The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

No matter what Ling Qingxuan said, it was editor Huang's subordinates. Fei Lan made up her own mind, and editor Huang just wanted to listen.

Fei Lan flipped through the records on his mobile phone and said, "Fan Ruochunxue, I failed the intensive repair and returned it. Xixi, delaying the manuscript every month has resulted in slow publishing progress..."

After talking about seven or eight problematic authors, Fei Lan said, "Let's assign these to Tong Ling. What do you think, Editor-in-Chief Huang?"

Editor-in-chief Huang knew that she was making things difficult for Tong Ling, but the workplace is like this, and personal ability is reflected in solving difficulties.

He gave Ling Qingxuan a wink and wanted to ask her if she had confidence.

Anyway, to give him a long face, he can't just be suppressed like this.

"Ms. Fei has a good eye." The little guy was picked in as soon as he picked it.

Aya Qingxuan said that the problem is not big, and a woman can't say no.

Editor-in-chief Huang breathed a sigh of relief, actually feeling that Ling Qingxuan's aura was stronger than those present.

"Okay, then I'll bring you these authors first, and you can find the corresponding editor."

Ling Qingxuan went out holding the computer, and Fei Lan talked to editor Huang about other business matters, but when she stretched out her feet, she wanted to trip Ling Qingxuan.

The little girl raised her feet expressionlessly and stepped on her shoes accurately.

"Hey!" Fei Lan gasped, subconsciously pushing Ling Qingxuan.

"Miss Fei really likes to damage things in our office." Ling Qingxuan put the notebook in front of her and pushed her.

Come on, come on, push hard.

As soon as Fei Lan touched the notebook, editor-in-chief Huang grabbed it, "Fei Lan."

She made things difficult for Tong Ling again and again, but editor Huang really couldn't bear it.

"Editor Huang really protects the cubs." Fei Lan gasped, her feet numb.

"Tong Ling, you wait."

She left here with a twist, and soon after, news of Fei Lan going to the hospital came from the company's gossip group. I heard that she took several days off, and her feet were so swollen that she couldn't see it.

"It's not an example." Editor-in-chief Huang sat back in his chair.

Aya Qingxuan nodded.

I know, I will do it next time.

Her feet are dishonest, and I will help take care of her.

Ling Qingxuan returned to her position and directly asked her colleagues for the contact information of the authors.

"Fan Ruochunxue, this guy is very difficult to manage. She is not allowed to write what she likes to write, and she is not willing to change it."

"Qiufeng Xiaoxiao, I can't get in touch with anyone. The autographs for those books have not been signed yet, so he has to hurry up and send them over after signing them."

"Xixi, the author, likes to go online at night. He is basically absent during the day. Yesterday, he told me to hand in the manuscript in two days. You should pay attention to it. By the way, I will call him and tell him about your friend application. , or he certainly wouldn't look at that thing."

Several editors took turns telling Aya Qingxuan about the situation and progress of the author in their hands.

All these thorns were handed over to her.

Zhang Ming took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

To be honest, he didn't have much contact with Xixi. Except for the last signing meeting, the two basically never called.

But Xixi said that if there is something important, you can call him, change the editor, well, it's quite important.

After all, it is necessary to appease the author's emotions.

'Om...'

The phone in Aya Qingxuan's backpack vibrated.

She took out a look, whose cell phone is this.

[Villain, host, you got it wrong in the morning. 】

That cell phone...

[Well, at home. 】The villain also saw the little X text above you!

"It's okay, you answer the phone first, and I'll call Xixi again." Zhang Ming saw her holding the phone, and thought someone was looking for her.

Aya Qingxuan's face was cut off as usual.

Zhang Ming said strangely: "Why is it broken, I will try again."

He dialed again, and Ling Qingxuan's cell phone rang again.

"What a coincidence, someone is calling you too."

"Well." It's you who is who you are.

Cut off again.

Zhang Ming embarrassedly said: "I'll send him a message, you first get to know the other authors."

"Um."

These authors do not care about changing editorial management, some are unwilling, and some simply ignore it.

Ling Qingxuan wrote down their contact information and home address, and when they got off work, they got off work on time.

It's nice not to have to stay around and go to work alone.

Ling Qingxuan left the company, met He Hao again, and was stopped again.

"Tong Ling, Lan Lan said, you hurt her foot, is it true?"

Fei Lan's tens of thousands of yuan shoes were scrapped, her feet were swollen, and she took a long vacation.

Ling Qingxuan still used all her strength at that time, otherwise her foot would be ruined.

"Cooked." Ling Qingxuan didn't have the heart to chat with him, the little guy was still waiting at home, she had to get home on time.

"Tong Ling!" He Hao hesitated: "Do you like me? That's why you did something against Fei Lan in the company?"

"Didn't we agree before, it's just a show, don't you..."

"Stop." Ling Qingxuan interrupted him, "Mr. He, you and Miss Fei are a natural match."

All so narcissistic and speechless.

"I have no interest in you at all."

There is still a little bit, such as doing it.

"Please detour when you meet me later."

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to resist killing him.

After Ling Qingxuan finished speaking, she just moved her steps when she heard He Hao's tone of disappointment, "Tong Ling, how did you become like this."

Can you manage what this seat looks like?

He Hao said, his hand stretched out unexpectedly.

He saw Ling Qingxuan's cold eyes light up and her movements quickened, thinking that she liked him and was playing hard-to-get.

Soon, he knew why Ling Qingxuan's eyes lit up.

The little girl beat him up. His clothes were disheveled, his nose was blue and his face was swollen. If the security had not arrived in time, He Hao might have been beaten to death.

"Say, why beat someone." Several security guards stared at her, the little girl lowered her eyes, "He harassed, I defended."

She was born petite, with a well-behaved hairstyle, and with her eyes down, she was more like being bullied.

The uncle of security next to him hurriedly said: "Little sister, yes, you should beat up bad people. Now there are many beasts like him, be careful on your way home."

"thanks."

The security uncles watched her leave, and He Hao was beaten to the point of death. He couldn't even speak, so he could only watch her leave.

"Sven scum!" The security uncles said to He Hao again.

He Hao:  …

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Ling Qingxuan stood at the door of the rental house and glanced at her phone, the time was just right.

She opened the door and smelled a scent.

The original owner's rental house is small, with only a bathroom and a bedroom. He usually cooks with an induction cooker at home.

At this time, there were two dishes and one soup on the table.

Next to him, a man in a white shirt rested quietly in the dim light, like an indestructible rare ancient painting.

Aya Qingxuan put down her backpack, sat opposite him, and knocked on the table.

The man was startled, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

He looked at the girl in front of him with misty eyes, and lightly opened his thin lips, "Can you give me the phone back?"