Becoming the sickly wife of a literary giant

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After a few seconds, Jiang Yuan saw that he was speechless with a blank look in his eyes. She frowned and waved her hand in front of his eyes: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Why did he suddenly become silent? Well... she didn't say anything outrageous just now.

Oh, she seemed to call the boss by his name, and it sounded quite smooth. The boss can't be unhappy because of this, right?

Jiang Yuan was a little confused. In fact, she didn't know what to call him. 'Sheng Rang' was too intimate and a bit corny; 'Mr. Lu' was too polite and didn't fit the relationship between husband and wife.

The former was used for external address, and the latter was never used. When two people were together, the most suitable thing was to call each other by name.

Lu Shengrang came back to his senses, his deep eyes were filled with emotions that Jiang Yuan couldn't understand: "No. I just suddenly remembered something."

Jiang Yuan saw that his face was normal, and reluctantly believed what he said: "I'm glad you're fine. I thought you were tired from working too long. Why don't you put the documents aside and let your brain and eyes rest first?"

She pointed at the sunset light projected in from the window, "After a busy day, give yourself a break on the way home from work. There is no end to the work, and it would be a pity to be exhausted. Look at the horizon, the sunset at six o'clock in the afternoon is very beautiful."

Lu Shengrang followed her line of sight and saw large patches of gorgeous sunset hanging in the vast and distant horizon. The sunset seemed to be within reach, but also seemed to be out of reach.

He had indeed never admired the sunset at six o'clock. Maybe he would accidentally glimpse it when he walked out of the company, but he never took this useless thing to heart.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Lu Shengrang closed the document that he would never finish processing and turned his eyes to her. The sunset reflected on the girl's lively and beautiful face, as if a layer of mysterious veil with great beauty was shrouded.

For a moment, he couldn't tell who was better.

As a newcomer to the newspaper, most of the early learning work had to be done by Jiang Yuan herself.

Fortunately, she was more sensitive to text-related things and her mind turned quickly in this regard. In addition, her colleagues saw that she had a special relationship with Editor-in-Chief Shu, and they were afraid of being framed but felt that they couldn't afford to offend her. At least on the surface, they were quite accepting of her.

If there are any problems at work, colleagues will kindly answer them one by one.

Jiang Yuanhe didn't know that they were talking behind her back, but she did get into the newspaper through the back door. It wouldn't hurt to let people say a few words, so she just pretended that she knew nothing.

She usually tried to do her job well and humbly followed Sister Wen Yu to learn how to do things.

As time went by, the members of the newspaper changed their views on her a lot, and realized that she was not a delicate vase that was good-looking but useless. There were fewer discussions and gossips, and there was more sincerity in the exchanges and conversations.

Shu Lun's heart fell back into his stomach. After getting to know her, he felt that Jiang Yuan was really suitable for this job. His mind turned quickly, he could draw inferences from one thing to another, and his basic knowledge was no worse than those who had worked in the newspaper for a few years. The key is that he is humble and eager to learn, and never puts on airs as a rich man.