Save the tragic villain in progress!

When Xiao Jinang arrived at the company in the morning, he saw a pile of manuscripts piled up at the door. Editor Lin was wearing glasses and checking the addresses with the courier one by one, preparing to return these things to the original place.

Editor Lin was old and dim-sighted, and there were so many manuscripts, it was inevitable that he would be confused. He had just handed over a document bag, but he realized something, and immediately pulled it back: "Oh, that's not right, the address of this manuscript is wrong, Confused with the one just now."

The courier brother has been tortured by him and loses his temper. He squatted on the ground and fanned the wind with his hat: "Uncle, can you check the address, I got three wrong just now, I have to go to another place later As for the pick-up, if you are late, you will be fined.”

Editor-in-Chief Lin took a good look at it, and when he heard this, he couldn't hold back his face, and said with an unhappy face: "What are you in a hurry for? I'm checking, why are you so impatient at such a young age?"

The courier boy broke down and scratched his hair: "It will be dark after you check!"

Lin Bian was about to say something when he heard the words, and glanced casually out of the corner of his eye, but suddenly found Xiao Jinang standing outside with his head poking his head, and immediately blew his beard and stared and said, "Xiao Jinang? What are you doing here?!"

He is small-minded, holds grudges, and still remembers the reason why Xiao Jinang didn't come to work yesterday and hung up on his phone.

But Xiao Jinang didn't hold any grudges. Hearing this, a fluffy head poked out from the door with bright eyes: "Boss, let me see if you need help."

Editor-in-Chief Lin didn't give him a good face: "No need, just stay where you are cool!"

Without Xiao Jinang's rat shit, wouldn't he still be able to make rice porridge? !Editor-in-Chief Lin felt his stomach blaze when he looked at him more than once, so he continued to hand over the documents with the courier boy while holding his glasses, only to find that the courier guy looked absent-minded, and couldn't help but look aside from the corner of his eye.

Editor-in-Chief Lin barely suppressed his temper, frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The courier boy quickly looked away and shook his head: "Nothing, nothing."

Editor-in-Chief Lin noticed something was wrong, and looked aside suspiciously, only to see Xiao Jinang running in from outside at some point, sitting under the air conditioner in the office, shaking his head, looking very uncomfortable.

"Snapped!"

Seeing this, Editor-in-Chief Lin threw the document on the table, with a loud voice, rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "Xiao Jinang! You want to piss me off, don't you?!"

Sitting under the air conditioner, Xiao Jinang saw that Lin Bian was angry, raised his head and said cautiously: "Boss, I just want to see what you can do to help."

He always has that kind of ability to soften the heart, looking at Lin Bian eagerly, no one can bear to scold him.Lin Bian choked in his throat when he saw this, he couldn't get up or down, his face turned blue.

The courier boy fanned the wind frequently with his hat, and smoothed things over: "Uncle, so you have employees, so let your employees help you, why make yourself so exhausted."

Lin Bian glared at him: "You know a fart."

After finishing speaking, he snorted heavily, turned around and went straight back to the private office, and closed the door with his backhand, making a loud bang.

The courier boy thought to himself that the old man has reached menopause, why is it so difficult to serve him, and turned his head to look at Xiao Jinang: "Your boss is not doing it anymore, you can do it, hurry up, I have something to do this afternoon."

And Xiao Jinang finally came to his senses, and immediately got up to help check the manuscript.He was obviously much faster than Editor Lin, but he couldn't cope with the heavy workload, and it was almost finished at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The courier brother finally left this dire situation with a large box of document bags in his arms.Xiao Jinang saw that he didn't need any help, so he was ready to leave. After all, he had already been fired yesterday, but just as he opened the door, there was a heavy coughing sound behind him, which made him withdraw his hand immediately in fright.

Lin Bian opened the door at some point, glared at Xiao Jinang angrily and said, "How many hours are there before the end of get off work, where are you going to go?"

Xiao Jinang's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Boss, can I continue to work? Are you not dismissing me?"

Lin Bian wondered what was wrong with him in the first place, so that he incurred such a two hundred and five: "Let me tell you, this kind of thing is not an exception, next time you miss work without reason, you will directly deduct half a month's salary."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the coat that was hanging on the chair, and was about to go out for lunch. Before leaving, he only said a word: "I have something to do, so you stay here carefully, and remember to lock the door when you get off work."

Xiao Jin'ang's work efficiency was too high, and he almost finished today's work, so that after Editor Lin left, he could only sit in front of the computer in a daze for the remaining hours.Just when he was thinking about whether to clean up and find something to do, he only heard the group chat prompt assistant suddenly dinged, indicating that someone was online.

【Ding!Sang Feiwan is online! 】

【Ding!Sang Feiwan has already gone offline. 】

Maybe it was because of the bad signal in the cultivation world. Sang Feiwan, who wrote Xiaohuangwen, was the last one to go online, but for some reason, he went offline again in less than two seconds, because the speed was so fast that there was no one in the group. No one found out.

But Xiao Jinang was the group leader, so he discovered that the background records showed that Sang Feiwan hadn't gone offline at all, and the other party was just invisible.

Xiao Jinang scratched his head in doubt, and poked Sang Feiwan privately: [Dear host ~ are you online? 】

It didn't take long for Sang Feiwan to write back: [Well, I'm here. 】

Xiao Jinang was even more puzzled, and took advantage of working hours to sneak fish and chat with Sang Feiwan: [Then why do you want to be invisible? 】

Sang Feiwan pursed her lips slightly, and said with the attitude of someone who has experienced it: [You don't understand, when you are invisible, you can not only avoid many useless quarrels, but also facilitate the collection of information. 】

After he finished speaking, he sighed slightly, as if a little sad: [But I didn't expect Teacher Jiang to be so hostile to me. I didn't have time to do anything, so he reported me for writing small pornographic articles, and people kicked me out of the group, you How dare I go online? 】

Jiang Weimian dislikes Sang Feiwan as always.

Sang Feiwan has also enjoyed tea for ten years.

Xiao Jinang comforted him: [It's okay, you are all good friends of Little King Kong, Little King Kong won't kick you out of the group. 】

Sang Feiwan didn't seem to believe it: [Really? 】

Xiao Jinang nodded again and again: 【Really! 】

Only then did Sang Feiwan smile, persuasively: [Little King Kong, I really saw you right, we are best friends, right? 】

However, Xiao Jinang served a bowl of water very flatly: 【You are all the best friends of Little King Kong~】

This made Sang Fei choke for a moment when he spoke late. He thought he was so stupid, why should he be serious with a diamond: [How is your task done? 】

Xiao Jinang took a look at the degree of blackening after hearing the words, and found that it seemed to have dropped a little in the morning: [43% left]

Sang Feiwan took advantage of the fact that his partner was practicing in seclusion and had nothing to do, so he started to mislead his disciple: 【Your speed is too slow, should I teach you how to slow down? 】

Xiao Jinang was just innocent, and he was not ignorant of numbers. Hearing this, he hesitated and said: [But your speed seems to be slower than mine? 】

Sang Feiwan was not embarrassed at all: [That's because I want to reduce the blackness of the two personalities at the same time, otherwise I will definitely be faster than you. 】

The degree of blackening must be as low as possible. Xiao Jinang thought for a moment after hearing this, and finally decided to humbly ask for advice: [Then can you teach me? 】

Sang Feiwan: [The degree of blackness represents hate, and what is the antonym of hate? 】

Xiao Jinang tentatively said: [Love? 】

Although Sang Feiwan has turned his prodigal son back and no longer plays with emotions, he still has great interest in teaching others about emotional problems from a distance: [You guessed it, it is love, if you want to successfully reduce the villain's blackness , then you must let him fall in love with you. 】

This sentence sounds malicious, but I have to say that it really makes sense.Sang Feiwan is the only host who has mastered the game thoroughly.He waited for the little diamond and asked himself with a blank face how to make the villain fall in love with him, but after waiting for a long time, he only waited for a sentence——

【Did you name a doctor?But Doctor Ming is already with me~]

After Xiao Jinang finished speaking, he lay down on the table, his exposed ears quietly turned pink, thinking that Dr. Ming must like him very much, otherwise he would definitely not be with him.

Sang Feiwan's smile froze when he heard the words, almost suspecting that he heard it wrong: 【What did you say? 】

Xiao Jinang repeated again: [Doctor Ming is already with me, he is my partner now. 】

When Sang Feiwan heard the words, he suddenly felt that the world was a bit unreal. How could such a foolish diamond like Little King Kong have a day to get out of the order?And so fast?

Sang Feiwan was incredible: [Are you sure? ! 】

Xiao Jinang: [OK. 】

Sang Feiwan: […]

It took Sang Feiwan a minute to accept this fact with difficulty, but fortunately, his mental quality was strong, he barely calmed down, and asked tentatively: [Then you didn't do anything after you were together? 】

If it was changed to before, Xiao Jinang would definitely not understand what he was asking, but now, he suddenly understood like an old driver: 【Are you referring to sex? 】

Sang Feiwan raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that Xiao Jinang actually understood this easy-to-understand word, it seems that the other party's vocabulary is unexpectedly rich, smiled slightly, and said in a bewitching tone: [Yes, that's right, it's sex. 】

This little diamond is not foolish, he must know a little about that kind of thing, maybe he will be shy even holding hands now, and he still has to teach him.

However, Xiao Jinang's next words shattered his three views again: 【Get out. 】

Xiao Jinang said in a low voice with some embarrassment: [But I didn't understand it the first time, it was all taught by Doctor Ming. 】

He probably also knew that his technique was not very good, otherwise Dr. Ming would not have kept making him stop that night with an expression of enduring pain, and even cried softly on his shoulder until his voice became hoarse.

Xiao Jinang felt that he really needed to ask Sang Feiwan about this issue, and asked tentatively: 【Can you teach me a little bit about this aspect? 】

Sang Feiwan is as quiet as a chicken: […]

Xiao Jinang poked him in doubt: 【Are you still online? 】

Sang Feiwan finally came back from the sluggishness, and replied with a complicated mood: [... I am here. 】

Xiao Jinang is very sensitive to human emotions: [Is there something unhappy about you? 】

Sang Feiwan wiped his face, readjusted his mood and smiled: 【I'm fine, nothing happened.You don't know much about that, do you?It's okay, I'll teach you. 】

Sang Feiwan, as a former little pornographic writer, knows a lot about love and love, seven or eight points must be there.He taught Xiao Jinang all afternoon of unspeakable knowledge, including pre-preparation, post-processing, and how to make his partner feel comfortable when doing such things, as well as several difficult poses that can be unlocked. In the final summary, by the way I recommend my previous works.

Sang Feiwan: [If you still don't understand, you can read my previous novels, "xxx", "xxx", and "xxx", which are very detailed. 】

Xiao Jinang tried to search the Internet, but found that it didn't work: [The books you mentioned seem to be locked. 】

Sang Feiwan: [All locked? 】

Xiao Jin'ang reconfirmed, then nodded: [Well, it's all locked. 】

Sang Feiwan let out a breath slowly, and said with difficulty: 【It's locked...then lock it. If you don't understand in the future, you can ask me online. 】

After he finished speaking, he didn't know if he was too frustrated, so he went offline directly.

Seeing this, Xiao Jinang scratched his head, thinking that Sang Feiwan's signal was not good, and didn't think much about it.He checked the time on his mobile phone, only to find that it was almost time to get off work, so he got up and turned off the power to lock the door, ready to pick up get off work tomorrow.

Tomorrow received three visitors today, and he didn't take much rest all day long. It wasn't until the adjusted alarm clock beeped twice that he realized that it was time to get off work.

He groped to sort the documents on the table, then got up from the chair, and was about to leave work, but when he was about to leave, he remembered something, stopped in his footsteps, and turned back to the window again——

Ming Zhou suddenly remembered that there was a pot of worm-infested flowers on the window sill. If they were not thrown away, they would probably rot and stink.

He reached out and groped on the window sill, and after a while he touched a cold flowerpot.Out of the instinct of a blind person, Ming Zhou habitually felt the shape of the leaves with his fingertips, but it did not appear dry and wrinkled as imagined, on the contrary, it was smooth and full of vitality.

"..."

Mingri paused slightly, as if to confirm something, he groped carefully with his fingertips again, this time he didn't feel the leaves, but a few tiny flower buds, the size of soybeans, although they hadn't had time to open yet , but still can smell a faint fragrance.

So Ming Zhou finally knew that the potted flower he raised was Jasmine...

A pot of flowers that were supposed to die, but came back to life...

The assistants in the consulting room will come to help turn off the lights every time they get off work.She thought she had already left work tomorrow, but just as she opened the door, she saw the other party standing alone by the window, lost in thought.

The sun has already set, and through a transparent glass window, there is a large piece of gorgeous sunset outside, which is so beautiful that it is shocking.The tips of Ming Zhou's nose and hair, and even the top of his white shirt were coated with a layer of light orange. He stood motionless by the window, maintaining a posture of drooping eyes, as if he was looking at something, pointing at something. Below the tip is a pot of flowers with stretched branches and leaves, and the green leaves are like green.

The assistant tentatively said, "Teacher Ming?"

Mingri came back to his senses, because of the light, his face was a little unreal: "Did you change this potted flower?"

The assistant glanced at the words, and then realized what he was talking about: "No, I was on vacation yesterday and didn't come to work. Is there something wrong with the flowers?"

Ming Zhou shook his head and withdrew his hand: "It's nothing."

He paused, and added: "Thank you, usually help me water it a little, I can't see, I'm afraid I'll water too much."

The assistant naturally agreed, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ming, this potted flower has grown much better than before. Maybe it will bloom in two days."

【Ding!Please pay attention to the host, the villain's blackness has been reduced to 39%, please continue to work hard~]

Xiao Jinang was rushing to tomorrow's work place, when he heard the notification sound from the system, he couldn't help being startled for a moment.He subconsciously looked in the direction of the psychological counseling room, but in the distance, he saw that it was getting late, the sea of ​​people was like a tide, and the neon lights on the street were lit up one after another, as bright as day.