Chapter 915: Do you believe me

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Moson took the laptop and looked at everything she had just browsed.
When he saw the remarks that scolded her, Moson's face sank.
Song Xi was lying on the sofa, the whole person was stunned, and looked very bad.
Moson closed the computer and set it aside, sighing with a low hatred of iron and steel.
"Is this defeated?"
Song Xi opened his eyes lazily and looked at him, and opened his mouth: "No."
She didn't plagiarize, nor was it the kind of glass-hearted person, how could she be defeated so easily.
Those uncivilized remarks did not affect her.
She was just thinking about what happened to her and Chun Xia Wen.
This is the case, it must be the one who posted late and the word count was not plagiarized.
But Song Xi knew very well that she did not copy.
Even the plot she will write next is similar to the content that has been updated in spring and summer, which makes her very confused.
"Then why aren't you so energetic?" Mosen hooked her lips lightly, rubbing her hair on her forehead.
Song Xi Nunu mouth: "I just feel that I'm a little sorry for my editor."
"Huh?" Mosson frowned, a little puzzled.
"My editor has been very good to me recently, and gave me a lot of recommendations, and also asked me to fill out a recommendation form for film and television adaptations. As a result, she will be disappointed when this kind of thing happens.
Song Xi said, suddenly raising his head, staring directly at Mo Sen's face: "If you said that my editor knew this, would I also think I was plagiarizing?"
"will not."
Morson spit out two words firmly.
"How can you be so sure?" Song Xi expressed curiosity.
The smile on the corner of Moson's mouth deepened a bit: "Because your editor must know that you are a stupid person and not smart enough to know to copy and take shortcuts.
Song Xi: "..."
Is this a comfort? Somehow felt hurt.
"What about you? Do you believe me? Do you think I'm copying?"
"I believe in you," Mosen fixed her eyes, "if there is anything in this world that I should believe, it's you."
Song Xi's heart could not help but throb.
The warmth of my heart swept across, so it felt good to be trusted with all my heart.
Before Song Xi was touched, Mo Sen plugged a pair of chopsticks in her hand.
"There is nothing good about this kind of thing. You eat first, and then you find the editor."
Song Xi pouted his lips silently. Couldn't Mosen let her be touched for a while, as if he would just stare at her for dinner.
What a boring man.
Although he was so spit out in his heart, Song Xi obediently began to eat.
Mosen accompanied her to eat a little, and waited until Song Xi finished breakfast.
He packed the small coffee table and went to wash the dishes.
That posture has a kind of immediate sense of a good wife and mother.
After so many days of recuperation, the wound on Moson's arm was almost better.
It's just that we can't do some gravity work, such as washing dishes and cooking.
Song Xi also thought about going to his editor Huahua to talk about plagiarism.
However, she plans to improve the website backend. As soon as she entered the background, she found that she had received a short stop.
Take a look, it's about this plagiarism.
This time the plagiarism was a bit big, and many readers reported her plagiarism.
The website is currently holding her back for a while and waiting for the palette to come out.