After Being Bent by Reader

Xu Chuanchuan blinked his eyes hard to make sure that he was not mistaken. The other party did want her to write meat to compensate for the loss of that deep-water torpedo...

This hasn't happened before. Readers yelled and wanted to "eat meat" and used many tricks for this. Some people swipe the screen madly, some write long reviews for her, and others throw money directly—that is, thunder.

Isn't Xu Chuanchuan tempted?

No, she was moved. She is a layman, and she knows that writing meat reviews will give more rewards, but the point is that she can't write! !

Whether she pretends to be pure or fake, she doesn't know what to do with the two women in bed... To be honest, she doesn't know anything. This is probably the embarrassment of being a straight girl...

Xu Chuanchuan thought for a long time, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

Love to eat Mala Tang: "It's not that I lie, I really can't write about this [grief]"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "You can figure it out by yourself."

What does this mean?

Xu Chuanchuan didn't figure it out for a while, and heard Xu Xiangxiang calling her: "Hey, can't you leave?"

Xu Chuanchuan temporarily suppressed his doubts, put away his phone and walked over.

Xu Xiangxiang frowned and looked at her, and said, "Why are you weird today?"

Xu Chuanchuan pretends to be relaxed: "I don't like shopping and you don't know."

Fortunately, Xu Xiangxiang had a simple mind and didn't think too much.

They finally reached the cosmetics section. Xu Xiangxiang was picking sunscreen and asked her advice from time to time, and Xu Chuanchuan responded absently.

She took the time to look at her mobile phone and found no unread messages. The other party seemed to have no intention of responding to her.

Isn't it angry anymore?

pissed off?

nonexistent.

Murong Shi threw down the phone and left the matter behind. After washing and changing her clothes, she found that the room was quiet when she went downstairs.

Murong Mingshu is not here.

There is some meat porridge in the kitchen, and there is residual heat. There is a plate of fried greens in the refrigerator. The color is bright, but it is not shiny. At first glance, you know that Murong Mingshu personally fried it. Since the old lady believed in the Buddha, her diet was as light as a monk.

After sleeping for so long, I was too hungry, and Murong Shi didn't pay attention to it.

While she was eating, she called Murong Mingshu, and the phone was quickly connected. She opened the door and asked, "Where are you?"

"Are you awake? Xiaohe and I came out to pick someone up and we were home immediately."

"Pick up? Who is it?"

"You'll find out later."

So mysterious?

Murong Shi suddenly became curious.

Murong Mingshu said "immediately", but she didn't let her wait too long. A few minutes later, there was movement outside the door.

Murong Shi had almost eaten everything, she wiped her mouth and walked over to open the door, but she didn't expect that the person who met her was a strange woman.

The woman looks in her fifties, her skin is dark, her hair is yellow, her eyes are bright, and she looks like a farmer who just came out of the ground.

"you are…"

The woman grinned at her and said, "Are you a little poem? You've grown up so much, and more beautiful than when you were a child."

Murong Shi was slightly surprised. Hearing this, did this person have seen her?

"This is your Aunt Lian, don't you remember?" Murong Mingshu interjected.

Murong Shi looked at the woman's face, and still had no impression after looking at it for a long time...

Murong Mingshu said again: "Little poem, don't block the door, Xiaohe wants to go in and put things in."

Only then did Murong Shi notice the driver standing at the back. He was carrying a few sack bags in his hand and a large luggage bag on his back. The "cumbersome" suit was completely inconsistent with the image of his suit and leather shoes.

Murong Shi opened the door.

Xiao He came in first, followed by Murong Mingshu and the strange woman.

Looking at the smooth floor, the woman was slightly cramped. I don't know what Murong Mingshu said to her, the woman smiled honestly, rubbed her sandals outside the door, and walked inside.

A woman is like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden for the first time. She looked at the bright room curiously, with undisguised surprise and envy in her eyes, speaking in a dialect that Murong Shi could not understand.

Murong Shi quietly asked Murong Mingshu: "Mom, who is it?"

Murong Mingshu smiled and said: "Your child has a bad memory. Aunt Lian, my sister who grew up with me, she even hugged you when you were five years old."

Murong Shi said quietly: "These things happened more than 20 years ago, I don't even remember."

But after Murong Mingshu reminded him, Murong Shi had some impression of Aunt Lian. I remember once, Murong Mingshu said to her: "Your Auntie Lotus is not easy, and her husband died early. She worked so hard to raise two college students, and she contracted dozens of acres of land to grow crops. She is a capable woman."

Taking advantage of Aunt Lian’s time to take a bath, Murong Mingshu explained to her: "Aunt Zhang, I gave her a sum of money and fired her. Later, Aunt Lian will work at our house. I can talk to her if you are not at home. say something."

Although Murong Mingshu had a smile on her face, Murong Shi just noticed that she was a little bit sour. She thought about it and said, "Mom, I..."

Murong Mingshu stopped her: "You don't need to feel guilty, it's your mother who is sorry. You, a young lady, should go out and walk with friends more. In the future, if you have your Aunt Lian to accompany me, you don't have to come back to guard me every day after work This old woman is. Life is short, and she has fun in time."

Murong Shi "pouch" laughed and said: "You also know that life is short, why don't you have fun in time?"

Murong Mingshu sighed and said, "I, I am happy to see you well. As for the colorful world outside, I am not interested, so I might as well worship Buddha."

Murong Shi inherited Murong Mingshu's beauty, and her character was more like her father Sun An. Murong Mingshu looked meek, but in fact he was very stubborn. Murong Shi knew that she couldn't persuade her.

For a moment of silence, the two people were attracted by a strange movement.

Murong Shi looked at the kitchen quickly: "What sound?"

"It should be a chicken."

"Chickens?"

Murong Shi followed Murong Mingshu to the kitchen door, and was startled by the scene in front of her.

I saw a fat chicken with white body and black comb, which got out of the sack that bound it, flapping its wings and struggling on the ground. If it weren't for the two legs tied up, I'm afraid this kitchen would have been harmed by it.

The chickens raised in the countryside were so powerful that they both dared not step forward. They looked at each other for a while, and Murong Mingshu said, "Wait until your Auntie Lian comes out."

Murong Shi wondered: "Why did she bring the chicken?"

Murong Mingshu smiled and said, "Your Auntie Lian heard that you fell ill some time ago and knew that you like to drink black-bone chicken soup, so she brought it from home and said it was to replenish your body."

Murong Shi: "..." Does she have nothing to make up for black chicken soup without confinement?

Close the kitchen door, let the black-bone chicken flutter in it, and the two returned to the living room.

On the coffee table is a brand-new elderly phone. Murong Mingshu pointed to it and explained: "Just because you brought those things, your wallet and mobile phone were stolen on the way your Aunt Lian came. This mobile phone was when we came back. I took her to buy it. I wanted to buy her a smart phone. She said she wouldn't use it."

Murong Shi was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Have you called the police?"

"I didn't lose any money. Her ID card expired a long time ago and she didn't apply for it, so she didn't call the police." Murong Mingshu paused. "Fortunately, you met a kind passer-by. Your Aunt Lian borrowed someone's mobile phone to call me. Phone, otherwise I won’t be able to answer her today."

Murong Shi didn't expect that there would be this one in the middle. She picked up the old man and looked at it and said, "There are not many people doing good things now."

"It's not."

…

After shopping for a whole afternoon, Xu Chuanchuan's legs were about to be abolished. After returning, she collapsed on the bed. She didn't want to take a bath or code.

Xu Xiangxiang is in a good mood. She is coaxing Xu Chuanchuan to buy her a lot of good things by selling cuteness and acting like a baby. Now she is trying her new nail polish with joy.

The pungent smell filled the room, and Xu Chuanchuan said weakly: "Can you go back to school and paint again?"

Xu Xiangxiang: "No."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

Without the energy to quarrel with her, Xu Chuanchuan took out his mobile phone and saw An Ji's reply: "You don't want to offend her, then write her meat. You don't really intend to refund her money, do you? There is no shortage of money. If you return the money to her, she thinks that you look down on her, and will give you negative points in anger at that time, depending on where you are crying."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't scare me [panic]"

An Ji: "Who scared you? She once defeated Orange, right? She was scolded and turned her head to thunder you. A wayward tyrant with unpredictable behavior like her is not strange to do anything. "

Xu Chuanchuan was indifferent.

A few minutes later, Xu Xiangxiang had finished applying a layer of nail polish, and raised her hands in that smelly beauty.

Xu Chuanchuan rolled his eyes and stood up, preparing to take a bath, when he heard a "dingdong".

An Ji: "It's over, I was beaten in the face, this local tyrant is really capricious! [Picture][Picture]"

Xu Chuanchuan was unclear, so he clicked on the two pictures one by one, dumbfounded.

The two pictures are banners for throwing deep-water torpedoes. Passer-by and her pen name occupy the first five positions. This passer-by unexpectedly threw five deep-water to her!

Without waiting for Xu Chuanchuan to ask questions this time, An Ji said: "I still voted for "She Is Sweet". It seems that this local tyrant likes this novel very much."

Xu Chuan swiftly opened the Jinjiang app and opened the novel "She's Sweet", and he saw a record of passer-by A thundering her in the comment area.

On the last record of thunder-throwing, Passer-by A also left a few words: "The author is a very good person."

Xu Chuanchuan: "???"