I cry when I am happy, and I cry when I am unhappy.

She just holds back her tears when she's happy, but when she's unhappy, her tears flow like the Yellow River...it's scary to watch.

Zhuchuan held Chuli's face and patiently wiped her tears. Chuli sat on the ground and cried sincerely. Her tears flowed out as if they were free. Her whole face was red from crying and her eyes were swollen like peaches...

The keyboard that Chu Li had forcibly removed was thrown aside. The German Cherry discontinued its military firearms. Firebox series, more than 1,500 yuan each.

Zhuochuan didn't even look at it.

He held her chin with one hand and wiped her tears. Only when his slender fingertips shook off the water droplets did he think absentmindedly that he complained every day about how heavy she ate like an elephant, but he didn't expect that her face was really small, only the size of a palm, and he could control it with one hand.

"Tell me what's going on?" The man asked in a deep voice, patiently repeating what he already knew, "The first printing is stuck at 340,000? ... Talk properly, don't cry, you're going to cry your eyes out."

Chu Li nodded vaguely, adding an unclear "Old Miao bastard"...Zhe Chuan saw her pitiful and gritting her teeth, and always felt that she was a little cute. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He just pushed aside her hair that was stuck to her cheeks because of tears: "People like Lao Miao can stand firm in Yuanyue Society. In addition to those authors who are desperate to become famous and are willing to kill the goose to get the eggs for the sake of sales, there must be people behind him who value this and support him."

Chu Li sniffed and looked up at Zhu Chuan. Zhu Chuan calmly wiped away the tears mixed with the black mascara in her eyes and asked, "Who do you think this person could be?"

"…from the marketing department." Chu Lisha said hoarsely, "Liang Chonglang?"

As the head of the marketing department, Liang Chonglang's status in Yuanyue Society can be said to be on par with that of Teacher Xia - looking at the entire Yuanyue Society, the editors all listen to Teacher Xia; the rest of the people all listen to Liang Chonglang... I had vaguely heard that after Yuanyue Society successfully went public, it would promote the company's backbone to become vice president. Now it seems natural that the candidate for this vice president will be either Lao Xia or Lao Liang.

"Yuanyue Publishing is such a big publishing company, the waters are deep, and there are factional struggles. If a newcomer like you doesn't understand, you will also be a sacrifice," said Zhuochuan. "So why are you crying? Do you really want to be the deputy editor-in-chief and move out of here? Am I not giving you food or abusing you?"

Chu Li lowered his head and said nothing.

"What's going on with the ghost doll?"

"…The book number cannot be approved."

"Because of the subject matter?"

"right."

"Do you feel particularly sorry for the doll?"

"Well, I promised her I would publish a book for her."

"Then you can compensate her and publish other books for her. Isn't Suo Heng's serialization in Moonlight coming to an end soon? Free up a serialization slot for Guiwa, and publish a single volume directly after the serialization is finished?" The man's tone sounded particularly nonchalant, as if this was no big deal at all. "Why not publish a book? Her short stories in Moonlight are quite popular, which shows that she can adapt to the publishing standards..."

Half the story.

The face pinched in the big hand suddenly raised its head, and the eyes with tears in them tried to look at him with a wide open look. The tears that were originally falling out forgot to continue falling out, and just hung there, swaying as if about to fall.

Zhuchuan was upset by what he saw——

Suddenly I remembered that when Jiang Yucheng confessed his love, she also looked at him with such confusion and shock.

Thinking of this, I felt uncomfortable... Raising my hand and unbuttoning a shirt, the man's tone became a little impetuous, but he still tried to be gentle: "Is this okay?"

“…It seems so,” Chu Li said blankly, “Okay.”

Such a logical idea. Suo Heng's serialization was mentioned this morning. Why didn't she think of it?

I was so angry.

"Okay, you can't solve Lao Miao's problem; the ghost doll problem is solved temporarily; what else is next?" Zhao Chuan frowned, suddenly looking a little impatient, "Oh, and there's also "Yellow Spring Inn". I didn't plan to sign it to Xindun Publishing House. You just sold me "Luohe Divine Book". Whether it's the internal Yuanyue Society or the readers, the enthusiasm is at its highest. What reason do I have to sign it to Xindun? Isn't it normal for Xindun's people to come here when they see that "Luohe Divine Book" is selling well? To tell you the truth, I have received at least eight publishing editors today. Gu Baizhi was the last one who came in person because she saw that her minions couldn't handle it - you are jealous, can you handle it?"

“…”

Chu Li was caught off guard and scolded so badly that he was pissed off——

I didn't even have time to think whether the word "jealous" was accurate in this context.

At this time, seeing that she didn't say anything, Zhuo Chuan raised his eyebrows: "What, do you think I'm going to destroy the bridge after crossing the river? Is this the kind of person I am in your eyes?"

Chu Li's face turned red with nervousness, thinking, here we go again, this kind of contrived explanation, next he will definitely force me to apologize, and I will just say in a cowardly way, I'm so sorry -

The slander is not yet complete.

At this moment, the man suddenly scratched her cheek with his bent fingers.

The wet face was never still but fixed in a confused expression. Chu Li raised her head and looked at the man. She looked closely into his eyes and when she saw the faint smile inside, she thought for a moment that she was having an illusion...

"Why do you always look like you're willing to be bullied by me? It's only natural that I would want to bully you."

“…”

"The first print run of the Luohe Divine Book was actually 350,000. Today, there have been media reports online that the first print run of one million was out of stock and they were urgently reprinted... Even my old man sent me a WeChat message, asking me how many I had sold. For a while, I was extremely successful," Zhao Chuan lowered his eyes, looked at the aggrieved face in front of him, and smiled a little. Then, the smile widened, "I seem to have finally stepped onto the top of the pyramid and reached the same height as your teacher Jiang Yucheng."

“…”

"I haven't said thank you yet..."

The man’s fingertips lightly brushed Chu Li’s eyelashes, and his voice was so soft that it seemed to be shattered in the moonlight pouring in from the window—

"Thank you, Banana Man. I'm glad I signed the Luo River Divine Book for you. Thank you for your hard work."

For a long time, Chu Li did not speak. She just tried to stare at Zhuchuan with her red and swollen eyes, looking at him as if he were a monster. When the man was somewhat disappointed and thought that she would never respond to his thanks, she suddenly let out a "whoosh", opened her arms and threw herself into his arms, holding his waist tightly with both hands, like a drowning person who finally grabbed a life-saving driftwood...

"Why are you saying it now? Ah, wuwuwu... I thought you would never know how to say thank you! You're saying it now... Did you just remember it? Uh, that must be it!"

The warm, wet liquid quickly soaked the front of his shirt.

The man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud, raised his hands, and gently stroked the hair of the guy lying in his arms: "You cry again, you cry when you are angry, you cry when you are happy, you are usually as surly as a crab, why do you like to cry so much..."

Chu Li buried herself in the man's arms with a face that looked like she was going to smother herself to death. She hiccupped and said pitifully in a low voice, "Can you, Hiccup, promise me one more thing?"

"What?"

The man now looked at the moon outside——

In his life, no little girl had ever cried like a river in his arms. Now, if she asked him for the moon, he would have to...

"Without a book number, "Hearing" cannot be submitted for the Huazhi Award. Apart from "The Divine Book of Luo River", there is really no other book that can be submitted for "Moonlight". The registration ends this month. Do you think you can..."

“…”

Zhuchuan lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw that the person who had been buried in his arms had raised her head, and looked at him with twinkling eyes, full of expectation, as if being rejected and the next second those eyes, which were particularly bright because of the tears, would burst into tears again...

Ouch.

Is Jiang Yucheng sick? How can he like someone who would take advantage of others over a disagreement?

Zhuo Chuan sighed and resisted the urge to strangle the person in front of him: "Okay, if you want to give it to me, then give it to me. Anyway, you have made a great contribution to this book. Should I reluctantly let you be the owner?"

Hearing this, he looked at the face in front of him with a disdainful look, and the red corners of his eyes finally showed a serious smile.

Zhuchuan: “…”

I don’t know what’s going on, but Zhuchuan always feels like he’s been tricked.

…

An hour later, Chu Li had basically gotten over her grief, otherwise she probably wouldn't even have the courage to pick up a spatula, let alone cook for Zhuochuan.

Zhao Chuan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at the little girl in the kitchen who was cooking and drinking yogurt with a "sizzling" sound. Her slippers made a squeaky sound from her steps. He suddenly thought that since the weather was so cold, he should buy her a pair of long house shoes that would cover her feet to the knees.

Looking at her dazzlingly white arms and her collarbone in the shadows...she can't wear that nightgown like that anymore.

Heating is free?

"Are you free this weekend?" asked Zhuo Chuan.

"What?"

"Winter is coming, let me buy you some winter supplies."

"Do you give me money?"

“…”

This little girl is so shameless. She was crying in his arms in the afternoon. She felt sorry for the little girl, as if she had failed to publish a book for her and was ashamed of herself...

At this moment, he was like a person with nothing to do, cooking, humming, and shamelessly thinking about his wallet.

...Shit, schizophrenia?

"The royalties I gave you for the Luo River Divine Book are enough to buy you ten mattresses to play the Princess and the Pea. The wool comes from the sheep."

Zhu Chuan turned over on the sofa with a click of his tongue, thus missing the person in the kitchen who silently raised the corner of his lips and smiled foolishly at the steak in front of him...

The difference between men and women is that

What seems like a landslide for a woman can be solved one by one by a man with just a few words, "first, then, last". After it's solved, you think about it yourself and feel: Yes, isn't that the case?

Putting aside the matter of the deputy editor, Chu Li felt relieved that Ah Gui's problem was solved smoothly. He immediately communicated with Yu Yao about Ah Gui's serialization. Of course, Yu Yao agreed readily - after all, "Moonlight" magazine could not get a book number in advance, not to mention that Ah Gui had always been very popular when he wrote short stories in the magazine.

When he told Ah Gui about this, Ah Gui seemed very happy. He pulled Chu Li to discuss the topics that could be written for a while, and then jumped happily to eat... Ah Gui reminded him that he finally remembered that there was a dog and an author waiting to be fed at home, so Chu Li wiped his tears and went into the kitchen to cook.

At this moment, I was using the time while cooking to report to Yu Yao that "The Inn at Huangquan" had been successfully won, and that Zhechuan had agreed to submit "The Divine Book of Luohe" for the Huazhi Award. I was still accepting Yu Yao's new round of praise and joy.

[Yu Yao: Really? You're pretty quick. I actually heard this morning that "The Divine Book of Luo River" was a big hit, and other publishing houses and publishing companies got in on the action—Xindun and even Gu Baizhi moved out.]

[Yu Yao: I was afraid you would be a step late, so I wanted to tell you this: Although you are not the personal editor of Qichuan, you just sold a copy to him, so you have the highest chance of getting this copy.]

[Yu Yao: I saw that you were in a bad mood during the day, so I didn’t want to urge you to go and ask for it... Did the process go smoothly? ]

……………………After a lot of throwing around and rolling around, Teacher Chuan cried so much that she had to change her clothes. Does that count as a smooth process?

If that counts, it's pretty smooth.

Chu Li typed the words "not bad" and was holding his phone to laugh at himself when his phone vibrated with another new message -

【Jiang Yucheng: Chuli, I heard that the first print run of the Luohe Divine Book was set at 340,000, a little short of 350,000. Are you okay?】

[The Monkey's hired navy: It's okay... Hey, the whole world knows about the bet between me and Lao Miao! ]

From that day on, Jiang Yucheng no longer called her "little monkey", he just called her Chuli.

A full name that exudes a sense of intimacy.

[Jiang Yucheng: I am well-informed, hahaha! If you are unhappy, you can tell me. In my opinion, it is only a matter of time before you replace Lao Miao... Don't worry about it for the time being. That rubbish Chuan is not useful. You still have me. I have read the contract for "The Lost Amusement Park". I will sign it and send it to you tomorrow...]

[The Monkey’s hired navy: No no no, I’ll just go get it from you after work—]

【Jiang Yucheng: It’s so cold, I feel bad for you running around the world.】

【Jiang Yucheng: I sent it over at noon.】

【Jiang Yucheng: What do you want to eat for lunch? I’ll bring it to you.】

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li raised his hand and was about to reply when someone outside said, "Are you cooking or playing with your phone? The ding-dong-dong sounds never stop. Are you so busy?"

Chu Li: "Teacher Jiang Yucheng said that he would send me the contract tomorrow at noon..."

Zhao Chuan: "He personally delivered it? You must be crazy. The gas cost to deliver the car to your place is more expensive than express delivery in the same city. He probably thinks he is very romantic for doing such a stupid thing——"

Chu Li: "..."

Didn’t you also go to the editorial department in person to confront Lao Miao during the dispute over the editorship of “The Divine Book of Luo River”?

Before I went to City B to soak in the hot springs, I went to the editorial department to get a job. What do you think of him gathering dust in the work library with me?

Besides, do you know what romance is?

Chu Li smiled faintly: "Teacher, where are we going to buy things this weekend? In addition to quilts and other things, I also want to buy a new bath towel."

"..." The person outside the kitchen was silent for a moment, "Why don't you just let me buy you a suite?"

Chu Li put down his phone and continued to grin at the steak in front of him.

The steak was cooked and placed on a plate. Chu Li walked into the living room carrying the plate. She looked at the man lying on the sofa, crossing his legs and playing with his cell phone... Suddenly, she felt like time had finally returned.

Thinking of the unbridled crying in his arms in the afternoon, it was as if I had closed the door, and all the storms outside would return to peace in his arms...

He even said thank you to her, and his serious look was so charming.

Chu Li suddenly had a terrible illusion: it was great to like Chu Chuan.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, even she shuddered.

At this moment, Zhuochuan felt her silent gaze, so he turned his face and looked at the little girl who was standing at the door of the kitchen with two plates of steak and wearing banana-patterned slippers, staring at him... He was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"Teacher," Chu Li stared at the man's face and bit her lower lip, "I want to kiss you, right now."

“…”

Zhuochuan's hands trembled.

The cell phone hit that lazy and handsome face with a "bang".