After tidying up the collar of the trench coat, her slender fingers brushed her carefully cut shoulder-length hair, putting on the old-fashioned flat glass, Mo Qingyu looked at herself in the mirror, walked out of the locker room with a smile, and walked through the first floor lobby of Penglai Yeyu Editorial Department. At the front desk, she coughed gently, awakening the big girl who was immersed in her personal terminal from her beautiful dream.

"Ah! Madam of the editor-in-chief!" The young man who had just joined the club quickly stood up and wanted to give respect to the editor-in-chief in front of him.

Mo Qingyu waved her hand and smiled at her: "Are you also paying attention to the new generation of radiation that has just been launched recently?"

"Yes, yes, after all, it is a national game that deduces events that have never happened in our civilization. I was not born when the previous generation was launched. This time, I am ready to buy it as soon as possible." When talking about the game she liked, the young man blurted out immediately, but soon, she was a little nervous. After all, she was doing private affairs during working hours. I heard that the editor-in-chief, the small Mrs. Mo, hated the most was the employees who were not focused on their work.

"Okay, I'm not such an unreasonable person. Let's see the rest when I get off work." After saying that, Mo Qingyu turned around and walked towards the automatic elevator.

“…Thank you, madam!”

The thanks from the young man coming from behind made Mo Qingyu smile. Sure enough, this period of sweet life like a dream changed his mood. He no longer had resentment and hatred, no longer had painful entanglements. He was surrounded by happiness and a young boyfriend who was younger than him. Mo Qingyu never felt like he was now. He felt that everything in this world was so cute, and even lazy employees became pleasing to the eyes.

In the past, I could not imagine such a person.

When he arrived at the second floor, the big man walking towards him made Mo Qingyu say hello: "Old Xiao, good morning."

"Madam, good morning." Old Xiao hugged Mo Qingyu with a lot of documents.

After walking far away, Lao Xiao greeted with confusion and surprise, "Madam, you... seem to be very happy?"

Mo Qingyu turned around and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of the elevator in the distance, with a surprised face and a smile on his face nodded: "Yes, there have been many good things recently."

"Is that... Madam, when you are happy, you look very beautiful." The middle-aged man smiled, and he lowered his head and said, "I'll leave first, Madam."

"Go and do it. I remember next week it will be the 30th anniversary of your marriage. I want to take annual leave, right? Write the report and I will sign it to you. Also, after get off work, I will go to the logistics department to prepare a gift for you." Mo Qingyu smiled and nodded: "Happy fun, Lao Xiao."

"Thank you! Madam!" Old Xiao stood on the elevator happily: "Goodbye, Madam."

Nodding, watching Lao Xiao disappear at the elevator leading to the first floor. Mo Qingyu came to the elevator and clicked on the editorial department leading to the fourth floor. The elevator rose from the underground parking lot and finally opened in front of her. There were three young men and a young woman standing on the elevator. The editorial work sign on the chest showed that they were newly hired.

Four newcomers who were talking and laughing noticed the new passengers coming in. They were first surprised, and then quickly lowered their heads: "Madam, good morning."

"Good morning, Luo An, Li Qiankun, Jack, and you, Hideko Kobayashi." Although he is a new employee, as the editor-in-chief, it is natural to recognize each of them. Notice the surprise on their faces and her, Mo Qingyu looked at them and asked, "What's wrong, do I have rice grains on my face?"

"No, I just feel that, Madam, you seem..." Li Qiankun was a little speechless, and Jack continued the topic: "Madam, you seem to be very happy."

"It seems that I have written happiness on my face." Mo Qingyu nodded with a smile: "I am very happy. Speaking of which, you also seem to be very happy. Is there anything good about it?"

"Yes, the four of us are at the same time. We received a notice from Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lin this morning. We have passed the internship period. From today on, we are all formal employees." Kobayashi said, and bowed vigorously: "Madam, please look forward to our performance."

"I have been looking forward to it. Penglai Yeyu relies on the efforts of generations of new editors. Work hard. I believe you will have a day to become editor-in-chief." After saying that, Mo Qingyu, who watched the elevator door open, took steps: "We started working, newcomers, let's go." She turned her head and looked at them and smiled with her.

After walking through the compartment and passing the security check, Mo Qingyu took the newcomers into the work area. At first glance, she saw a woman in OOL and triangular glasses standing there holding a coffee cup and scolding people.

"Sister Lin, what's wrong?" Mo Qingyu put her hands in her windbreaker's pocket, walked to the two young men who were being scolded, and looked at her deputy editor-in-chief and asked.

"The two hundred words manuscript, eleven typos, these two young people really want to anger me to death." After the woman finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes: "Jingyu, what's wrong? Look at your happy look."

"...Well, I'm very happy because I have a boyfriend." Mo Qingyu replied with a smile on his best friend.

A large number of heads immediately popped out in the work area compartment, and these employees who felt that there was something wrong with their ears were staring at the four people in the eyes of the storm.

The woman who was called Sister Lin was stunned at first, then smiled and shook her head: "This joke is not funny, whisper, you won't be lying to yourself, right?"

"No, I really have a boyfriend." Mo Qingyu, who walked to the editor-in-chief's office, waved her hand: "By the way, Zhang Zhengyi and Liu Xiangtie, you two guys copied the typos 150 times and handed it to Sister Lin before getting off work, otherwise I will deduct your salary."

"Yes madam!" Both young men were almost crying.

Sister Lin was silent until she watched Mo Qingyu disappear behind the gradually closed door, then turned her head and looked at the employees who looked here like a mole: "What are you looking at! Do you want to pay?"

Listening to the scolding outside the door, Mo Qingyu walked to his editor-in-chief's long table, jumped onto a soft chair, and looked at Sister Lin who was pushing the door, Mo Qingyu smiled: "What, don't you believe it?"

"If you don't believe it, how could you find your boyfriend first than me?" Sister Lin looked at Mo Qingyu with her hands on her hips: "I heard that you went on a blind date a few days ago, so why wouldn't you sell yourself out?"

"Really, my misfortune for more than 40 years has finally come to an end, one end, one end... I have a man before you." Mo Qingyu first turned off the transmission speakers between the editor-in-chief's room and the work area, and then said so.

"It's over, Uncle Mo would definitely cry to death if he knew you did this." Sister Lin covered her forehead with one hand: "Really, Xiao Qingyu, why are you so unwilling to take care of yourself?"

"Stop making trouble, my boyfriend is younger than me." Mo Qingyu leaned against the table, crossed her hands to cover her lower half of her face, and the flat mirror reflected light. She looked at Sister Lin who was anxious in front of her and smiled proudly.

"... Have you changed your career to write novels?" Sister Lin glared at Mo Qingyu.

"It's Marceau, the Marceau from the Su family, we rolled over the sheets." Mo Qingyu smiled and said, "You should believe it."

"How is it possible, how can those sisters of the Lin family be..." After a moment of silence, Sister Lin sighed: "Don't say it, if it were you, the sisters of the Lin family might have really accepted it... How could you be so lucky!"

"I won, Sister Lin, now you are the only young single female in the editorial department. As the editor-in-chief, but I want to ask about your private life, but you also know that starting a family and starting a business is very important..." Speaking of this, Mo Qingyu laughed: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you anymore, Sister Lin, you go to work."

"You girl is so annoying. As soon as you got single, you were thinking about bullying single dogs!" Sister Lin had a stern face, but the smile in her words could not be hidden: "...Congratulations, whisper."

"Thank you, Sister Lin, you will also find your love." Mo Qingyu said with encouragement.

"...You still don't understand me, okay, I'm going to work." Before opening the door, Sister Lin raised the coffee cup in her hand: "I wish you a child soon."

"Hey, I'm not married yet." Mo Qingyu corrected with a smile.

"Just pretend that I am already married." After saying that, Sister Lin, who pushed open the door, walked out of the editor-in-chief's room.

Mo Qingyu raised her eyebrows and finally started the day's work break and it was time to continue her career.

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Opening his eyes, Marceau looked at the room, and finally lowered his head and sniffed the quilt. Sister Mo's smell was still so fascinating to the cat. The fragrant young lady and the like are the best.

Put on his pajamas, put on his exoskeleton, and the disabled cat walked down the attic and came to the door of the Lin sisters' room. There was a bowl of dried fish and a letter on the coffee table.

The cat sat in front of the coffee table and picked up the letter paper, "We're going out to buy things, see you at noon."

He raised his eyebrows and picked up the dried fish. When he heard the noise coming from downstairs, the cat walked to the window and saw that the apron was filled with all kinds of traffic boats.

Walking downstairs and looking at the heroes lined up in front of the reception desk, the cat looked at the Yiyi Guard, who shrugged: "I heard that the final of the Mars Mahjong Grand Prix was held in your hotel, and there are 128 guys here."

"Oh, I understand." This cat knows that the Mars Mahjong Grand Prix is ​​held every four years, and it can be said to be a feast of the mahjong world. Countless mortals, monsters and demons fight for the final trophy.

"It's so strange. Why are there 128 people? I've calculated it here, and it seems that there will be a bye in the next round."

"No, because there are still some seed players going out to buy things." The cat said with a smile.

Yes, that's right, it's the girls in my own home.

These demons have already won the top eight for three consecutive years, and this year there are still many more, Panni, Babalim and Boonetani... Alas, I remember someone said that.
Chapter completed!