Crematorium for all members: The real daughter went crazy after being reborn

The editor-in-chief really showed no mercy at all: "It's because you have numerous criminal records that I don't trust you so much!"

"Last time you delayed submitting the manuscript for three days! Last time, it took five days! Last time, it took more than a week! And again and again..."

Before the editor-in-chief finished speaking, Fu Xingxing immediately swore firmly: "Editor-in-chief, don't worry, I will do what I say this time!"

"Then what - I'm painting right now! Do you want to continue to be verbose? If I don't have time to submit the manuscript, you can't blame me!"

Sure enough, this trick has been tried and tested, and the editor on the other end of the phone immediately became confused. She gave a concise warning: "I must see the drawing before 12 o'clock today, otherwise you should prepare to come and see me!"

"OK!" Fu Xingxing hung up the phone very humbly at this moment.

Turning her head, she found a pair of eyes staring directly at her. The black figure was very close to her, scaring Fu Xingxing so much that he was out of his body.

"Ah -" she exclaimed, and when she looked closely, it turned out to be fifth brother Fu Zichen.

At this time, Fu Zichen obviously heard the phone call between Fu Xingxing and the editor-in-chief. He asked doubtfully: "Send the manuscript!? Editor-in-chief!? What are you doing, Fu Xingxing?"

As a person who barely graduated from high school, what kind of creation can she do?

Fortunately, the person who came was Fu Zichen, a not very smart person, so Fu Xingxing naturally dealt with it with a few casual jokes.

"You heard wrong, Fifth Brother, what kind of manuscript should I hand in? That--my friend is just nicknamed Editor-in-Chief because he is usually verbose! You are thinking too much!"

Sure enough, Fu Zichen believed it immediately and glanced at Fu Xingxing: "Don't wander around in front of my eyes if you have nothing to do. It will make you upset!"

"Fifth brother, how is your health? Do you still have diarrhea?"

Fu Xingxing really couldn't pick up the pot. Fu Zichen's pain was touched, and his mood fell to the bottom again: "I am fine, but I - I have suffered heavy losses!"

Fu Zichen almost cried as he spoke.

His next week was originally full of schedule, advertising endorsements, magazine shoots, variety shows...

As a result, all these activities came to nothing just because he fell ill!

Fu Zichen was worried that no one would complain. He pulled Fu Xingxing and spoke from the bottom of his heart with tears in his eyes: "Fu Xingxing, do you know? What is the most annoying thing to me?"

Fu Xingxing was anxious to go back to catch up on the manuscript, but she was helpless as she was being held back.

Fu Zichen asked and answered himself: "All my work fell on that brat Jin Yuanze! Hum hum - no one can take advantage of him? He is my enemy! We are competing products...

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Because of Fu Zichen's strong desire to talk, Fu Xingxing was pulled to talk for a full twenty minutes. Fortunately, she escaped after urinating.

When he sat back in front of the computer, Fu Xingxing looked at the time: "Emma! It's already past ten-thirty!"

"It's all Fu Zichen's fault!" Fu Xingxing muttered, comforting himself, "There's still an hour and a half, we should be able to make it in time!"

After moving his fingers a little and stretching a few times, Fu Xingxing immediately picked up the brush.

Sure enough, in the dead of night, it is when thoughts flow. Fu Xingxing's inspiration burst out, and she kept painting with the brush in her hand: a small clue should be buried here for future reasoning; a cold joke should be dropped here to liven up the atmosphere.

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