King of home technology

Life is like a row of dominoes—seeing that they have nothing to do with each other, and if one is accidentally knocked over, all of them will be in a mess.

Mo Guangxia was lying on his desk looking at a court summons that was coming, and he was in a Spartan state.

"How could this be...how could this be..." The editor-in-chief actually walked around his desk.

"That Si Lang, isn't he very talented?"

"Didn't you see? The lawyer's letter clearly listed the comparative evidence of his plagiarism..."

Mo Guangxia was dazzled by him, and shook a few pieces of paper in his hand.

It was clearly written in black and white, but because it was too clear and straightforward, it gave him a complicated feeling that he had never had before.

Now that the matter has come to this point, a lawsuit is certain, right?

Open the computer and search for the relevant legal provisions, and the omnipotent search engine shows-"After the fact of copyright infringement, the publishing house shall be liable for damages together with the plagiarist when it is at fault and causes damages. "

After coming to work in the publishing house, his first job as the editor-in-chief was to be in charge of proofreading and publishing the novels of the famous youth literature writer Si Lang.

At that time, it was Mo Guangxia who overcame the public opinion and stepped up the promotion of this eloquent work with a million words, because Si Lang's cold, slightly cruel and long-lasting writing style really touched his heart.

He is actually very easy to impress.

But now, facing a piece of legal document with conclusive evidence, the original emotion has become a joke.

The feeling of being cheated by others is worse than anything else, and the editor-in-chief beside him, "Oh, wouldn't the agency have to lose a lot of money" made his resentment soar to the max.

Pa -- the keyboard and mouse on the table were thrown to the ground vigorously, which is enough to show that Mo Guangxia is already in a state of rampage at this moment.

The editor-in-chief who was hanging around him just now was so startled that he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, covering his ears and crying—too violent, really violent...

This Young Master Mo, when will he change his bad habit of destroying public property when he gets mad?

Furious and dizzy, he panted for a while before sitting back at the table, and just as he stretched out his hand to the mobile phone beside him, the ringtone suddenly rang.

"Hello, Guangxia?"

He couldn't help being slightly taken aback by the clear voice coming from the receiver, "Senior...?"

"Well, I'm downstairs in your company, is it convenient to go up?"

Lan Tian's voice is always so gentle and pleasant.

There were still remnants of the confusion in his mind, and he was silent for a few seconds before remembering to speak, "Oh... wait a minute, I'll go down and pick you up."

Across the last step of the office lobby, I saw Lan Tian's reassuring smile.

Some people can't explain why there is such a magical power.

Every time Mo Guangxia saw Lan Tian, ​​he would be dazed for a moment.

"Beware!"

In a trance, he stepped on the last step, and with a sway of his body, he was firmly supported by a pair of strong hands.

The corners of Lan Tian's slightly raised lips were a little doting, "What are you thinking, how can you fall down even if you walk?"

On the arm, the opponent's hands did not move away.Through the fabric of the shirt, Mo Guangxia could clearly feel the temperature of Lan Tian's palm - the temperature of Lan Tian's long stroking on the top of his head when he was a child, familiar and appropriate.

The warmth and stability this man left him always made him unable to let go.

"What's the matter? Are you worrying about the lawsuit?"

Mo Guangxia raised his eyes in surprise, "Senior, how do you know?"

"I just roll around in the legal circle every day." Pointing to himself, Lan Tian smiled quite modestly, "Isn't it strange to hear about it?"

"Then you're here this time...?" He tentatively asked in disbelief.

"Of course it is to help you with the lawsuit. If you don't mind, let me be your agency and your attorney." If it were a barrister who couldn't be hired by others, he would come to ask for it in person, but the other party's face was still so indifferent smiling.

"..."

The wind and rain old friends come.Mo Guangxia was so moved that he almost cried.

"That is to say, the fact that he plagiarized was not confessed to you. And the original author's work has not been published, right?"

In the small conference room of the publishing house, Lan Tian put down the materials he had studied carefully and asked again as if confirming.

"Yes." Mo Guangxia answered frankly.

"OK, I got it. Please communicate with the editor-in-chief and contact various bookstores. Please take off the shelves of books that have not been sold yet." When it comes to the scope of work, Lan Tian's style is quite different from his usual impression. .

"Senior, as long as this is the case, will it be fine?" Mo Guangxia was still a little worried.

Facing his worried eyes, Lan Tian smiled, "Actually, in the laws of our country, neither the General Principles of the Civil Law nor the Copyright Law stipulates that the principle of no-fault liability applies to copyright infringement. In other words, when the facts prove that the publishing unit or individual There is no subjective state of intentional negligence, and the plagiarist should bear the liability for damages alone..."

Seeing that he was very confused by the too difficult legal terms, the man's tone returned to gentle and gentle, "Guangxia, don't worry, leave it to me..."

With the help of the famous lawyer Lan, it seems that there is no need to worry about the trouble of the lawsuit.

However, in order to prove his innocence, the necessary evidence must be provided by himself.After Mo Guangxia, who spent the whole afternoon in the office, saved the last document, the sky outside the window was already dark.

The nerves that had been tense until now finally relaxed a little, and when he stood up, he suddenly felt dizzy in his consciousness.

The pain from the excessive gastric acid erosion stimulated the nerves deep, he gasped for air, and quickly supported the edge of the desk to stabilize his body.

Ever since he received that unfortunate summons early in the morning, he has been in a state of distraught.I haven't eaten lunch or dinner, and I can't describe the feeling of being hungry now.

MD, why are there so many unlucky things recently.

Is it really a broom star?

He cursed secretly in his heart, quickly tidied up the desktop, and left the office.

As soon as he got out of the gate, he saw a certain broom star leisurely leaning against the door.

Since getting involved with this person, bad luck has never stopped.

It's better to stay away from him.Mo Guangxia was about to ignore the passers-by, but the broom star had already opened the car door gracefully for him.

Seeing someone on the steps still fluttering in the wind, Xiao Chengzhuo smiled and spread out his palms, not knowing whether to take a step or not.

With slender fingers, he bowed slightly - obviously such a gentleman's gesture.But... what's with the strange aura that compulsively fills the scale?

Mo Guangxia sighed forbearance, and could only reflexively submit.

The moment he bent over to get into the car, his knees suddenly softened, and his tinnitus sounded together.

Ugh...he's bloody blood sugar...

"Guangxia..."

Someone caught his fallen body at that moment, with gentle movements without losing strength.It made him somehow feel that even if he was caught like this, there was nothing wrong with it.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was the crystal chandelier on the ceiling that he had destroyed.No matter how many times I read it, I still feel that it is exaggerated. After all, Xiao Chengzhuo is just like him who only plays cards according to his own preferences.

In the past, Mo Guangxia was always invincible because he did not play cards according to common sense.

It's a pity that in the several battles with Xiao Chengzhuo, big and small, his chance of winning... is zero.

Thinking about it, he felt that the wind was blowing and Yi Shui was cold, and he buried his head in the pillow in grief and indignation, wishing he could faint again.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupts someone's readiness for another deep sleep.

"What's wrong with Guangxia?" The voice from outside the door was heard very clearly even though it was extremely low.

Mo Guangxia turned over and sat up from the bed.

"It's hypoglycemia. It seems that he hasn't eaten well all day." Another familiar voice floated in through the crack of the door, "I went to pick him up after get off work, and he just passed out. What happened to him? Will he be too proud to bear it?"

"Yeah..." The voice who just entered the door sighed, "How do you know?"

"My company's consulting business just happened to be entrusted to the prosecution's firm, and this matter caused a lot of trouble there. I went to do business in the afternoon, and when I walked in, I heard everyone discussing in private..."

The person who just walked in intercepted him, "That's why you thought of calling me?"

"..."

A moment of silence spread quietly.

After a while, I heard the person who opened the door reply, "Well... I can't help you with legal matters... After thinking for a long time, no one will help him wholeheartedly except you. He is just a little-known editor, and The other party is at least a famous writer now..."

After a pause, he continued: "Besides, the lack of investigation beforehand is his fault... In this way, the chances of him taking the blame for the publishing house will be very high. So..."

"You are really well-intentioned. How did you know that I would help him?" The familiar voice was as calm as water, "Besides, does he know all the things you have done?"

"I don't care if he knows or not." The owner of the room said with a slight smile, "I just don't want him to be in a bad mood, that's all."

"..." There was another silence, and he heard the questioner speak slowly, "That's it... I see... Here, take this."

"what is this?"

"He likes to eat the cheesecake from the long-established Lucy's Bakery in the east of the city. Isn't it low blood sugar? Just add it." The voice was always calm.

"...Well..." The cake seemed to be taken, "I don't even know, thank you for being so thoughtful."

The one who delivered the cake seemed to be smiling, "Guangxia is very awkward, usually he likes what he says he doesn't like, but he won't mention what he really hates... It's really embarrassing for you to be with him, please bear with me some..."

"It's okay." The person who answered the call replied indifferently: "It's all as it should be."

"Well, then I'll go back and prepare the materials for the trial. As for the case, please tell Guangxia not to worry..." The person who was about to leave then said, unquestionably, firmly—"I will do my best!"

"This is the best. I'll thank you on behalf of Guangxia first." The person who saw off the guest only added a faint smile.

Mo Guangxia who was in the bedroom could hear the content of this conversation clearly.

He stared at the door crack in the corner of the bedroom, and the faint light from the living room penetrated into the darkness of the bedroom. After staring for a long time, it was a bit dazzling.

Naturally, the drowsiness had disappeared long ago, but his mind was still full of dull gray haze.

He heard the sound of closing the door from the living room, and then the space outside the door became quiet again, so he got up and left the bed.

In the living room, Xiao Chengzhuo was wearing light gray home clothes, sitting on the sofa looking down at a report as usual.

Hearing the sound of him opening the door, he raised his head and was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "...Are you awake?"

"Um……"

Seeing that he was a little dazed just after waking up, Xiao Chengzhuo's smile became more gentle, "Come and eat something quickly when you wake up."

Mo Guangxia dragged himself into the dining room with him, and was obviously taken aback when he saw all kinds of food on the table.

Rice porridge, PIZZA, fried chicken, steamed buns... a combination of Chinese and Western, there are so many things to see, it just feels weird when you look at them together.

Wouldn't it be a chemical reaction to eat like this?A little speechless, he turned his head silently.

On the other side, Xiao Chengzhuo was still greeting with a smile on his face, "Hurry up, choose whatever you like."

"I have no appetite..." He shook his head, his eyes suddenly fixed on the beautifully packaged pastry box in the middle of the pile of food.

"Want to eat this?" Xiao Chengzhuo followed his gaze and handed the box to his eyes, "You really like this the most."

"Hmm... how do you know?" He sat down and opened the box, asking knowingly.

Xiao Chengzhuo smiled again, sat down opposite and handed him a cup of hot milk tea, "Lan Tian was here just now, he bought this one. Seeing that you didn't wake up, I left first."

His voice and expression when he spoke seemed very calm.

"Did he not say anything else?" As he asked, he lowered his head and opened the cake box, and the familiar sweetness of cheese came to his face immediately.

"He said that he will do his best in the case related to you..." Still smiling lightly, the man held his chin to see him eating the cake, paused for a while, then slowly closed his eyes with half-closed eyes. Asked: "Didn't you hear it just now?"

For some reason, such a frank answer and rhetorical question made him heave a sigh of relief.

Putting the last bite of cake into his mouth, Mo Guangxia reached out to wipe off the cream on the corner of his lips.

Holding up his cream-stained finger, he looked around for a tissue, but he couldn't find it.

"Huh? How do you even..." He lowered his head and continued to search under the coffee table in the living room. Before he could say the last half sentence "not even a tissue", someone grabbed his wrist.

He was startled and turned around. Before he could react, he saw the man behind him bowing his head with a smile on his face—he actually had his finger in his mouth.

His fingertips were suddenly surrounded by a burst of warm moisture, Xiao Chengzhuo's tongue swirled lightly, and he raised his eyes and smiled to see his reaction.

This kind of licking is too erotic, Mo Guangxia couldn't help shaking, "What are you doing?"

"I've run out of paper towels at home, and I haven't had time to buy them yet..." Without blushing or panting, the man replied brazenly, "This is the only way I can help you wipe it clean."

Although he has gotten used to this person's usual shameless rascal, Mo Guangxia looked at the other's hand on his wrist, which was not relaxed at all, and still frowned slightly, "What are you going to do?"

This time, his fingertips were brought to his lips for a kiss again, and Xiao Chengzhuo grinned brilliantly, "I want to say... let's be together."