Quick-wearing girl with pattern counterattack

Chapter 667
I don't know why, when seeing the male lead follow the female lead to another world, just to prevent the female lead from walking alone, there are layers of ripples in Song Heng's heart, like a boulder being thrown into peace The shock caused by the clear lake is average.

Maybe these stories are related to him, Qingqian didn't close the computer screen immediately, she hummed lightly.

"On what website?"

Song Heng asked again.

"XX Book City." He answered plainly and neatly.

Song Heng's eyes deepened. If he remembers correctly, there is a company under his name whose website is xx Bookstore.

Up to now, web literature has become a fast food product suitable for digestion in free time after meals. A few years ago, seeing the huge benefits of web literature in the future, Song Heng once strongly praised xx Bookstore.

Now that a few years have passed, it has become extremely stable, and the benefits he has reaped are no less than some of the projects he invested in.

Unexpectedly, she could also write novels.

Her major doesn't seem like she can do this line of work.

Unless you are lucky or talented, it is difficult to earn money in a short period of time, and she seems to be doing it full-time. After all, if she has other jobs now, it is impossible to come back so early.

Song Heng was thoughtful, and asked her with interest, "What do you think of online articles?"

"Well...not bad."

Qingqian has no other hints about the plot, she only knows that this man's father has some relationship with her own father.

Song Heng looked into her eyes quietly, her pupils looked clear and clear, but if you looked closely, you could still see the vicissitudes deep in her eyes.

Song Heng was taken aback, a girl in her 20s, how could she have such a calm vicissitudes as if she had experienced everything in the world?

Taking a closer look, the vicissitudes had disappeared without a trace, Song Heng smiled lightly, maybe it was an illusion.

"why are you laughing?"

With a clear memory, where did she say something wrong?
Song Heng shook his head and continued to stand silently.

Qingqian was also silent, looking at the computer screen, and simply wrote something extra.

I thought to myself, can I let him talk more next time?
Every life is faced with a log with facial paralysis, sooner or later one day you will become impatient, you know?
However, Qingqian also thought that her patience seemed to have been sharpened by nothingness.

A person who writes and a person who reads, unconsciously, as the words are typed out one by one, they have already felt the same.

Both of them were silent for a long time before Song Heng spoke again, "What is your goal?"

People who can write full-time can't just write for fun.

Qingqian paused her fingers, continued typing on the keyboard as if nothing had happened, and said lightly: "Goal, attend next year's annual meeting."

This year's event is too late to catch up, and it was held long after the New Year's Eve.

Qingqian just answered casually, but Song Heng remembered it in his heart.

When I first started this business, Song Heng had read the articles of those authors of the female channel, such as love at first sight, love at first sight, long-term love, secret love, etc. Song Heng had read a lot, but never thought that one day he would appeared on him.

Thinking of her attitude changing several times, Song Heng felt a little uncertain.

In the end, the silence between the two turned into Qingqian coding at one end, and Song Heng working at the other end.

He looked very busy, from turning on the computer to now, he didn't even raise his head.

In the end, Qingqian turned off the computer first, rubbed her sore shoulders and neck, her whole body was sore from sitting for too long, when she looked up and saw Song Heng's serious look, she raised her eyebrows, stood up and walked into the kitchen.

When he came out again, he was holding a cup of coffee and a glass of juice in his hand.

The coffee was placed in front of Song Heng, Song Heng didn't raise his head, subconsciously said "Thank you."

Qingqian shrugged, returned to her place and sat down.

Song Heng picked up the coffee and took a sip, frowning slightly, it was different from the usual secretary's brew, which made him immediately understand who gave him the coffee.

Can't help being a little annoyed, he actually forgot where he was!

"Not to your taste?"

Although Qingqian asked plainly, her eyes narrowed dangerously, how dare she despise her?hehe!
Song Heng shook his head immediately, and said in a warm voice, "No, it's just the first time I tasted this kind of coffee."

Qing Qian raised his eyebrows, is there any difference between Mijia coffee and coffee in other places?
Qingqian didn't ask in the end, because Song Heng had already lowered his head and went to work.

Qingqian really can't understand, since she is so busy, why did she agree to come to Mi's house for the New Year?Moreover, it is still a month in advance.

But Qingqian didn't see that Song Heng's chat interface at the moment was related to her.

Song Heng: Is there any one of your subordinates called... Wait a minute.

Song Heng raised his head, looked at Qingqian, but was caught off guard by her inquisitive black eyes, his breathing became heavy all of a sudden, and his heartbeat became slightly chaotic.

Being caught peeking, she smiled at Song Heng generously, anyway... Song Heng should have known that she was interested in him from the first time they met.

"What's your pen name? I'll check it out when I'm free."

Qingqian blinked her eyes, but she still gave her name, but for a busy person like Song Heng, it might not be too important.

Mijiu: Yes, she was originally the author of a male channel, but recently wrote a female channel.

Song Heng: Leave one for her on the VIP invitation list for next year's annual meeting.

rice wine:……

Song Heng: Huh?

Mijiu: Boss, did she ask you to go through the back door?

After asking, Mijiu realized, where did she meet the boss?
Song Heng: No.

Looking at Song Heng's short words, Mijiu didn't ask any further questions. After all, the boss's affairs were beyond his control.He looked at Mi Qian's recent book. The writing style is not a little bit better than before, and the written words can always make people feel touched, as if the people in it are real. Readers sought after.Thinking that he would promote her vigorously, so that at the end of the year, she would be able to get the invitation letter for the annual meeting justifiably.

Mijiu: No problem, boss, I will take good care of her.

Qingqian didn't know about the conversation between Mijiu and Song Heng.

After finishing a story, Qingqian began to dig a hole again, with a hard-working appearance, as if she wished to write all the stories.

When the time came, Qingqian consciously walked into the kitchen, and after a while, Song Heng also walked in.

"Busy working?"

A very ordinary tone, as if asked hundreds of times.

Song Heng's heart was suddenly touched, "Yes."

In fact, not yet, but it should be possible to deal with it at night.

Looking at the man's skillful rolling of the sleeves, as if he had done it thousands of times, Qingqian's heart moved, she moved away, and asked slightly suspiciously, "Are you here?"

Song Heng nodded, "Okay."

Saying that, he consciously stood in front of Qingqian.

Qingqian looked at him not knowing why.

Song Heng pointed to the apron.

(End of this chapter)