Chapter 36: Start reading

This sentence is like a pot of ice water to completely wake up Laning.
Yes, she must have been too excited before she felt that she was finished sleeping and finished the chapter.
The Confucian language yawned again and looked very sleepy: "I will help you complete the chapter. In return, today's meal is up to you."
Lan Ning: "..."
She stood silently and looked at him for a while before she began to say: "Teacher, the seal is your job, I am helping you."
Confucianism went to the sofa and sat down, glaring at her: "That is not my job, the job you have found for me."
Got it, my job has not seen you more positive!
Lan Ning's mouth moved twice. Finally, he smiled and asked, "Teacher, what do you want for breakfast?"
After she made the breakfast, she could finally go home. Before going out, Confucianism did not forget to remind her: "Remember to come over for lunch at noon." "
Lan Ning: "..."
She plans to give him a takeaway directly online.
Exhaustedly returning home, Lan Ning licked some sore shoulders. Sure enough, I didn’t feel well in the living room for a night. It should be better to take a hot bath.
She was just about to enter the room, and the door of the Qufu bedroom was opened. Qufu, wearing a little princess's pajamas, stared at a messy hair and came out. When she saw Laning standing at the door, she was obviously shocked: "Lan Ning, you. Is it coming back now?"
"Uh……"
"What night did you spend at the teacher's house yesterday?"
Lan Ning: "..."
Can you not use such sensitive words as overnight?
"Oh, I didn't think that opening a parent would have such a big effect on promoting men and women's feelings."
Lan Ning stepped up and knocked at her head: "Are you wrong with the mathematics paper? You don't want to study hard all day, and your mind is stained."
Qufu touched the top of her head and looked at her: "I am not dirty, but you are not returning all night. This is very dirty."
"...I stamped it too late to fall asleep directly in the living room, you think less." Lan Ning said that he was carrying the room, and did not forget to bring it to the door. The Qufu outside the door snorted and whispered, "What are you blushing?"
Because the Confucian language "help" Lan Ning completed the chapter, he used this as an excuse to let Lan Ning come to his house for two days. On Monday, Lan Ning received a ring lining from the Confucian language in the company. When the book was printed, it could be handed over to the printing house for binding.
In the internal group of the editorial department, the editor-in-chief updated a notice about the company's anniversary celebration, which asked the editors to confirm with the author once. Lan Ning looked at the time and content of the event, and went to poke her author who received the invitation.
Cauliflower: Teacher, finally confirm, the company anniversary of the day after tomorrow, can you come?
Fortunately: Well.
Cauliflower: good √
Fortunately: Did peanuts receive the invitation?
Cauliflower: ...Do you say that the sky is like a wash? ^_^ Maybe he will be invited next year~^^
Fortunately: Ha ha :)
Cauliflower: Oh, yes, the most popular short story of this month's magazine is his "Prayer". He will give him an extra fee for the award. ^_^
Fortunately: Hehehe :))
Lan Ning looked at him with a smile and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He felt that it was a good thing to have a newcomer to stimulate the lucky teacher.
On Wednesday afternoon, due to the company's opening anniversary, the editors all got off work in advance and went to the company's set of hotel collections. The author who received the invitation also came to the hotel one after another, and Laning waited outside the hotel, fearing that the author could not find the way.
Yes, she said that she is a fortunate teacher.
Fortunately, the teacher has been living in a city for so many years, it is not easy to get lost in the city. Lan Ning looked far away at his silver jaguar and went up.
The Confucian language stopped the car and walked down the car. He still wears a smart suit, but it is not the same as when he went to the parent meeting last time.
Lan Ning looked at him a few times and had to admit that he was really handsome in his suit. The Confucian language also examined her for a moment when she got out of the car, and then she asked: "Is this the best dress you can choose?"
Lan Ning: "..."
She usually goes to work in a casual commute. Like this dress, she can't wear it a few times a year. Although it is not a famous brand, she thinks she can still wear it out to see people. Why is it that he is degraded to the mud when he arrives?
She exhaled and smiled at the Confucian language: "I didn't choose because I only have this one."
In the eyes of Confucianism, there was a glimpse of surprise, and then with a very regrettable tone: "I really feel bad about you."
Lan Ning: "..."
get out!
"The venue is on the third floor, let's go." She said that she turned and walked to the hotel, and the Confucian language followed her, and she laughed innocently.
There have been many people gathered in the third floor conference, and some authors have edited. There are several female authors in the romance department who are attending the company's anniversary for the first time. When they see Confucianism, they can't help but whisper: "Is that the author? Who knows who?"
"It seems to be a lucky teacher!"
"Scorpio will not! Fortunately, my teacher is my male god! He is so handsome!"
"Is it really a lucky teacher? Is it not the star that the company invited?"
Lan Ning listened to their arguments and turned back to the Confucian language: "Teacher, you are still very popular."
The Confucian language is amazed: "Don't you know today?"
Lan Ning: "..."
I really want to make his true face public, and see if the papers that are the goddess of the gods will be disillusioned!
The seats in the venue were divided according to the department, so the Confucian language went all the way to the department of the mystery novel, and there were also some familiar authors sitting around.
The cloud smacked a melon seed and sighed at the Confucian language: "Every year, when attending the anniversary, there are new authors who are fascinated by the fortunate teachers.
Next to the wood white smiled: "When you first saw the good fortune, isn't it the same as them?"
"Hey, who is not young and ignorant?"
Lan Ning’s heart was nodding.
"Yes, what about 19? What haven't you come yet?" Yun asked.
Apple said: "Nineteen teachers said that they must pick up their daughters after school. They should be coming soon."
"Ah, obviously, they debuted together. The daughter of 19-year-old can play soy sauce, but I don’t even have an object." Yun light self-pity for a while, turned his head and read the Confucian language, "Would you like it?" I will be wronged and I will be with my lucky teacher."
Mu Bai was laughing at the side, and the Confucian language calmly said: "I saw you chatting with the little meat in the group. I think you two are very good."
"Yes? Last time I asked Xiaojia to send me a photo, he wouldn't."
"I will help you next time."
Lan Ning: "..."
Wait, the little meat they said should not be blue sky?
... Ye Cheng, see who your idol is! Sell ​​you in seconds!
Nineteen hurriedly arrived before the anniversary. The company's CEO made some comments on the stage, and also praised several editors and authors. The ceremony entered the most important part and ate.
This time, the boss has set up many small programs with special thoughts, not only singing and dancing, but also the baking part of the famous "promoting editors and authors' feelings".
There is a baking corner in the venue. Everyone can go up and make a cake. Although the boss's intention is to let the author and the editor do it together, in the end, everyone is looking for a team of more familiar people.
Lan Ning was also eager to try. She didn't find someone to team up with herself. She went up alone. The Confucian language looked at the baking corner and followed it.
Lan Ning is wearing an apron. When she speaks Confucianism, she is surprised. "Teacher, do you want to do it?"
"Can't you?" The Confucian language also picked up an apron and tied it to himself.
Lan Ning looked at him and didn't talk anymore. There were some semi-finished products on the cooking table. They only needed to send the cream and then decorate the cake.
When Lan Ning whipped the cream, he began to use a spatula to smear the cake. The Confucian language took some fruits and cut them into different shapes, ready to be used as decorations.
The cloud that was eating underneath hit the elbow and hit the 19th: "Teacher, your cp ran with others."
Looking at the roasting corner of the 19th dynasty, I blinked and said, "Do you say that we are going to receive the wedding invitation from the group soon?"
".........No!" Clouds stunned and widened their eyes. Why did the men in the group take off one by one, and her lovely girl was still alone? This unscientific!
Mu Bai sighed: "The mental illness will improve after the group owner gets married."
Nineteen nods nodded: "At least don't make red packets in the group."
Lan Ning and Ruan Confucian at the baking corner are completely unaware that they have become talks of others and are still making cakes seriously. The Confucian language cut all the fruits and looked at the cakes of Laning.
Her cake was wiped by two-thirds, and some of them were pitted, and the Confucian language looked for a while, and couldn’t help but sigh: "It’s ugly."
Lan Ning: "..."
She stopped her work and looked up at him angrily: "You come!"
The Confucian language stared at her for a while, suddenly reaching out and scratching her mouth with her index finger: "How did you get the cream here?"
His movements were very light, like a feather smashed, and Ran Laning had some heart and soul.
She looked at the cream on his finger and coughed up: "Well, because it's too fragrant, I just couldn't help but taste it."
The Confucian language laughed, and the tip of the tongue gently rubbed on the cream of the finger and ate the cream.
Lan Ning: "........................"
He turned out to be! Eat the cream! ! have eaten! !
Lan Ning's face turned red in an instant, and the spatula in his hand didn't know how to take it. The Confucian language looked down at her slightly, and a little smile on her lips: "What's wrong with you? How is your face suddenly so red?"
Lan Ning: "..."
Teacher, tell me! Are you just a malicious sister? ! !