Chapter 1161

Fu Jiabei was looking at him with low eyes. For the first time, he found that the girl's face was so small.

His hands covered her whole face, revealing only a little crimson lips and a sharp little chin.

"What do you say? What do you think I'm going to do?"

Seeing the girl uneasy and shy, Fu Jiabei chuckled and deliberately lowered his body to tease her.

He Mingyue felt that the voice of the male god was dying. Her heart jumped with a bang. She thought, is the male god going to kiss her?

Only when kissing, she wants her to close her eyes. She can even feel his eyes falling on her lips. Shouldn't it be her own illusion?

In fact, if the male god wants to kiss himself, he should be very cooperative.

Where does he need to close her eyes in person

Thinking like this, Jiao Mingyue unconsciously tooted up the red lips.

Until

The soft and comfortable rubbing force comes from the eyes.

Ah?

The male god is just massaging her uncomfortable eyes?

Cai Mingyue suddenly understood, but at this time he heard Fu Jiabei's muffled laughter.

"Why are you pouting so high?"

He asked.

Zhan Mingyue roared, his cheeks flushed, and the whole person was almost ashamed to smoke.

She hurriedly wrapped her whole lip back, embarrassed and wanted to get into the quilt.

"Tut, are you practicing any lip acrobatics?"

The male god's ridicule continued, and he even chuckled directly.

Zeng Mingyue couldn't face Fu Jiabei completely. She shrunk her head and wanted to drill into the quilt, but Jiabei pressed her shoulder.

"Your eyes don't feel bad?"

Zeng Mingyue blushed, closed her eyes tightly and didn't look at him. Her eyelashes kept shaking.

Fu Jiabei raised her eyebrows and covered her eyes again to help her press the acupoints in her eyes.

"Thank you..."

For a moment, he released his hand and Zeng Mingyue opened his eyes. Sure enough, he felt that his eyes were much easier.

Her voice was like the thanks of mosquitoes and flies, and she still didn't dare to look at him.

There was some unspeakable ambiguity and tension in the atmosphere. At this time, Zeng Mingyue's mobile phone next to the pillow rang without warning, which suddenly broke the strange atmosphere in the ward.

Zeng Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief, but also inexplicably felt some loss.

She picked up her cell phone and saw that it was the editor in chief, so she quickly answered it.

Who knows, just connected, the voice of the editor in chief's anger and dissatisfaction came from the mobile phone.

"Zeng Mingyue! What's the matter with you? If you don't want to do it, say it as soon as possible!"

Zeng Mingyue blinked, took the mobile phone away, looked at Fu Jiabei awkwardly, and then answered the phone on his side.

"Editor in chief, what's wrong with me? Did I do something wrong?"

She felt very strange in her heart. The former editor's temper was very good. How can she become so grumpy now? Is it the sudden arrival of menopause?

"You also asked me! What's the matter with you? Let you write a press release. What did you give me? Ah?"

Zeng Mingyue was more confused. She whispered, "editor in chief, I just sent you three press releases. Haven't you received them?"

"Of course I did!"

Zeng Mingyue was silly immediately. Since he received it, why did he respond.

"What's the problem?" "what do you say? I asked you to write three useful press releases, not to deal with things casually and give me three pieces of garbage! The press releases you wrote can't be used at all! Zeng Mingyue, I tell you, you must write me three new and more rigorous press releases, the three you sent me

I've called you back all the rubbish. Revise and rewrite it immediately! Also, you must send it to me before 10 o'clock tonight! "

The editor in chief yelled. After yelling, he didn't even give Zeng Mingyue a chance to argue, so he hung up the phone directly.

Said she wrote rubbish?

How could this be possible? She read the information very carefully and wrote three press releases very carefully.

Zeng Mingyue doesn't believe that what he wrote is so ugly. Is it because his brain hurts and affects his play? Is it really that bad?

"What's going on?"

Seeing Zeng Mingyue holding his mobile phone in a daze, Fu Jiabei asked in a slightly deep voice. He heard something on the phone just now.

"I... the editor in chief said that the press release I wrote couldn't be used. Let me revise it. I'll see it again..."

Zeng Mingyue sat up and leaned to get his laptop.

Because she was scolded by the leader in front of the male god, her cheeks were slightly red and she was very embarrassed.

The male God doesn't think she is a big fool who can't do anything well and even does her professional work in a mess.

"Show me."

Fu Jiabei went to the bed again. He stretched out his hand to Zeng Mingyue.

Zeng Mingyue held the computer and looked slightly confused, "what are you looking at?"

"Your press release!"

Zeng Mingyue digged the edge of his laptop and was embarrassed to show Fu Jiabei. What if he really wrote badly.

"Well... I'll just modify it myself..."

"Give it to me!"

Fu Jiabei accentuated his tone. Every time he used the tone of command, the strong atmosphere made people have no courage to refuse to resist.

Zeng Mingyue silently handed over the laptop and bited his lip, "the manuscripts are on the desktop."

Fu Jiabei took over the computer, opened it and put it on his knee. His slender and good-looking fingers gently moved and clicked on the touch screen.

His eyes focused on the document and his eyes moved quickly.

Zeng Mingyue grabbed the quilt's bedspread nervously, "is it really bad?"

She didn't think it was bad. She was even confident in her professional things, but the editor in chief just scolded her bloody and worthless. Zeng Mingyue worried that she had a headache and really affected her thinking.

"Lie down."

Fu Jiabei didn't read the nervous Zeng Mingyue. He quickly browsed her press release and said in a deep voice.

Zeng Mingyue had to lie back and look at him eagerly, not letting go of any expression on the male god's face.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no disdain in his face and eyes.

For a moment, Fu Jiabei raised his head and looked at Zeng Mingyue.

Zeng Mingyue couldn't wait to ask, "the editor in chief said I couldn't write at all. Is it really that bad?"

"Who is your chief editor? How do you usually do?" Fu Jiabei did not answer the question.

Zeng Mingyue was stunned. "Editor in chief? Editor in chief's name is Wang Changping. He is a very gentle middle-aged man. He usually takes care of me. What's the matter?"

"Take care of you?" Fu Jiabei raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Zeng Mingyue was still looking silly and confused, he opened his mouth and said, "I've seen your press release. The views are slightly thin and old, the language is slightly cumbersome, not concise and sharp enough..."