girl, don't do this

Chapter 3 The Compassionate Aunt

There are always a few days in a month for a woman. At that time, it was the world of the aunt, and the women wanted to go to the latrine for her madly for her.It's just that every woman has a different physique, and the degree of torture by her aunt is different.Unfortunately, Cen Meng was one of those group who was tortured by her aunt to the point of lust, lust, and death in the past few days.Before graduation, every few days, Cen Meng was scared.It's good enough to be able to sit in the classroom and choke speechlessly in front of the professor. Most of the time, he lies on his big bed and lingers with the big white bear.Fortunately, with Ms. Cen's invincible brown sugar water, Cen Meng lived to be 23 so obsessively.

But today is different, she, Cen Meng, is now a person running on the road of ideals and love, how could she be held back by a mere aunt?Therefore, even though her aunt was possessed, Cen Meng still struggled out of the big white bear's embrace in the morning, and under her mother's eyes of "this child is crazy", she resolutely rushed to the front line of love.

The whole morning was relatively peaceful, Cen Meng looked at a few selected topics on her small island platform with a sullen face and pressed her belly, and she actually noticed something, and even picked two typos for the editor in charge.But at noon, my aunt couldn't bear being ignored any longer, and she became a demon.Cen Meng was about to die, so she had no choice but to lay down on her big Ari pillow, put her head on the table, and pretended to be dead.

It was lunch time, and almost all the colleagues rushed out to find their own food.The island platform was high, and Cen Meng didn't take up any space and didn't show a lot of space, so no one noticed that she was pretending to be dead.The surrounding area was so quiet that only the hum of the computer case could be heard.Cen Meng felt that she was so pitiful, as if she had been thrown on an uninhabited island, she missed her mother, the warmth and smell of her mother, and the brown sugar water her mother cooked. "555555~Mom, I'm so pitiful~~"

Da da da.Half asleep and half awake, Cen Meng heard a familiar rhythm in a trance.Some radiator approached her, and Cen Meng subconsciously wanted to get closer.

Buckle, buckle, buckle.Is this man knocking on her desk?Cen Meng raised her head reluctantly, Tao Jiaran was slightly surprised by her pale face.

"uncomfortable?"

"Big aunt..." The aunt was obscene and arrogant, and Cen Meng didn't care about her image.

"Lie down."

"..." Are you comforting the pet?Do you want to pat your head and smooth your hair?I'm already like this, you just leave!Cen Meng felt wronged.

Doesn't the whole world love me? 555555~~

It fell into silence again.Cen Meng hugged the pillow, lay on the table, stared blankly at the tabletop that Tao Jiaran had just tapped, and continued to enjoy the pain of her aunt's transit.After an unknown amount of time, a white hand was placed in that position again, along with a cup.

"Brown sugar water, drink it while it's hot, it'll make you feel better."

Cen Meng looked at her in astonishment, looking up from a more fragile and helpless angle.

Slightly unaccustomed to her wet eyes, Tao Jiaran paused, "The cup is newly bought and brushed. If you feel uncomfortable, I will give you half a day off, go home and rest." After finishing speaking, he walked away.

Cen Meng felt deeply that she had been hit, it was not an ordinary electric shock, it must be a high-voltage electric shock, tens of thousands of volts, and her whole body was numb.In an instant, she was full of pride. What kind of big aunt is nothing.Da Ma drank the cup of the best brown sugar water she had ever drank in her life (Ms. Ji: I have served you tons of brown sugar water, and I have never seen you say it is delicious), and Cen Meng came back to life full of blood When she was full of anger, she just waited for the little monster to rush over to her so that she could make a big move.

"Mr. Tao, this is the topic selection idea of ​​several newcomers." The middle-aged man put a stack of manuscript paper on Tao Jiaran's desk.

"Sit, Manager Meng." The middle-aged man sat down opposite.

Tao Jiaran flipped through the pages.The tradition of the Chinese language is that every group of newcomers, no matter what work they will do in the future, must first start with writing a topic idea.Then determine different positions according to each person's ability, personality and style, but the concept of topic selection is the most basic.After all, the company's main business is to cooperate with publishing houses to publish books. Topic selection planning, manuscript collection, author communication, follow-up manuscripts, binding design, and printing factory are the basic skills of an editor of a cultural publishing company.

"This Chen Ting still has a lot of ideas." Tao Jiaran spread out a few flamboyant manuscript papers.

"Yes, after all, it is a Master of Arts, a top student."

"Cen Meng? Has this kid studied Wei Bei?"

"President Tao, you really know what you're doing." Manager Meng didn't understand Wei Bei, so he just agreed.

"Practice for a few days."

"Manager Meng, when were these manuscripts handed in?"

"Ah, I just handed it in, and I sent it to you." Lao Meng's education is not high, but he came up step by step from the grassroots.He knew very well that the woman in front of him was young, and she was vigorous and resolute in her work, and she would never allow her subordinates to be passive and inefficient.If it weren't for this style, he wouldn't have stood out after 6 years in the industry and become the third in command of this modest cultural company.

"Yeah. Let's call a few middle-level people in a while, let's meet and talk about the manuscripts of these children."

"Ok."

Tao Jiaran was about to leave work when he walked out of the conference room.She purposely walked away.From a distance, I saw that the child was still in his own position, with his head buried, frowning and working hard at the materials on the table.The cup that used to hold the brown sugar water was put aside cleanly.The child seemed uncomfortable, and tightened the big pillow in his arms, but his eyes did not leave the materials on the table.

Not like a squeamish child.Tao Jiaran thought to himself.With such an identity, she has the capital to be delicate.Perhaps the person who writes such correct and steady characters should not be a delicate person, isn't it said that "writing is like a person"?Maybe that appearance is not her true face, otherwise, with that status, why bother to work as a small employee in this place?

Cen Meng was in a particularly good mood that day, and even her aunt who tortured her was graciously forgiven by her, and she even thought that her aunt, who had always been ugly, was so beautiful.At night, nestled in the warm quilt, with a submissive white bear in his arms, holding Ms. Ji's brown sugar water in his hand, and being able to flirt with Tao Jiaran at will, life shouldn't be too beautiful.

"She still cares about me," Cen Meng took a sip of brown sugar water, "My Boss Tao's is still delicious." (Ms. Ji: I have loved you for more than 20 years for nothing.)

Cen Meng didn't know that Tao Jiaran was thinking about her at night like this.

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