Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

No, there is another one with a big belly beside him, who is not moving smoothly.

The pregnant Sister Wang pointed at Editor Xu with a heartbroken expression, "Xiao Xu! Xiao Xu, it's not that Sister Wang said you, you are too treacherous to take such a big advantage by yourself. Su Wen, sign it I have signed fifty books, can I still sign others?"

Editor Xu: "..."

Can I sign it for you, Miss Wang?

It's a pity that Editor Xu only dared to complain silently in his heart, but didn't dare to say it out loud. Women are not easy to mess with, and pregnant women are even more difficult to mess with.

"Why are you still in a daze? If you don't support me, hurry up, my signature will be gone if you are late."

"Yes Yes."

Editor Xu held the washed fruit in one hand and supported Sister Wang in the other. When the two returned to the big office, they saw that the original editor Xu's desk was full of people. Although there were many people, they were not noisy.

Colleagues who usually jump up and down, each of them is well-behaved like a kindergarten child, each holding a book and queuing up in front of Su Wen to sign.

The photographer of the publishing house held a summation in his hand, and followed the shooting with excitement and inexplicable expressions.

It's like a live version of a reader signing event.

And Editor Xu's original fifty books have long been moved to the side, exuding a lonely and pitiful temperament, which is completely a reflection of Editor Xu's psychology at the moment.

"My book, my book." Editor Xu wanted to cry.

Sister Wang sneered, "It's useless for you to call uncle, who told you to do so much? What if my Su Wen is exhausted? Are you responsible? Pooh! Even if you want to be responsible, you have no chance."

Editor Xu had a bitter face, and glanced at Sister Wang's seven-month pregnant belly, "You have a big belly, and you still have the mood to care about whether others will be tired?"

Sister Wang raised her hand when she heard the words, and it was a bear's paw, which made Editor Xu stagger, "You little Xu, I knew you didn't really like Su Wen, you are a hypocritical fake."

"No, why am I not sincere?" Editor Xu was very wronged, "I even gave Su Wen the fruit my mother packed for me!"

"Hehe! It's just fruit, who doesn't have it?" Sister Wang said arrogantly, "I really like a Su Wen, and I would never want to get fifty books for her to sign. How tired are you? My hands are sore."

Sister Wang happened to see Su Wen's hand holding a pen through the crowd. That hand was slender and fair, with pale pink nails that were shiny and shiny, and were neatly trimmed. It looks great when holding a pen.

She had never seen such a beautiful hand, and the president was right.

The real beauty is that there is no part of the body that is not beautiful.

Sister Wang sighed with fascination: "Such a beautiful hand should be taken good care of and maintained. How can you sign so many words?"

Editor Xu was about to go crazy, "Sister, are you a man or am I a man? Does your husband know if you're like this?"

Sister Wang's face changed as if she was flipping through a book, and she looked like a chestnut again, which made Editor Xu run away with his head in his arms.

"What do you know, you little brat?"

"I don't know... I was wrong, don't hit me, don't hit me... I know... Aww! Murder, it's a waste of life!"

In the president's office, Zhou Yan was on the phone with someone, and they talked for half an hour, but they still hadn't reached a conclusion, and they talked for a long time about the shipping cost. Xu Pei, who was reading a book on the sofa beside the noisy one, couldn't listen anymore, and got up to help Zhou Yan pass the chrysanthemum tea.