[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

If too many people meddle in my personal affairs, it will be a headache for me. "

Huo Ling raised her eyebrows and looked at me. After looking up and down, she caught up with me in two steps, and stood beside me, her lips raised an arc, "You can talk."

"It's just the truth, anyone will tell it."

Huo Ling was choked by me, she frowned and didn't answer, her face was a little ugly because she was so embarrassed.

Stretching out and pushing open the door of the coffee shop, the warm air from the indoor air conditioner blows away the cold air wrapped around the body, and the warm and quiet atmosphere makes it easy for people to calm down.The size of the coffee shop is not too big or small. There are only a few customers sitting in the corner talking and laughing about the ordinary coffee. The mellow breath lingers in the air. Playful.

Huo Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the pretended indifference between her eyebrows and eyes melted a little bit, with the melting that a girl of this age should have, "It feels good, this store. Wu Xie, yours The eyesight is really good."

I raised the corners of my lips to make a gesture of invitation, and walked towards a table for two by the window in the corner. The waiter came forward after we were seated. Although the perfect smile was very official, it was not disgusting.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

After casually ordering two cups of latte coffee, I dismissed the enthusiastic waiter. I took off my down jacket and put it on the back of the chair. I looked up at Huo Ling who was arranging his coat.

The goose-yellow sweater made Huo Ling's face look very immature. I lowered my gaze and sighed inwardly.

Pretty good girl, but unfortunately her vision is a bit off.

I bet, if I were a woman, Poker-Face's character would probably be given a negative score at first glance, and I might not have any chance of socializing or feeling compassion for him because of his poor experience in the future.

But it's understandable, after all, I'm a man, and I won't be tempted by the same-sex face, but if it's really a woman, there are quite a few members of the Appearance Association.

Huo Ling carefully folded her coat before looking at me, pursing her lips tightly, and I was not in a hurry to speak, waiting for the person opposite to break the silence first.

"Wu Xie, last time at Lingyin Temple...I'm sorry...I didn't control my emotions so..."

"Ah, that's okay, I can understand." I waved my hand and didn't care. If a man and a woman still care about such trivial matters, I, Wu Xie, are too narrow-minded. "Miss Huo Ling, let's get straight to the point." , besides, if you apologize and I don't forgive, you can't help it, right?"

Huo Ling froze for a moment, her face was a little ugly because of my words.

"I always think that a single 'I'm sorry' can offset what I have done. To be honest, this kind of thinking of human beings is ridiculous. It is right to turn a big thing into a small thing, but who knows how true it is with just three words. False? And, if you kill someone, can you bring the dead back to life by saying sorry?" I smiled and continued, seeing Huo Ling's face gradually getting better, I took a sip of the coffee on the waiter, bitter The taste mixed with the mellow fragrance is a great enjoyment for the taste buds. The warm liquid slides down the esophagus into the stomach, and immediately drives away the chill that has been entrenched in the body, "So, Miss Huo Ling, you don't need to talk to me at all. Say sorry, you have nothing for me to forgive."

"I really know how to say it." Huo Ling chuckled, took her bag and opened it, pursed her lips, and finally took out something like a check, her voice was a bit dull, "Then I won't say more. This ...I'm sorry, I really have no choice, my mother asked me to use this to..."

I looked down at the check that Huo Ling pushed over, the number was blank, and I was amused for a moment, "Will you make another TV series?"

"Uh?"

"Eight o'clock? Emotional column? Goofy romance idol drama? Mrs. Huo, have you watched too many Korean dramas? Sorry, I'm not a mistress. If I have to put it harshly, I feel that you are more like a mistress. Use this What do you think I am? A homeless man?" I sneered, Huo Ling is a woman thinking in the new era, and the old lady Suiyu Huo's approach is probably also contemptuous, so I put my head down and endured it Surprisingly, there was no rebuttal to my ugly words.

I lowered my face and withdrew my smile. Mrs. Huo's behavior touched my scales very well, and I was greatly insulted both in dignity and emotionally. "Miss Huo Ling, I believe Mrs. Huo is here today too. Are you going to play the trump card to suppress me? I am also the Wu family, to put it bluntly, if this must be done, I should be the one who issued the check?" I reached out and took the blank check, tore it open, folded it in half, and then After tearing it apart, seeing Huo Ling's flushed face, my anger also subsided a little, but it doesn't mean that I can still talk to her here calmly.

I stood up, took my down jacket and put it on, and looked down at Huo Ling who was a little flustered, "If Emotion (emotion) can be measured by money, it is Dung (dung). I'm sorry, I think we can solve it peacefully with you." The possibility is not too great, goodbye."

---------Zhang Qi Ling

The so-called writers, editors, magazines and publishers are basically involved like lotus roots, the roots are broken, and they can be cut if they want to. There is a very subtle joint relationship.

And the Huo family may be regarded as an inescapable trouble.

I looked at the document already filled in English, stretched out my hand and rubbed the space between my eyebrows, made a cup of instant coffee from my backpack to refresh myself, and then opened a new document to write the Chinese version of the contract termination draft.

Regarding the issue of copyright, as a party to the main contract, I actually have the right to forcibly terminate the contract, but the Huo family is the designated publisher of the magazine in China, so it can be said that it is bound. The magazine is terminated.

Terminate the contract with the magazine...

I closed my eyes and tapped my fingers on the keyboard.

This kind of decision could have been made earlier, but Wu Xie never mentioned it. He understood the relationship between the Huo family and the magazine I worked for, and anyone who knew a little bit about the inside story could think of it.

Wu Xie didn't want me to lose my job.

I stopped the movement of my hands, caressed the surface of the laptop keyboard unconsciously, and lowered my gaze.

If it is still within the controllable range, I am not willing to just lose the job I depend on for survival. After all, this is reality, not the world in film and television dramas. Desperate for love, it doesn’t work in the real world. It means everything. If there is no source of income, even if there is love, there will be no food, clothing or shelter.

Love in reality is based on money, or in other words, everything in reality is based on money.

Cruel facts often mercilessly break the dream created by Andersen.

So ridiculous.

Wu Xie is unwilling to rely on his family's financial resources, and I am also unwilling to rely on Wu Xie. One person's efforts can support one's own world, and two people's efforts must be the efforts of two people. Only relying on one person, that side of the world will eventually be will collapse.

I curled my fingers, flattened them, and placed them on the keyboard again, organizing the sentences.

The so-called draft termination agreement is actually just an explanation of the purpose and reasons. There can be many reasons. As advanced animals, human beings are usually very good at finding various reasons for themselves.

I did a final check, hit save, and emailed it to my editor, Frank.

Frank is a bold black man with a strong body. He doesn't look like an editor, but he is actually a very careful guy, which is very similar to Wang Kaixuan.

Less than 3 minutes after the notification that the email was sent successfully lit up on the web page, the phone vibrated and placed on the wooden table with a dull, heart-shattering sound.

I took the phone, saw Frank's name as expected, and swiped the answer button.

"Hey Kylin, are you kidding me? It's not April Fool's Day." Frank's voice was very urgent, and the thick black voice sounded like a roar to me.

"No, I'm serious."

"Oh shit, are you crazy? Do you know what that means, darling? Oh god, I guess you must be awake, please get some rest."

"Frank," I interrupted Frank's machine-gun-like speed of speaking, "I said it, and I mean it, and I understand what it means."

"My God..." Frank took a deep breath and calmed down, "Okay man, I respect your choice, but can you tell me why? I want to help you think about whether it's worth it, you know , this is a good job, if you lose it like this, I will feel sorry for you."

"For my lover." I raised the corners of my lips, the English expression is very straightforward, but it makes people feel comfortable.

This is the relationship I most want to express.

Frank whistled, and joked, "Kylin is in love, oh my god, I can't believe it. Well, love comes first. Where are you now?"

"Bern."

"Okay, go find a fax machine, I'll print it out and send it to you."

"Well, thank you."

"Hey, it's old folks, why are you being so polite? Let me meet your queen next time."

I raised the corners of my lips and looked at the blue-black sky, where the distant sky was full of stars.

"Ah."

The Sixtieth

---------Wu Xie

"Wait a minute." Huo Ling stood up abruptly and grabbed my arm, pursing her lips, "Mom's actions are indeed a bit excessive, but I really can't do anything about it."