Heart attack

Chapter 57 Pickled Cabbage Bun

She heard clearly yesterday that Su Hexiang was calling him at the other end of the conversation, so did Sheng Yan go to find her?

Also did not return overnight.

Tang Hong also put away her mobile phone and didn't bother to look at the list of winners. She felt a nameless anger in her heart. She guessed it was a pity that Jiang Han didn't win the prize.

Thinking of this, she was so angry that she turned on her phone and edited a message to Jiang Han.

Tang Hongyi: When will you go back?
The news fell for a long time, and when the big troops came in and were still discussing yesterday's list of winners, the phone suddenly vibrated.

She casually answered what someone called her, and then turned on her phone to check the message.

Jiang Han: Friday.

Jiang Han: Are you liberated?
Jiang Han: Aren't you practicing in closed doors?

Guanghang called Tang Hongyi again, saw her staring at the phone seriously, got up and went over with the buns, "Editor Tang, breakfast."

Tang Hong also pressed the keyboard, hummed twice, raised his head and saw two shining buns, and suddenly frowned, "Thank you."

Guanghang put down his breakfast and left in silence.

Tang Hong also replied to the message: the day after tomorrow the ban will be lifted.

Tang Hongyi: Waiting for you?

Tang Hongyi: Life is so hard, my breakfast is only two chubby steamed stuffed buns, it’s better not to be mint flavored!

Jiang Han: The steamed stuffed bun still tastes like mint?

Jiang Han: The best, I have to try it.

Tang Hongyi:? ? ?

Jiang Han: I have an interview on Friday. It takes about two hours. I can take someone with me. You can pack it up and I will have someone pick you up. I will come back in the evening?
Tang Hong also swiped an OK emoji, put away her phone, and took out the steamed stuffed bun frantically, thinking that if it tasted like mint, she would definitely never eat steamed stuffed buns in her life.

Tearing off the anti-sticking paper under the bun, Tang Hong also licked his lips and took a bite. It tasted like sour cabbage. It was sour in his mouth and had a spicy taste. It was not unpalatable or minty.

It was rare for her to be happy for a while, and after a while, she ate the buns in two or three bites, took a bottle of milk from Ji Wenyin, and finished her breakfast after drinking it.

The ending of the adaptation has been written a long time ago. At this stage, it is all about making up, making corrections, following the company's opinions and agreements, and modifying some inappropriate plots. Every day is not too busy, and I still have the opportunity to go out for a walk and go shopping.

As soon as Ji Wenyin finished writing, Pi Zerui took Guanghang out on the back foot.

Only she and Ji Wenyin were left in the room. Ji Wenyin first archived the file, and then sent a spare copy in the group, then turned her head, stood up as if she didn't care, and said, "What's wrong?"

There were only two people left in the room, so Tang Hong could only respond to her: "What?"

"Like a sour lemon."

Tang Hong also froze, looked left and right at the screen, as usual, where is it sour?

"I ate a sauerkraut bun in the morning."

"..." Ji Wenyin made coffee and sat back down, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Tang Hong also drank the water at the bottom of the glass and nodded heavily.

Ji Wenyin glared at her, "Seriously, what's the matter?"

"I don't know." Tang Hong was also annoyed, with a feeling of sulking in her heart. If she knew that she was not happy, she would solve it directly, and why would she need to sit here and get sulking.

"Or because of a broken relationship?"

"No."

"Then who else could it be? Isn't that the only people you have contacted here? Could it be Mr. Sheng who provoked you?" Ji Wenyin said casually, and Tang Hong, who was choking, couldn't utter a word.

Really sick.

Ji Wenyin didn't expect to step on the real thunder, so she said without concealing the truth: "Actually, I saw you and Mr. Sheng yesterday. Although I didn't say it, you won't, really, what happened to Mr. Sheng... What, a dark secret, right?"

The meaning of inquiring, that is, bold and cautious, made Tang Hong laugh straight away, "Does he sign me to be the screenwriter of the follow-up group or did he answer Bai Yueguang's call?"

"Damn?!" Ji Wenyin couldn't hold back her swearing, "What with the screenwriter? What Bai Yueguang? How many episodes did I miss?"

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