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Chapter 42

The next day, Hu Xiaoli had a rare goodnight's sleep, sleeping in until more than seven in the morning before getting up.

After washing up, he went downstairs to eat, and greeted Punk, who was glaring at him from the moment he saw him.

"Good morning." The little fox yawned lazily: "What do you have to eat this morning?"

"Do you still want to eat ?!" Punk's thick voice was usually sharp at the moment: "The curator left early!"

Hu Xiaoli blinked and nodded:"I know."

"What's the matter with you? Are you up late? Or did you mess with the curator?". Punk sped faster, as if he had determined that Hu Xiaoli had offended Qin he, and showed an expression of hatred for iron for not being steel.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Hu Xiaoli scratched his head a little embarrassed, smiled awkwardly: "It's really a little problem ..."

But the ending is still very good, isn't it?

Inexplicably the look last night made him blush for a long time, and returned to his room to wash his face with cold water did not eliminate his rosy cheeks.

Most importantly, his heart was beating so fast.

The little fox didn't understand the feeling well and couldn't describe it, but it felt...

not bad.

Perhaps it was Qin He who made him blush.

"... Xiao Li, what are you doing with such a charming smile? Don't have any bad thoughts about your uncle."

"Alas, Uncle Punk, don't make fun of me!"

"So between you and the director what the hell happened? Don't tell me the curator will kick you out of the mansion tomorrow!"

"He won't." Hu Xiaoli narrowed his eyes with a smile and made a funny face at him: "Don't say it, I'm going to eat quickly and go to the editorial department!"

For two days in a row, the chief editor declared to the editorial department that he had been squatting in the news. The chief editor thought that the boy had really been squatting in the good news, especially when he walked into the office smiling in the morning, he had a confident look on his face.

Hu Xiaoli put the little news that he had tidied up for two days on the editor's desk, and then showed a harmless smile.

After the editor briefly turned two pages, he waved his hand coolly, signalling that he could go out.

——It's another expectation

Hu Xiaoli stepped out of the editor's office, sat in his chair, thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and opened the only group chat he had joined.

[Jingcheng Giant Chicken Mansion]

[Little Fox]: I would like to ask, everyone who has the curator's number, please send it over privately!

Putting his phone aside after asking.

It was time for work, and he didn't expect anyone to respond in seconds.

He didn't know how long, the vibration of the message reminder sounded, and Hu Xiaoli turned on the screen.

[Xu Zenian]: @Little Fox Wow, your very bold.

Hu Xiaoli blinked puzzledly and began to recover.

[Little Fox]: Who's bold?

[Xu Zenian]: Aren't you daring to ask for curator's number?

[Little Fox]: ... I don't understand.

[Xu Zenian]: Hahaha, okay, I know Qin He's phone number, I'll text it to you privately.

Two seconds later, Hu Xiaoli was personally texted by Xu Zenian, and also requesting a friend requested.

Happily adding Emperor Xu Ying as a friend, thanked him, and carefully stored his phone number in his mobile phone.

Originally, he wanted to save the contact as Qin He, but he always felt it very disrespectful, so after thinking about it, he was renamed the contact number to 'curator'.

However, Hu Xiaoli will feel inexplicable shame every time he saw the caller ID in the future.