Section 1

"It's quite sunny, come to my house tonight." How is it that this person can make such a simple sentence sound so alluring and ambiguous

Hmm. "Duoqing scratched his head, and said, 'Has he returned? To be honest, I am not sure.'"

No, Lin Jia, that bastard will ruin me

After all, he is just a person; even if he is tall and strong, he did not come running out of the primeval forest, and he will not bite her or hit her. Given his temperament, he should have mostly forgotten her by now. How did he describe her? Right, a stain. Four years ago, he told her, you are the greatest stain in my life

Bai Shu sent a message on MSN: A congratulatory letter from Bai Shu, the signed artist of the Haitang Animation Club, wishing the beloved Xiao Lang a happy rekindling of old feelings

Sweet potato, I no longer have any relationship with him, so please don't be so overly sensitive. You know, I have a flaw of being forgetful. If there were any old feelings, they might be rekindled. But without any feelings, how can there be a rekindling? If you are so concerned about these matters, it would be better to hurry up and finish your draft. If you draw a high-profile male supporting character in a nonsensical way like last time, I will blacklist you!

Over there, they were talking to themselves, while Duo Qing had already been left in a daze here

Fu Yunqing seemed to smile yet not smile: "What does that have to do with me?"

By the time I returned home that night, it was already 1:00 AM. I tossed and turned restlessly that night, unable to sleep.

He turned his head and saw her looking at him with a calm and upright gaze

"Let others keep an eye on the situation. There is a gathering at my house tonight, and it is truly thanks to your ex-boyfriend, Fu Yunqing, that my home will once again be in chaos with that group of people." Lin Jia said, raising an eyebrow with a smile that was not quite a smile. "Duoqing, you wouldn't be too afraid to come, would you?"

Not long after, the phone rang. She glanced at it, and this time it was a congratulatory message personally sent by the sweet potato side. She answered the call, and before the guy on the other end could start pretending to cry, she humorously scolded, "Sweet Potato, may I ask if your surname is San and your given name is Ba?"

That person has returned, their feet standing on the same piece of land, looking up to see the same moon outside the window. Can she truly pretend not to see it?

Wipe away the stains and move forward cleanly; he was never a tolerant or forgiving lover.

However, when she saw him in the row of villas halfway up the hill in Linjiacheng, it was still somewhat shocking for her. The man held a goblet, the deep red liquid swaying within it, as he exchanged toasts with others. The corners of his eyes slightly drooped, accompanied by a seemingly very good-natured smile. He was just as before, both handsome and charming, with the glasses on his face serving as a perfect disguise, adding an extra touch of elegance and approachability.

Alright, you have been scolding for a month now, and the person is considering how to bring him back to life

If that were not the case, the sweet potato, which never grows up, has its ultimate tricks: crying, making a fuss, and threatening to hang itself. If it were a woman, she would definitely be a rogue, while pretending to be pitiful on the other end: "Little wolf darling, how can you say such things about me? If it weren't for my keen sense of news, I wouldn't even know that your old flame has returned. Why didn't you tell me? Are you trying to completely sever ties with me in your life?"

There is nothing to be afraid of

Ah? The sweet potato was choked for a moment, he is indeed very gossipy

After speaking, he picked up his wine glass and went to the garden, where a barbecue was being set up outside. Indeed, what does that have to do with him? It is already a stain that has been wiped away; does he really want to go back and cover himself in mud again?

The stain idly watched television in the house for a while, while the sweet potato arrived quite late because he got lost while driving. Only when he saw the stain did he rush over, wrap his arms around his neck, and give him a couple of kisses. Then the two of them took a pile of grilled meat and entered Lin Jia's audiovisual room to watch "Prince of Tennis"

Of course, it merely seems that way. His comics are serialized in every issue of the magazine, and physical books are published one after another. A whole shelf in her home is filled with his books. Although he is gone, he remains omnipresent, and forgetting is not so simple.

After talking for a long time, Sweet Potato noticed there was no response from the other end of the phone, so she stopped and called out: "Hello! Baby, are you still there?"

It's been a few days, how have you been lately?

I really want to kill you, that bastard in the editorial office has already hinted to me with his eyes that this month's bonus is going down the drain, if this continues, I will have a short life

"Are you engaging in sexual harassment in the office?" Duoqing shot him a glance, "Thanks to your friend Fu Yunqing, who always submits his work only after his editor cries on the phone begging him to turn it in. Our editorial department has to work overtime to get the issue out. Can't you make him submit on time?"

How to view this scoundrel in the mouth of Duoqing, who is actually a handsome man, with clear and bright features, completely unrelated to the cream-faced pretty boy she speaks of.

She originally thought that Baishu was just being neurotic about rushing the sketches and casually making small talk. Her information was indeed not as well-informed as his; in their circle of cartoonists, everyone was familiar with each other, so they were well aware of any minor developments. Unexpectedly, that person returned. He had gone to Japan for further studies, and it had been several years, long enough for her to almost forget about him.

Fu Yunqing was utterly taken aback by her carefree nonchalance, and it took him quite a while to regain his composure, even forgetting to smile. He had originally thought that she would have made some progress over the years, but unfortunately, she still lacked any sense of awareness. As he watched the two people hiding behind the sofa laughing uncontrollably, he gritted his teeth and said, "Since Editor-in-Chief Ji is so unhappy with this, I will consider terminating the contract with your esteemed publication"

It is quite good; it would be even better if you could submit your work on time. Our editorial department releases issues every month as if we are in a battle, and such behavior is truly frustrating.

As Duoqing walked over, the scene of the reunion with an old lover always became the focal point of everyone's attention, especially for those unscrupulous cartoonists who took pleasure in voyeurism. She smiled, revealing a pair of slightly pointed canine teeth that were quite adorable: "Teacher Fu, when did you come back?"

Duoqing glanced at it and immediately turned off the message

One of the major hobbies of Ge Baishu is to gather and speak ill of the editor-in-chief. Just as she said, "That bastard is wearing leather pants today, his butt is so tight, it's simply gay as hell," that bastard happened to walk out of the editor-in-chief's office. She quickly said a couple of words and hung up the phone. Lin Jia walked over and plopped down on her desk.