your IQ naturally cannot think of a proper way to work hard. So..."

Looking each other up and down, he shrugged and smiled, "I still have something to do, so I won't chat with you. Goodbye."

Then, regardless of the livid face of the other party's resentment, he turned around and walked away with a large stack of planning materials, enjoying the pleasure of hurting others.

"Mo Guangxia, let me see how long you can be proud..." Ye Xinpei gritted his teeth and whispered as he looked at his receding back, because his nails were almost embedded in his flesh with resentment.

Ever since he broke Chen Guang's good deed last time, every time he took out the key in front of that door, he had to listen to the movement inside the door and hesitated again and again.

"This... I'll give it back to you..." He also put the bunch of keys in front of the man with a bitter face, stealing his eyes to observe the other's face.

"Why?" Chen Guang asked casually, apparently not really interested in his reasons.

"That... It's always inconvenient for me to hold this..." He deliberately said something else.

"Oh..." The man didn't know whether he understood or was pretending to be confused. He took a look at the key he had placed on the table, and nodded, "Okay."

He casually threw the key in the glove box under the coffee table, and the man lying flat on the sofa with his hands on his pillow closed his eyes again, "Please close the door softly when you leave, I want to squint for a while.

Looking at the bright noon sun outside the window, Mo Guangxia thought to himself: Brother, it's only eleven o'clock, and you've only been up for less than two hours, right?Are you sure your intermittent headaches are due to a brain tumor and not from too much sleep?

As a result, the incident of returning the keys ended with someone coming to pick up the revised manuscript the next day and even being unable to knock on the door.

"My... please lend me the key..."

Reluctantly reaching out his hand, someone felt like pulling his mouth out.You also have to endure the cynicism from the other party squinting at the corner of his eyes, "You are really an M."

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and entered the room, and there was another silence.

"Chenguang, are you home?"

This time I am smarter, let's make a sound first to find out the truth.

"Oh, you're here?" The man's indifferent voice came from the closed study.

Mo Guangxia looked at his watch in surprise—it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and it wasn't time to fall asleep in the bedroom. The Antarctic glaciers would probably melt tomorrow... He changed into his slippers and started walking inside, before he had time to lament this too much. Under normal circumstances, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the boy's clear voice filled his ears once again—"Mr. Chenguang, don't do it! Don't be like this..."

What?Someone who just pushed the study door open a gap suddenly froze in place, neither advancing nor retreating.

Looking at it from his perspective, he could just see the overlapping bodies of the two people in front of the computer desk.With his back to the door, Chen Guang stretched out his hands in front of him to feel for something, while the boy from picture books, Nian Sheng, seemed to be desperately pushing away with both hands.

Fuck, such a forbidden scene... in broad daylight... Chen Guang, a shameless scum, you were ashamed to agree to the young master's question just now!

You don't care, I'm still afraid of the eye of a needle!

A person who only cares about his own health forgets that this is his private domain, and there is neither light nor light.

"Eh? The one at the door, if you want to come in, come in, if you don't come in, get out!" Chen Guang at the desk turned his face at this moment, narrowing his handsome eyes, "Do you know that it's very rude to open the door like this?" It's easy to make people suspect that you have voyeurism?"

Yarn!It's obvious that you have exhibitionism, isn't it!

Someone stared at him with blank eyes, only to realize that the clothes on the man's body were neatly dressed.

Huh?He peeked at the young man behind him again, but he didn't see anything unusual.

Could it be...he was thinking wrong?

Chen Guang looked at his blank expression on the spot, and knew that he wanted to go wrong again.

Expressing a helpless sigh, he left the desk and walked over to pat someone on the cheek, "Editor Mo, please put away those bean curd thoughts in your mind, or I will sue you for defamation."

"..." Mo Guangxia's brain was finally formatted and restarted under his vitriolic reminder, and he rolled his eyes at him, "What is a bean..."

Before he could defend his CJ thinking system, Nian Sheng stood up and came to him.

"Editor Mo, you came just in time. Just now Mr. Chen Guang actually wanted to delete the manuscript that he wrote with great difficulty.

I think it's well written, it's a pity to delete it and rewrite it..." He pointed to the computer with the word document page open, and added with a pure and shy smile: "You didn't come this morning, Mr. Chenguang said he had a headache , I entered the written document for him. "

With his dark pupils and pale skin, there was always a lingering melancholy aura.

Mo Guangxia had also met each other in the media countless times before.Because he is a topic figure in the publishing industry whose exposure rate is second only to Chen Guang.

These two unexpected encounters in private, the impression Nian Sheng left on him was not much different.Even if he is not under the gaze of the public, the teenager still feels humble and polite, with a shallow smile often hanging on his delicate face, showing the influence of good family education.

Obviously, he is a completely different person from this duplicity... He glanced at Chen Guang standing beside him as he thought about it.

Chen Guang keenly caught the meaning hidden in his eyes, raised his eyebrows slantingly, and did not speak.

Mo Guangxia looked at the two very different people in front of him, and suddenly wanted to know who was so creative to let these two people cooperate.

"Editor Mo, since you're here, I'm leaving." Nian Sheng smiled and put the things on the desktop into his backpack, "Mr. Chenguang, after I go back and draw the illustrations for the manuscript, I will send them to you for review as soon as possible." of……"

"En." Chen Guang nodded slightly, sat back on the reclining chair, and gave orders like a nobleman, "Editor Mo, help me see him off."

Seeing someone's dissatisfied expression, he reluctantly pulled the corner of his lips into an arc, and added, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Hehe, you don't need to be so polite." Nian Sheng smiled and waved his hands, making a somewhat helpless expression at Mo Guangxia.

Mo Guangxia frowned.For some reason, the other party's smile always made him feel a little awkward.Although there is a smile as warm as water at the corners of the eyes and brows, it is only a superficial form. The smile never appears in the depths of the young man's dark eyes. A delicate and icy mask.

Perhaps out of instinct, he just couldn't develop a good impression of this kind of person who hides his thoughts and emotions too deeply.But since the other party behaved so politely, he naturally sent the guest to the gate with a polite and thoughtful smile.

The door of the high-speed elevator closed quietly, and he stood in front of the door for a while before turning back to the living room.

Passing by the translucent floor-to-ceiling windows polished by professional housekeeping staff, he glanced inadvertently, and he happened to see a boy with a backpack bent over into a black car and drove away.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the car looked familiar.

"Hey, did I invite you to stand here and watch the scenery?"

Chen Guang did not know when he stood behind him.

"Are you a ghost?" A certain beast that was suddenly frightened covered its chest with its hands, "Why is there no sound when you walk?"

"It's obvious that you are in a daze!" Chen Guang replied with an unfriendly expression, but tiredness was written all over his handsome and thin face.

He was wearing white home clothes and stood in the overwhelming light pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, like a thin overexposed negative.

In just three months, during the three serializations, he actually lost weight to such an extent.Mo Guangxia, who watched this scene, couldn't bear to utter bad words anymore.However, comforting and consoling with gentle words has never been his specialty, he regretted that he had been with Xiao Chengzhuo for so long, why he hadn't learned any of the other's greatest strengths.

This is the case between people, comfort must be close at hand.If you want the other party to accept your affection, you have to be good at the same thing with sweet talk and thick skin.

Hell, he's not good at any of them.Compared to comforting others, he is still more prone to witty words when he hurts people without profanity.

Therefore, he could only watch as the other party rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and walked towards the study with a little erratic gait, "Hurry up, I have to rush out two manuscripts before the 10th, and I have to add words to Nian Sheng's picture book..."

"You mean the tenth of this month?" Someone instantly thought that there was an unforgivable deviation in his perception of the date, "Today...it's already the eighth."

"So what?" Chen Guang turned his head in front of the study door, his eyes fell on somewhere behind him.After a while, he closed his eyes slightly again, "The tenth of next month... Maybe I'm not here anymore."

"Bah bah bah—what nonsense!" A certain person frowned and spit several times, "You should rest well, if you don't work so hard, you won't die so soon."

"..." Staring at him speechlessly for a while, Chen Guang sighed quietly, "Do you really hope for my death so much?"

"Huh?" Someone was taken aback for a moment.

"I've been too tired lately, and I took a leave of absence from the economic company early next month to go to recuperate. So I have to get the manuscript out in advance, so as not to let someone make a noise about the serialized content again..."

After a pause, he suddenly smiled maliciously, "Why this expression? Already feel disappointed that you won't see me from next month?"

"Don't be so stinky! Who would lose for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, his shoulders suddenly sank, and he was pulled to his eyes by the man.

"I'm really afraid that no one will remember me..." Chen Guang burst into a bewitching smile, and his slender fingertips had already touched his water-colored lips, "Why don't you... leave a little bit exclusively for me. so that you will never forget me while I am gone?"

He lowered his voice and approached Mo Guangxia's ear, and his warm breath seemed to pass over the sensitive auricle, bringing a kind of suggestive tingling...

The author has something to say: Uh... Will the divine beast be eaten by Chen Guang... Will it... Will it... (The echo is infinite) GN squints: Who are you asking?

AMO: Uh, I haven't figured it out yet... GNs look at each other: JMS, come on, fuck it!

Immediately, rotten tomatoes and eggs fell like rain... AMO: In the chaos, stretched out a hand and shook it desperately: Hey, don't slap your face... Don't slap your face... PS: All the Xiao attackers, please be safe Don't be impatient, our wise and mighty male pig will return in the next chapter =v=