MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 17 Delivery

Lan Ning did not remember how she finished the meal. She only remembered that she had fought for her life and then resisted the urge to buckle the dishes on the head of Confucianism.

She returned home with anger, and she felt that stretching could not alleviate the pain in her heart.

It’s time for the deadline for the manuscript. He actually ran out for a spring tour and brought along with other authors! Although he finally said that he would bring a computer, he would take the time to write a manuscript, but who is the special letter!

She boarded Q.Q and shared this bad news with Apple: "Lucky teacher organized a large-scale drafting activity. :)

Apple: ......... What kind of demon is he doing?

Cauliflower: He explained that he and everyone went out for a spring tour, and the date of return was unknown.

Apple:............

Apple: I think the editor-in-chief will blow up tomorrow...

Cauliflower: I have already blown up a fireworks. :)

Apple:...

The penguin was mad, and Lanning looked at it. Dai Qing’s head jumped.

She cleared the generation.

Dai Qing: md, just had another one with the pirate dog.

Laning: ...

Dai Qing: I saw the piracy and ran to my text and Weibo to yell at me. How big is the face [smile] Pujiang sees a thousand words and three points, they are reluctant to give it, but also the author said that the author lost money [smile] The courageous author should write to them free of charge, is it that they raise me?

Dai Qing: Any right job in this world, as long as you pay for labor, you should get the corresponding reward. Only write a text, you dare to collect money is to think of money and want to be crazy:) I wish them no longer pay their wages to work in the future:)

Laning: _(:3"∠)_

Lan Ning: I saw you so miserable, I suddenly felt much better...

Dai Qing:......

Dai Qing: [Goodbye]

Lan Ning: Wait, do you know what the prestige is?

Dai Qing: Σ(°△°|||)_Lanning, you have changed, you are no longer the pure and non-scaling Lanning I have known before!

Lan Ning: ... So what is it?

Dai Qing: [link] This is the version that my male **** sang, listen to it yourself (w)

Lan Ning clicked on the link sent by Dai Qing, and after listening to it for 30 seconds, he retired with red ears.

What the sings are! It’s the name of the Qing Dynasty.

She turned off the computer and took her pajamas to take a shower.

After lying in bed, I still have no sleepiness. The melody of the prestige is like a demon in my ear. She thought that Yunguang said in the group that she wanted to listen to the song of the lucky teacher. She couldn’t help but enter the voice of Confucianism...

Stop! How can she have such crazy ideas! It’s terrible!

After the reflection, she patted her face hard, made a big deep breath, and began to seriously drowsiness.

At night, I seemed to have made some messy dreams. Lan Ning couldn’t remember the next day. When I was at work, the editor-in-chief learned about the spring tour of the teacher, and it really exploded.

"Why don't you stop him?!" The editor slammed the table and the water in the cup sprinkled better.

Lan Ning, with the anger of the editor-in-chief, daringly said: "It’s impossible to marry a man who wants to marry a teacher.

Editor-in-Chief: "..."

Apple is comforting her on the side: "The authors have to draft the manuscript, and we can't take them anyway. This time, I was fortunate enough to have a spring tour with a lot of authors, including Wang Junnan and their magazines! You don't want him to receive the manuscript. Is it very cool!"

Editor-in-Chief: "..."

She thought about it for a while, and it was really cool.

When I spoke again, the tone of the editor-in-chief had already eased a lot more than just now: "You can call him right away. If you can stop it, you will be blocked. If you can't stop, you will have time to ask about their route. If necessary, you will arrest people. In short, I have to read the manuscript on the 15th."

Lan Ning: "...I know."

After the editor-in-chief left, Lan Ning felt a sigh of relief and asked the apple around him: "What is the complaint between Wang Junnan and the editor?"

Wang Junnan's name she heard, is also the editor-in-chief of a reasoning magazine. The magazine is not owned by the Guangrong Group. However, it has maintained stable sales for many years, and it is considered to be a relatively strong competitor of Mistri.

However, judging from the reaction of the editor-in-chief, she always felt that the two of them seemed to have other personal enmity.

Apple made a thief and glanced at the editor's office. He lowered his voice and said to Lan Ning: "Wang Junnan is our college classmate. When they were a sweet little couple, they almost got married. Later, I don't know why. Turned over, now it’s the same as having a feud."

"Oh..." Lan Ning nodded if he realized something, and took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the Confucian language.

"Oh--" The apple drinking next to the water almost sprayed water onto Lanning’s mobile phone screen. "What is this "death to death"?"

Lan Ning calmly said: "Oh, my nickname for my fortunate teacher."

Apple: "..."

Sure enough, a good girl was forced into a neuropathy!

After Lan Ning called the phone out, it took a while to speak Confucianism: "What?"

Lan Ning smiled and said: "Teacher, where are you now?"

The rhetoric in the other words seemed to laugh: "We set off at six in the morning and are now on the road."

Lan Ning: "..."

She continued to smile and asked: "Where are you going to go? When will you come back?"

"I don't know where to go."

...this is too casual!

"You didn't make a route?"

"Why do you want to make such things bound yourself? Is it not good to follow the nature?"

Lan Ning: "..."

Everyone follows the nature like you, and this society is finished!

The Confucian language knows her attempt. When she speaks, she still has a little smile in her voice: "You can rest assured, I am carrying a computer. When I am insomnia at night, I will remember to write two sentences."

Lan Ning: "..."

"Don't say it, we're going to go into the mountains. It shouldn't be a long time, don't think too much about me."

Lan Ning: "..."

She gave herself a sigh of relief and smiled at the phone on the other side of the phone: "Teacher, if I can't receive the manuscript on the 15th, I will hang it at your door."

Lan Ning didn't know if the threat was useful. She only knew that the teacher was really quiet in the next few days. Q.Q No matter how she pokes, she never responds again. The phone has not been able to get through, and Weibo has not been updated, just like humans have evaporated.

She also looked for Apple to try the 19-inch phone Q.Q and Weibo, which is the same effect.

This large-scale drafting campaign has plagued the entire editorial department.

Lan Ning feels that the great achievements of the fortunate teacher are enough to fill the history of the history of the world.

As I saw that I was getting closer and closer to the 15th, Laning was more and more anxious. Only when I chatted with the blue sky occasionally can I feel that the world still has love.

The blue sky has been asked about the progress of his manuscript, but now the teacher is missing with a large group of authors, and the editor has nothing to think about the new man's manuscript. The blue-skinned manuscript has been pressed.

Fortunately, the blue sky is very patient, not only did not remind her, but after learning the spring tour of the teacher, I comforted her.

At the end, he said enviously: "I also want to go to the spring tour with the lucky teacher. [grievance]"

Lan Ning: "..."

Don't go astray, boy!

Lan Ning is very worried that the rare young boy will be fortunate to be bad, and quickly prevent the two from separating them: "I will tell you, fortunately, the teacher himself cannot see at all! You must remember and He keeps the distance, otherwise the image of your male **** in your heart will fall apart by the speed of light! The words are my blood and tears!"

The blue sky is like a wash: (⊙o⊙) is so terrible.

The blue sky is like a wash: In fact, how can the great **** of this teacher know me orz

This...he already knows that you are a boring peanut.

March 14th, the day before the deadline for submission. Lan Ning still has no connection with Confucianism, and she has lost hope for the whole world.

Today, the editor-in-chief has given her an ultimatum. She looks at the gray-faced head and wants to tear him apart.

The company held another meeting before work, and Lan Ning didn't listen to it. She thought she might be attending the company's meeting for the last time.

When she returned to her seat, she habitually glanced at Q.Q and had an avatar jumping.

... Tianzhu is a fortunate teacher! !

Lan Ning was almost in front of the computer. She poked the dialog box at lightning speed and had a message for her.

Fortunately: Although Valentine's Day did not give me a gift, but white. Valentine's Day, I still kindly send you a gift.

He sent an offline file, which is a word document with the title "White. Valentine's Day Gift". Lan Ning pressed the feeling of rolling in the heart of the Yellow River, downloaded it and opened it.

For a moment, just like a light shot from the computer, it illuminates her whole world!

It is a manuscript, a manuscript, a manuscript!

When Laning received the university admission book, he was not so touched! QAQ

She tweeted on Weibo and published the most exciting news to date on the number of "Today's teacher has handed over the manuscript".

handed in! ! ! QAAAAAAAAAAAAAQ