Chapter 854: Meatballs, you probably lack a pot of hot oil

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Dare to scold the editor, this ball is definitely the first person.
It's not so dare to be bold.
Mo Sen narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and sent a few words in the past.
On Song Xi's side, she couldn't wait to chop off her own hand. How could she be so stupid? She obviously sent it to her cousin and sent it to the editor.
This can not blame her, who made her closest contact, cousin and editor are close to each other.
When she reacted, she could not withdraw.
Song Xi said she wanted to cry. Last time I made a series of anger vents. In the past, there was a lot of editor Huahua who didn't care about her. Okay, this time she went straight.
Moreover, after having a recommendation position, there is such a stubble. The proper blacklist does not explain it. I am afraid that it will be calm.
I wonder if she explains it now, is it still useful?
Just when she was so upset, her computer vibrated.
You don't have to look at it, she also knows that it's a flowery message, and no one can do it like this.
When she was thinking about whether she was going to die, the computer vibrated again.
Song Xi swallowed and shook his hands to open the conversation box.
"Ok?"
"Meatballs? You probably lack a pot of hot oil."
Song Xi: "..."
This joke is not funny at all.
Lack of hot oil? Is this going to fry her?
So scary, Huahua editor was really angry.
"That, Master Huahua, listen to me and explain that things are not like what you see. This is a misunderstanding."
Mosen laid his back on a chair casually, and the dim light of the computer screen was on his face, making his face, which was different from ordinary people more charming and soft, more mysterious.
Seeing the response from the meatball, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, misunderstanding?
Do the math, this is the second time.
Is this little writer going to heaven?
"Explanation."
Sending two words indifferently, Song Xi looked at it, and started typing.
Silver eyes glanced at the word "explanation" that he sent in the past, and Mosen suddenly found that he seemed extremely patient with this daring meatball.
Even chatting with her will feel more fun than chatting with Song Xi, and make herself a little happier.
Why is that?
He clearly likes Song Xi. He feels very clear in his heart.
Is it because it is separated from the Internet, so it feels different from reality?
At this point, Mosen was puzzled, and he pulled his collar anxiously.
Song Xi shook her hand and sent a long explanation.
"Huahua is big, this is really a misunderstanding. I'm not trying to scold you because you and my cousin's names are next to each other in the nearest contact, so I was dazzled and sloppy, and I sent it wrong. "
"Huahua is big. Is this clear enough to explain?"
Mosen glanced over, but felt that her explanation was okay.
"You've been very active lately, have you coded it?"
Such little writers have time to jump, it is better to be more practical than multi-code braille.
Song Xi is a little dizzy. If he doesn't agree with each other, he will be coded, so is this true or not?
"Oh, I'll go code."
Song Xi feels that it's enough to finish the words, don't ask any extra words, and hurry up talent is king.
Actually, she has already finished coding 10,000 today, as long as she saves 4,000 drafts.
For her well-behaved, Moson expressed satisfaction.
As soon as I was ready to go offline, I saw that the meatballs had a new signature.
"It's also called Song Xi. Why is the difference so big?"