The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

The door opened, and what caught his eye was a bouquet of flowers, before Youxi's brows moved, the flowers were stuffed into his hands by Ling Qingxuan.

What does she... send herself flowers.

You Xi listened to the sound of the door closing, and felt a little unreal.

"The author sent it. Didn't you say you wanted to study it last time? Go and study it."

The pictures are not as good as they are seen in person.

You Xi frowned, suddenly she didn't really want to hold the flower, but the flower was right.

"Which author?"

"The autumn wind is blowing."

You Xi looked for the vase and paused slightly.

He peeked at the screen today and seemed to see that the author was active in the group.

"Have you met?" he asked tentatively.

The little girl made no secret, "Yes."

You Xi pursed her lips and pinched the flower, and found a pot to put it in.

Aya Qingxuan glanced at it.

Eh, eat flowers tonight?

Youxi's generous back blocked her.

The little girl was lying on the sofa again, and the man was fiddling in the kitchen.

You Xi was a little dazed.

How can there be an illusion of a husband and wife living together.

He watched the water boil, and swiped his mobile phone Moments, just in time to swipe Zhang Ming's news.

This is Zhang Ming's personal account, which is only open to those who are familiar with him.

Looking at the time, it seems to be sent in the morning.

'I made her own lunch, I hope she likes it. ’

The dishes in the lunch box are beautiful.

Zhang Ming doesn't seem to have a girlfriend. Who is this for?

You Xi couldn't help but look at the little girl lying outside.

While eating, he asked, "What's for lunch?"

You Xi didn't know much about her lunch.

"bread."

Youxi: "…"

"Zhang Ming said today that he cooked one more meal."

"Have you eaten?" Youxi's tone was slightly tight.

"No, editor Huang took it to eat." Ling Qingxuan took the bowl into the kitchen, but did not see You Xi's frown.

It was only the next morning that Aya Qingxuan had an extra lunch box in her backpack.

She only saw it at noon when she was trying to get bread.

Her bread has been changed!

Who else, of course, is the one at home.

Aya Qingxuan touched his wallet and wanted to buy bread.

Youxi's message came on time.

Xixi: The bread is not nutritious, so I will bring meals at noon in the future.

He didn't allow her to eat bread at night, and now she won't even eat it at noon.

The little guy is going to ride on top of her!

[Host, this is a love lunch, the villain is for you. 】

If he is good to me, he should buy bread for me.

Buy a car!

Zhang Ming took the bag with two meals in it, "Tong Ling, what are you having for lunch today?"

Aya Qingxuan took out the lunch box reluctantly.

"I brought food."

Zhang Ming was a little disappointed, but he cheered up and said, "Did you do it yourself?"

"No." The bad man did.

Ling Qingxuan opened it and saw that the dishes were rich and steaming. No wonder he spent a long time in the kitchen this morning.

She took a bite, biting her chopsticks hard.

Well, the little guy's craft as always.

After Ling Qingxuan finished eating, she took a picture of Youxi.

Ice Cream: Finished.

Xixi: Be good.

(the other party has withdrawn this message)

Xixi: Hmm.

Aya Qingxuan didn't pay attention and continued to work after her lunch break.

On the contrary, the man in the family felt that he not only had narcolepsy, but also other diseases.

He surreptitiously went to see Zhang Ming's personal account, saw his cooking, and finally fell into the editor-in-chief's stomach.

In the next few days, Zhang Ming never sent any news about making lunch again.

…

Ling Qingxuan was at leisure for a few days, and was called by the operation department to a small meeting on the tenth floor.

After the matter was settled, she saw Fei Lan flipping through the pantry with the documents.

The document was enlarged and bolded, with Tong Ling's signature.

This is her plan, put on the table two days ago, ready to use when the meeting on Friday.

Unexpectedly, it is now in Fei Lan's hands.

"Fei Lan." Ling Qingxuan walked over directly. Fei Lan was shocked and put the document behind her back.

"What, something? It's not that we don't know each other. What are you saying hello to me?"

"Planning case." Ling Qingxuan stretched out his hand.

"What plan, I should have nothing to do with your work, Tong Ling, stay away from me."

Fei Lan bypassed her. As long as she leaves the pantry, there are people from her magazine department outside. What can Tong Ling do?

Just when she was about to reach the door, Ling Qingxuan reached out to stop her, and Fei Lan pushed her.

In a whirl, Fei Lan fell to the ground.

Ass is solidly smashed.

"Hey—you pushed me?" Fei Lan's round eyes stared at her.

The sound caught the attention of the staff outside, and a friend passing by Fei Lan hurriedly shouted, "Tong Ling beat someone!"

Ling Qingxuan didn't want to hit her, but wanted to kill her.

The personnel quickly gathered, blocked the door, and looked at the two of them in confusion.

This is love and hate on the table.

"I didn't expect Tong Ling to look so petite and so strong, Fei Lan's fall was not easy."

"Can Fei Lan do it without killing Tong Ling? She must have stimulated others again."

"Shh, be quiet, my uncle is the general manager of Youqin."

"…"

Ling Qingxuan said to Fei Lan who was complacent, "Give me the plan."

"Tong Ling, you can't finish. If you want to hit me, just say it. What kind of plan is used as an excuse."

Ling Qingxuan held her collar and lifted her with a cold face.

The hidden plan behind the **** was revealed.

Tong Ling's two big and bold words, anyone who sees it knows what's going on.

Fei Lan actually took Tong Ling's plan.

Fei Lan was thrown aside, blushing and equatorial: "I don't know why it's down there, you did it on purpose."

This seat has no interest in your ass.

"That, Tong... Tong Ling, the manager asked you and Fei Lan to go to the office."

Fei Lan leaned against the wall and looked at her provocatively.

The two went to the office and put the plan on the table.

The general manager is in his forties. He is Fei Lan's uncle and one of the founders of Youqin.

Fei Lan has been in the circle of the upper class for a year after graduation. It was only this year that he decided to find a job, and his uncle let her airborne here.

However, Fei Lan stayed here for almost two months without doing anything of particular value.

As soon as Fei Lan came in, he called out to his uncle.

The general manager didn't say anything, he stretched out his hand and took the plan in his hand to read it.

Fei Lan felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, but she still looked at the little girl with a cold face.

The general manager watched for a while and asked, "Tong Ling, did you write this?"

"Um."

"Very good." The general manager put down the document and looked serious.

Fei Lan thought it was their fight that disturbed him just now, so he called them in to help her vent her anger.

Didn't expect your uncle to praise him as soon as he opened his mouth?

The general manager made a 'please' gesture, "Sit."

Fei Lan sat down with a butt.

The general manager said with a bad expression: "Get up, let Tong Ling sit down, I have something to tell her."

Fei Lan was trembling with anger and didn't get up.

"What's the matter?" Ling Qingxuan asked.

The general manager gave a stack of documents.

"Youshi Pictures wants to buy a batch of books for online dramas, I'll leave this to you."

"What!" Before Ling Qingxuan could make a move, Fei Lan exploded first, "Uncle, she only gave her such an important thing after two months?"

Besides, You's Films, wasn't she the one who came to contact her, although it failed.

"Here is the contact information of their person in charge. It is best to finalize it within a month. If this matter is not handled well, you don't need to change it to a regular."

In the end, he still favored blood, and the last sentence of the general manager was obviously a threat.

Aya Qingxuan looked indifferent.

Quickly resigned from this seat, this seat does not want to stay.