In the evening, the hospital equipped a nursing bed for Qiao An.
The bed with Huo Xiaoran is separated by a curtain.
Qiao An curled up on the bed and took out her mobile phone to start today's coding task.
The coding speed of mobile phone will be slightly slower, but in the absence of a laptop, Qiao An can only complete the day's manuscript through this method.
The capacitive pen taps the phone screen and makes frequent empty sounds.
Huo Xiaoran looked at the orchid light outside the curtain and the non-stop empty sound. He couldn't help shouting: "Chen Sisi, can you stop?"
Then, he roughly opened the curtain.
Qiao An looked at him blankly and muttered: "President, did I disturb your sleep?"
"What are you doing?" Huo Xiaoran's eyes fell on the screen of her mobile phone. She could vaguely see the dense fonts, and Huo Xiaoran stared in surprise.
"Are you writing a short composition?"
Qiao An didn't intend to hide it anymore. She confessed: "President, actually I still have a job. I am a contracted writer for Haiyue. I have to deliver 6,000 words every day."
When it comes to Haiyue Group, Huo Xiaoran is very familiar with it. After all, he is the president of Haiyue Group.
As far as he knows, although online writers have signed a contract with the group, the group does not have much binding force on the author. How many manuscripts the author submits every day and whether he wants to stop updating depends on the author's own mood.
Of course, those supreme masters will be special, because their online articles are hot-selling items and their income is very high, so the website will give them high guarantee fees, but the masters must make a commitment to deliver their articles every day.
There are only a handful of supreme gods in Haiyue Group.
Huo Xiaoran never thought that Chen Sisi in front of her was a great writer who was supported by Haiyue Group. She could bring hundreds of millions of revenue to Haiyue every year.
He despised Qiao An's part-time job. After all, 999 Internet writers out of 1,000 would fall for the street. Huo Xiaoran said domineeringly: "Chen Sisi, the noise of your typing seriously disturbs my rest. Please stop updating for a day."<
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Qiao An stared at him, wondering where he had the confidence to let her end the career she was proud of.
"President, I need this part-time job to support my family." Qiao An said cautiously.
"Where are the rest of your family?"
"They don't have the ability to work." Qiao An said, thinking of his elderly father and three young children.
Huo Xiaoran looked at the fragile Qiao An, and suddenly remembered that when Lu Mo tore her apart during the day, she had no power to fight back, just like a helpless little white rabbit.
It’s hard to believe that such a weak girl works two jobs at the same time just to support her family.
Huo Xiaoran said with emotion: "I will compensate you for how much money you can make from a book. From now on, when you work here, you will be my assistant and you are not allowed to find part-time jobs anymore."
Qiao An flat mouth.
As an assistant, she can earn up to 20,000 yuan a month.
But her Wenwen can bring her seven figures of income every month.
"President, do you really want to pay me my royalties?" There was a shrewd light in her eyes.
Huo Xiaoran looked at the calculating look in her eyes.
"Yeah."
Qiao An jumped up from the bed, took out paper and pen, and wrote a letter of commitment. The specific content was an agreement that Huo Xiaoran ordered her to stop writing articles and was willing to pay her three times the royalties.
Then Qiao An walked up to Huo Xiaoran with the commitment letter and asked him to sign and seal it.
"President. You are just talking nonsense."
Huo Xiaoran looked at her steadily, always feeling that she had set a huge trap for him.
But money is something external to the body. He made so much money, but he had no place to spend it.
Huo Xiaoran picked up the pen and wrote her name in a flash. Then she pressed her fingerprint.
Qiao An carefully folded the agreement and hid it in his bag.
Xiao Yingying said to Huo Xiaoran: "President, I will transfer my royalties to you later, and you can pay me according to the running amount."
Huo Xiaoran said: "Yeah."
Qiao An sent a text message to Qiao He and explained the details of taking care of his three children. Then she turned off her phone. It was rare for her to sleep early, so she immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"You don't want to remove your makeup?" Huo Xiaoran asked quietly.
Qiao An opened her eyes suddenly, and now she somewhat understood the reason why Huo Xiaoran forced her to stay in the hospital tonight for no reason.
This guy is really as scheming as a wolf, trying to trick her all the time.
"I'm so sleepy." Qiao An grumbled, "I won't take off my makeup tonight."
Huo Xiaoran looked at her as if she were a national treasure. He couldn't understand the behavior of a woman shaving several layers of putty on her face that would clog her pores, and then sleeping with it on.
"Chen Sisi, can you be a little more clean?"
"Yes." Qiao An responded perfunctorily, but didn't take any action.
Then, soon came the sound of Qiao An snoring one after another.
Huo Xiaoran was so shaken by her thunderous snoring that she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
He looked at Qiao An, who was sleeping as peacefully as a baby, and wondered how such a delicate girl could snore so horribly.
"Chen Sisi, have you checked your respiratory muscles and respiratory center? If you are sick, go for treatment, otherwise which man would dare to want you?"
Qiao An ignored him.
After a while, Qiao An's snoring became weaker and weaker, and in the end it was better than nothing.
Huo Xiaoran suddenly realized, so she deliberately made such a terrible snoring sound? There would be no snoring at all after she fell asleep? Even the sound of breathing was so weak.
He was so angry that he sat up and kicked her in the face.
Qiao An was too sleepy, so she continued to fall asleep while holding his feet. She also patted his feet gently with one hand, as if she was holding a baby.
Huo Xiaoran was so cute by her cute movements. He pulled back his feet and quietly admired her sleeping face.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly turned over and rolled from the cramped escort bed to the ground.
Huo Xiaoran covered her eyes and didn't dare to look. Unexpectedly, after she let out a muffled groan, she lay on the ground and slept even more soundly.
Huo Xiaoran suddenly remembered Qiao An when she was a child. She had told him that she was not a good sleeper. She would often roll from bed to the floor. Then she would sleep on the floor all night, and she would always catch a cold when she woke up the next day.
Huo Xiaoran was a little confused, should he carry her to the bed?
But she was vaguely looking forward to something in her heart, as if she wanted to prove whether she would catch a cold tomorrow morning?
Just when Huo Xiaoran was hesitating, Lu Mo suddenly pushed the door open and entered.
Lu Mo screamed when he saw Qiao An on the ground, wrapped in a quilt, with seaweed-like black hair exposed and a cute face.
"Chen Sisi, can you look like you're sleeping?"
Qiao An was so frightened by her scream that she sat up.
Realizing that she had fallen off the bed again, Qiao An embarrassedly concealed it: "This nursing bed is too narrow. I wouldn't fall off at home."
Her words sounded to Huo Xiaoran's ears like there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place.
