I Just Memorized The Plot. Did You Tell Me To Change The Script?

Xie Chun took two sips of coffee, turned his eyes to the strange figure at the door, and then the corners of his eyes began to twitch.

It was a professional woman wearing a white shirt and a black suit. She seemed to be about the same height as Jiang Jinhua and had a good figure.

She has short black hair that is smooth and capable, and her skin is so white that she does not look like an Asian. She has an oval face, and her eyes are not too big, but her facial features are quite delicate. Overall, it is not too much to give her a pretty rating.

But what made Xie Chun's eyes twitch was not her beauty, but the robot-like expression on her face, which greatly destroyed other people's imagination of her.

Several meters away, Xie Chun even felt the cold aura like a glacier.

Generally speaking, this kind of person would not hang out in a maid coffee shop. He looked at her eyes scanning the shop, obviously looking for someone.

Isn't this Jiang Jinhua's editor?

But when he saw Jiang Jinhua chatting with the editor before, the other party's reply was very enthusiastic, and it didn't look like he was paralyzed at all.

Xie Chun took Jiang Jinhua's mobile phone over, entered the chat interface with the editor under her puzzled eyes, and asked, "Are you already here?"

Then he looked up at the door, and Jiang Jinhua followed his gaze.

Then he found that the facially paralyzed elder sister who was looking at the store took out her mobile phone from her jacket pocket expressionlessly, checked it expressionlessly, and pressed the phone a few times expressionlessly.

Within a few seconds, Jiang Jinhua's cell phone vibrated, and Xie Chun now had to believe that the woman at the door was Jiang Jinhua's editor.

Speaking of which, why can someone with facial paralysis be an editor?

What the hell kind of setting is this!

"Aren't you talking about the bald editor? How come you are the sister with facial paralysis?"

Jiang Jinhua looked a little guilty: "Isn't my editor really her?"

"Ninety-nine percent of the time, otherwise, how could he have come to such a place with facial paralysis?"

"But this kind of facial paralysis has always been the most difficult type to deal with." Jiang Jinhua was a little distressed.

"Stop talking nonsense, go and bring people in."

Jiang Jinhua hugged his arm: "Why don't you thank me and go ahead? How about I cheer you up here?"

Xie Chun glared at her: "Are you a cartoonist or am I a cartoonist?"

"There's nothing we can do about it." Jiang Jinhua shook Xie Chun's arm: "Please mess with me. Although the two-dimensional facial paralysis characters drawn are very cute, facial paralysis in the real world is really difficult to deal with. It doesn't matter. I don’t know what the other person is thinking.”

Jiang Jinhua is often in a state of asking for help. Xie Chun is almost immune to this trick and can tell when she wants to be lazy and when she really has a need.

He glanced at the door and asked, "What's her last name?"

"I don't know, I haven't talked about this."

"..."

As a result, I don’t know anything, and I’m just an old bald man editing and editing outside every day?

Xie Chun covered her face and stood up from her seat. The maid who was responsible for delivering the food immediately came over and asked, "Master, is there anything you need to serve?"

"No." Xie Chun declined politely, and then walked straight to the door of the coffee shop.

In the blind spot behind him, the maid clenched her fists with a smile.

Hard, hard, fist hard.

Xie Chun walked to the door and found that the facially paralyzed elder sister was looking at her phone. On her phone was the chat interface with Jiang Jinhua.

...It seems that I forgot to reply to her just now. Is he probably waiting for a reply?

"Hello." Xie Chun greeted sheepishly.

The elder sister with facial paralysis raised her head and looked at Xie Chun. She was silent for two seconds, and then said in a cold voice, "I'm sorry, I don't like men younger than me."

Xie Chun almost couldn't breathe.

"You misunderstood, I'm not here to strike up a conversation."

He explained this, and saw the facially paralyzed elder sister nodded, and then... lowered her head to look at her phone.

Damn, are you so unique?

Why are there so many problem children around me?

Xie Chun rubbed his eyebrows and said, "You are Jinhua's editor, right?"

Fortunately, this time, her attention was successfully diverted: "Do you know Teacher Jinhua?"

There was no change in her expression, not even the slightest fluctuation in her voice, which made Xie Chun couldn't help but wonder if the person talking to Jiang Jinhua on the Internet was her real personality?

"Jinhua is waiting over there, by the window." Xie Chun pointed in the direction over there.

Jiang Jinhua kept staring here. When she saw Xie Chun pointing at her, she immediately put on a dignified smile just for others to see, and then waved her hand gracefully.

"Teacher Jinhua did say that she would bring a friend with her." Sister Facial Paralysis nodded: "Nice to meet you."

"Ah...I'm very happy too. Anyway, let's go in first. Just talk to her about whatever you need to talk about. I just came with her." Xie Chun led her in.

He is here to pressure the situation. If the two parties are having a good conversation, there is no need for him to speak. If the other party comes up with some conditions that are unfavorable to Jiang Jinhua, then that is a different matter.

The maid's eyes swept over Xie Chun and landed on the face of the eldest sister beside her: "Master, is there anything you need to give me?"

"No." The editor shook his head with a cold face and followed Xie Chun.

The smile on the maid's face gradually solidified, why are there so many unusual customers today, why don't you come to a maid coffee shop?

Xie Chun sat next to Jiang Jinhua. Seeing the dignified smile on her face, he felt it was inconsistent. He asked in a low voice: "Aren't you tired of pretending like this?"

"This is to maintain a good image in front of outsiders." Jiang Jinhua's voice was gentle and calm.

"That's almost it. Stop pinching me."

Xie Chun really didn't want to face two creatures, the paralyzed creature and the clamp, at the same time on the same table.

"Please sit down." He motioned to the seat opposite.

When the paralyzed elder sister sat down, Jiang Jinhua said, "Although we have communicated on the Internet for a long time, this should be the first time we have met in real life."

"Introduce yourself, Jiang Jinhua, Jinhua is my pen name."

"Leng Bingxia, temporarily serving as Mr. Jinhua's comics editor, is also your loyal fan. This is my business card."

She took out two business cards from her pocket and handed them to Xie Chun and Jiang Jinhua respectively.

One thing is that although she said that she was a fan of Jiang Jinhua, Xie Chun did not feel any enthusiasm in her words, and even the compliments were perfunctory.

This social ability is too top-notch, how did you become an editor?

In order to lighten the atmosphere, Xie Chun handed over the menu: "If you need anything, just ask the waiter to come over."

Leng Bingxia shook her head: "No need."

"It's better to order a drink. I don't know how long today's conversation will take." Xie Chun was still trying to ease the atmosphere: "Or maybe I can give you a cup of coffee like mine?"

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

Xie Chun now felt like he was in a shelter for troubled children. He pushed the untouched plate of tiramisu in front of him and said, "I don't know if you like this kind of sweet. If you don't mind, please eat it."

"I can do it."

Xie Chun stood up and walked towards the maid who was greeting the guests at the door, shouting: "Another cup of the coffee just now, no love, thank you."

"..."

The maid plans to resign after finishing her work today.