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When Chang Xiyang followed him into the car, he was sitting in the passenger seat, but he wasn't wearing a seat belt.

"Tie it on." He pouted over there.

"The camera is too weird..." Chang Xiyang shook his head, "I will try not to talk to you today, you apply for the job, don't look like..."

Wucheng knew what he didn't finish, so she smiled, "I'll pay attention."

Speechless all the way.

The H office building will arrive soon. There is a very famous magazine here, and Wucheng is applying for an illustrator in the magazine.

Yesterday the magazine office called and said that they had read his resume and previous works and had great expectations for him.

That is, how could he, who is as talented as gold, be buried by the tide of the graduation army?Wucheng smiled confidently at Chang Xiyang.

"What a perfect eight-toothed smile." Xi Yang praised.

"Actually, you are naturally black."

As soon as they entered the door, the cold air rushed over their faces, in stark contrast to the heat wave outside the door. They took the elevator to the seventh floor, and Chang Xiyang followed quietly without saying a word.

The smooth and clean elevator wall was as bright as a mirror, and Wu Cheng's eyebrows and eyes were raised slightly, showing the appearance of a somewhat conceited and arrogant young man. Chang Xiyang, who was on the side, lowered his head, reflected in it, but only Wu Cheng could see it.

When they arrived at the magazine, everyone was very busy. Under the guidance of the secretary, Wu Cheng was taken to the editor's office. Behind the huge desk sat an unusually strong woman. After looking up and down a few times, "Are you Wucheng?"

"Yes." Wu Cheng's smile was a bit far-fetched, and he began to panic.

"It really has a pretty face."

"Thank you." The corner of his mouth twitched twice.

"I saw your painting, it's very good! You are so talented at such a young age, young man, I admire you very much!" Although the woman had a fierce face, her tone was surprisingly sincere.

There's something going on, Wu Cheng felt a little happy in his heart.

"But, look at your little face, so pretty, huh? Our work pressure is so high, you will distract everyone's attention." The editor-in-chief put his chin in his hands, and said sincerely, that's the reason...

"So, little brother, we can't take you in." She shook her head, her tone full of regret, and she glanced behind him quietly.

"Ah??" What the hell?Wucheng looked confused, this is too willful!

He was so angry that he almost wanted to roll up his sleeves and rub the editor-in-chief's thick eyebrows against the bright desk a few times to ask clearly.

Chang Xiyang stepped forward slightly and blocked him. "calm down."

How do you calm down?Being stimulated by Chang Xiyang, he became even more excited. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to push the person in front of him away, Chang Xiyang called him in a low voice, "Chengcheng, stop making trouble."

"Uh..." Wu Cheng silently put down her hand.

Orange, listen, what a familiar name.Are you finally willing to call me that?Wucheng lowered her eyes, which were dim.

Chang Xiyang took his hand and led him out the door.

Watching him leave, the editor in chief breathed a sigh of relief.This magazine has been in operation for more than 100 years, but there have been rumors that the same exceptionally good-looking boy applies for the job every twenty years, and what is even more frightening is that there is something behind that person...

Wucheng bowed his head in silence, Chang Xiyang only thought that he was wronged and had a childish temper, and when he returned to the car, he leaned over and kissed the person, "Her patron saint is a female bear, I haven't fought a bear yet No." Xi Yang lowered his brows and eyes, putting on a look of self-blame.

Wucheng looked at him with a weird smile, "Aren't all guardian spirits human?" "No, animals, plants, and even small objects with spiritual energy can all become guardian spirits." He explained.Is it strong? "

"Huh? What?" Xi Yang was stunned for a moment before realizing, "Yes, very, very strong."

After a few seconds of silence, Wucheng laughed and leaned over to kiss her in return.

"Are you going home now?" Chang Xiyang's breathing was a little unsteady as his lips intersected.

"No." He raised his body, "Actually, another magazine called me... That magazine is not big, and I haven't even heard the name, but the conditions offered are surprisingly high. They It’s like, if I want to, I can go to work right now.”

"This? It sounds a bit..." Xi Yang frowned, "Could it be a liar?"

"Yeah, I'm worried too."

"Go and have a look, maybe it's really a noble person who values ​​your talent?"

Wucheng turned on the steering wheel, turned around and drove in another direction.

The journey was not too long, and the car gradually deviated from the bustling city and drove into an unknown remote place.

When they arrived at the place and got out of the car, Wu Cheng raised his head, and there were a few conspicuous big characters ostentatiously, as if afraid that others would not see it, "Making Staff Magazine".

Is the name serious?Looking at the words on the dilapidated signboard, Wu Cheng fell into deep thought.If he goes in, he is really retarded!

He turned around quickly and was about to leave, but someone grabbed his shoulder.He turned his head to look over, and an old smiling face appeared in front of his eyes, "Xiao Cheng, come in quickly, what are you doing here?"

"you are?"

"Hey, look at my memory, I forgot that you don't know me yet. I am the president of Zhizhang Magazine, Hao Zhizhang."

"Uh..." He could no longer complain about the name.

"Don't pay attention to that old guy, he's just like that, he lives up to his name." At this moment, a man exuding a cold aura came out and stood beside the president, "Hello, Wucheng, I'm the editor-in-chief here, Jiang Yuanchun."

Wu Cheng stretched out his hand to hold him, the man's palm felt cold, and on the other hand was a silver ring, the luster was a bit dim, as if it had been worn for a long time.

It's a pair with the one held by the president.Wucheng glanced at her eyes and smiled slightly.

This magazine is really very strange.It should be said that everyone inside is weird.

The president, Hao Zhizhang, really lives up to his name, and I don't know how long this magazine can survive with such a president.

The editor-in-chief, Jiang Yuanchun, seems to be cold, but in fact he seems even colder.Inside, edit?

It is a pair of twin brothers.Brother Diao Feng, if he can put down the knife that he always holds in his hand, I believe he is a normal person.

The younger brother, Diao Yun, can be seen at a glance as a little nightclub prince exuding hormones.

That's all the people?

Seeing his shocked expression, the president looked at him with a smile, "Yes, although we are few in number, we have high ambitions!" Wucheng ignored the president's idiotic gesture of reaching out to the sky.

Can you really survive, Staff Magazine.

Diao Feng turned the knife and said with an indifferent expression, "Our company has a history of more than 130 years."

? ?Wucheng once again looked at the dilapidated environment around her suspiciously, and looked at Chang Xiyang with some doubts, but Xiyang rarely showed a very happy smile, "It's really a very cute magazine."

Alright, alright, Five Oranges, now a shiny new mental retardation in the Staff Magazine.

What a joy, a joy.

"You look like you like them," he asked casually on the way home.

"Yes, they are all very lovely people." Chang Xiyang smiled slightly.

"Do you know?"

"No, it's just that everyone gave me a very familiar feeling, which I miss very much." Chang Xiyang lowered his eyes.

In the sky, the rest of the clouds become beautiful, and the red light gently sprinkles on everything.Wucheng tilted her head to look into Xiyang's eyes, which contained tenderness that did not belong to him.

"Is that so—" he replied casually.

"I'm actually curious, what would a Patronus be for a person like the president?"

Xi Yang turned his head and looked out the window, "He is a very handsome cobra." His shadow was reflected on the car window, and his face was lonely in the red glow of the sky.

Wucheng's heart trembled slightly.

Chang Xiyang, there are so many things that you never let me know.

After running around for a day and meeting so many weird people, Wu Cheng was exhausted physically and mentally, and collapsed on the bed, not wanting to move.

Chang Xiyang brought out a cup of hot tea out of thin air, and brought it to the man's mouth. Wu Cheng got up slightly, without reaching out to take it, and took a few sips with a satisfied face.

Xi Yang smiled softly, and pressed his fingers on the man's shoulder deftly, "Ah——cool."

Wucheng let out a sigh in comfort, Xiyang's hands froze, and his cold face instantly turned pink.

"What?" The man half sat up with his hands on the bed, leaned close to him, and blew in his ear, "Little beauty, it's nice to serve Mr. Orange, I have a big reward—"

Chang Xiyang blushed with shame for a moment, and stood there in a daze, without any reaction.

"Wucheng, you!" When he finally came to his senses, he got up in a hurry, but his forehead hit Wucheng's head suddenly, with a bang, Wucheng covered his head and fell on the bed. Into the arms.

The hot breath he exhaled was on Wucheng's neck, itching a bit, and the soft hair scratched the man's chin, Wucheng couldn't help rubbing it again.With the beauty in her arms, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

"Xiyang?"

"Ah."

"Continue?"

Chang Xiyang raised his head, his eyes were shining, and he didn't hesitate any longer. He leaned close to the man's lips, looked at Wucheng's face, "Are you really an adult?"

"Xiyang..." Wucheng ignored his sand sculpture question, and called his name in a low voice, her voice full of forbearance.

"Chengcheng." Chang Xiyang called out his name in a small voice.

The sky is getting late, and the round moon is getting brighter and clearer, and the cool moonlight shines into the house, making it beautiful.

After everything was over, the two hugged each other on the bed, breathing entangled.Wucheng's chest was hot, and the sound of a strong heartbeat entered Chang Xiyang's body.

"Women are still good." Chang Xiyang spoke for no reason.

"Huh? How about you?"

"Family succession or something... at least."

"You care about these?" Wu Cheng blinked, he was a little surprised.

"You don't care?"

"Xiyang, I can grow up too. And...you will be scolded by others if you say that." He sighed and kissed the man's forehead.

"Even now, you make me unpredictable."

"Did I make you uneasy?"

"Do not."

Just facing you, my selfish heart is still mixed with guilt.Chang Xiyang would never say this sentence.

All the emotions in the world are irrelevant to him, as long as he is quiet and alone with that person.

It should be so.

"It's okay, as long as it makes you feel at ease..." Wucheng stood up, "I'm fine with anything."

After washing, Chang Xiyang was carried back to the bed. He put on a Wucheng shirt, which covered his body generously, and nestled under the quilt at will.

He stretched out a leg and lightly kicked the man's waist, "You haven't eaten yet."

"Didn't you already eat it?" Wu Cheng smiled innocently, grabbed Xi Yang's toes, and placed a pious kiss on his white instep.

Chang Xiyang's face turned red immediately, and he forgot to break away for a while, just stared blankly at the smile in the man's eyes, indulging in his soft and sweet eyes.

The atmosphere became ambiguous again for a while, and Wu Cheng was about to say something more, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.