Crematorium for all members: The real daughter went crazy after being reborn

Chapter 103 Competing Relationships
The editor-in-chief is really merciless: "It's because of your countless previous convictions that I don't trust you so much!"

"You delayed delivery for three days last time! Last time, it took five days! Last time, it took more than a week! More and more..."

Before the editor-in-chief finished speaking, Fu Xingxing immediately swore: "Master editor-in-chief, don't worry, I will do what I say this time!"

"Well--I'm drawing right now! Are you going to keep talking? If I don't have time to hand in the manuscript, then don't blame me!"

Sure enough, this tactic proved to be successful, and the attitude of the editor-in-chief on the other end of the phone immediately became confused. She gave a succinct warning: "I must see the drawing before 12 o'clock today, otherwise you should come and see me!"

"Okay!" Fu Xingxing hung up the phone very humblely at this moment.

Turning her head, she found a pair of eyes staring straight at her. The black figure was very close to her, scaring Fu Xingxing out of his body.

"Ah—" she exclaimed, and when she took a closer look, it turned out to be the fifth brother Fu Zichen.

At this time, Fu Zichen obviously heard the phone call between Fu Xingxing and the editor-in-chief just now, and he asked suspiciously: "Deliver the manuscript!? Editor-in-chief!? What are you doing, Fu Xingxing?"

As a person who just barely graduated from high school, what else can she create?
Fortunately, the person who came was Fu Zichen, a not-so-intelligent person, so Fu Xingxing naturally dealt with it with a few hahaha.

"You heard me wrong, Fifth Brother, what manuscript should I hand in? That—my friend is usually nicknamed the editor-in-chief because he is quite wordy! You are overthinking!"

Sure enough, Fu Zichen believed it immediately, and glanced at Fu Xingxing: "It's okay, don't dawdle in front of my eyes, I'm upset!"

"Fifth brother, how is your health? Do you still have diarrhea?"

Fu Xingxing really didn't open which pot to lift. Fu Zichen was touched, and his mood fell to the bottom again: "I'm fine, but I—— suffered a heavy loss!"

Fu Zichen almost cried while speaking.

He had a full schedule for the next week, advertising endorsements, magazine shoots, variety shows...

In the end, all these activities were ruined just because he fell ill!

Fu Zichen was worried that there was no one to complain, so he pulled Fu Xingxing, snotted and cried, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Fu Xingxing, do you know? What is the most annoying thing about me?"

Fu Xingxing was in a hurry to go back to catch up on the manuscript, but she was helpless when she was dragged away.

Fu Zichen asked himself and answered: "All my work fell to that stinky boy Jin Yuanze! Hmph - no one can cheap him? He is my enemy! We are competing products... "

Because of Fu Zichen's strong desire to confide, Fu Xingxing was dragged into talking for 10 minutes, but fortunately she escaped later.

When he sat back in front of the computer again, Fu Xingxing looked at the time: "Emma! It's already past 10:30!"

"It's all the fault of that idiot Fu Zichen!" Fu Xingxing muttered, comforting himself, "There is still an hour and a half, it should be in time!"

After moving his fingers a little and stretching his waist a few times, after the movement was completed, Fu Xingxing immediately picked up the paintbrush.

Sure enough, in the dead of night, it is the time when Wensi springs up. Fu Xingxing’s inspiration bursts out, and the brush in her hand keeps painting: a small clue is buried here for later reasoning; here should be a cold joke to enliven the atmosphere ...

(End of this chapter)