After Being Bent by Reader

Of the six books sent by Xu Chuanchuan, five were locked in a drawer by Murong's poems, and one was pressed under the pillow for insomnia reading. She only turned over on a whim occasionally, and did not deliberately hide it, because she knew that Aunt Lian would not touch her things casually. For a moment of negligence, I did not expect to be discovered by Fang Qin today.

Fang Qin stared at the illustration on the title page without blinking, his face was unabashedly desolate and painful.

Seeing this scene, Murong Shi couldn't bear to **** the book back.

Until Fang Qin's eyes were astringent, she closed the book, sighed, and took the initiative to explain: "She is a dreamer, likes drawing and reading novels. She likes this author's novels very much, saying it is about story writing. It’s very sweet. She used to follow the author’s articles every day. Later, when she heard that the author was going to publish a physical book, she took the initiative to help draw a lot of pictures. Every time she painted, she would ask me my opinion. I thought she painted the daily routine of our lives."

Probably not out of the shadow of broken love, Fang Qin didn't even want to mention the other party's name.

Murong Shi stared at her face: "You still don't laugh, it's ugly."

Fang Qin raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, the dead duck's mouth was hard: "Don't worry, I'm not sad at all, it's not worth it."

"It's fine if you know. Hey, don't break my book."

Fang Qin avoided her hand, smoothed the accidentally crumpled pages, and said to herself: "At that time, the author sent her six books from China to thank her. After breaking up with me, she took them away. I lost all of her things and didn't leave any of them to me. Such a weak person can actually be so unfeeling."

Murong Shi curled his eyebrows: "Don't think about things that are unhappy."

"I don't want to." Fang Qin sighed, returning the book to her.

Murong Shi gave her the charger.

After getting the things, Fang Qin didn't leave immediately, tapped her finger on her back, and asked in a low voice, "Do your parents know about you?"

"What's the matter with me?"

"You don't like men."

"Now they don't need to know."

"why?"

Murong Poem.

"Understood, you single dog of twenty-six years."

Murong Shi was not angry or annoyed, and the tone was very flat: "They only know that I am with Jiang Shaohua now."

Fang Qin shook the charger boredly, his eyes widened suddenly: "Jiang Shaohua? What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Fang Qin paused, looking at Murong Shi's serious look, she thought for a while, and said: "It's impossible for you to be with him. So, do you use him as a shield?"

"You can also say that we are using each other."

Fang Qin was surprised, looked at her unscrupulously, and poked her chest with his hand.

Murong Shi was expressionless.

Fang Qin poked her waist again.

Murong Shi was still expressionless: "It's okay, are you?"

Fang Qin hid his face and exaggeratedly exclaimed: "No response for a long time, you are really cold!"

Murong Shi's face sank, and he squeezed out five words from his teeth: "You can go away."

Fang Qin rolled.

After rolling for less than a minute, she ran back again, pushed the door directly, and asked: "By the way, I remember she told me that this author doesn't sell books, how did you get it?"

Murong Shi did not expect that this was what she was asking. She was stunned, and then recovered calmly: "We won the Weibo lottery draw."

Fang Qin looked at her suspiciously: "Are you also a fan of this author?"

Murong's poem is silent.

Fang Qin regarded her as the default and said: "Even people like you read online novels, so the author really writes so well?"

Murong's poem is concise and concise: "It's okay, you can see it. Why do you want to see so many questions?"

Fang Qin sneered: "What sweet love stories are all deceptive, I don't believe them."

She really left this time.

Murong Shi went to take a shower, and it took half an hour to wash. When she came out, she saw the indicator of her phone flashing.

There was a new message on QQ, she clicked on it and found that it was sent by someone in the next room.

Fang Qin: "What address do you usually fill in for shopping on Taobao?"

Murong Shi: "I haven't bought anything on Taobao."

Fang Qin: "Then give me your specific address and your mobile phone number."

Murong Shi: "Do you want to shop online?"

Fang Qin: "No, if someone wants to send me something, please borrow your address first."

Without thinking too much, Murong Shi typed out the address and mobile phone number and sent it to her.

Fang Qin has just returned to China and her work has not yet settled. She dare not return home for the time being. She still has a lot of things to prepare. The next day, Murong Shi drove her out for a round, the first thing was to go to the mobile business hall to apply for a card.

During the waiting period, Murong Shi's private number rang, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number in the city, which was marked as "express" by netizens. She pressed to answer and heard the person on the other end say: "Hello, XX Express, is it Shuixin?"

After talking for less than half a minute, Murong Shi put away his mobile phone and said to Fang Qin beside him: "You have arrived by express."

Fang Qin was surprised: "So fast?"

"Should be shipped in the same city, what?"

Fang Qin's eyes flashed, and he said vaguely: "It's just a few books."

"book?"

After returning home, when Fang Qin unpacked the express package with his bare hands, and took out the six familiar physical books from it, Murong Shi's expression changed suddenly.

She threw Fang Qin aside and picked up the torn packaging box, found the express delivery note, and when she saw the sender's column with the words "Xu XX" written in it, her face turned from blue to white.

This time the express order is a sticky note, it should be an order placed online. Murong Shi glanced across the sender's address bar, his mind was blank.

This address is so familiar, she only received the same six books from this address not long ago. There is no doubt that these books were sent from Xu Chuanchuan.

Fang Qin didn't notice her strangeness, and was looking down at the illustrations in the title page.

Murong Shi grabbed her wrist: "These books... how did you get them?"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Fang Qin's face, and she still didn't notice Murong Shi's expression at the moment, and muttered: "I privately wrote to the author on Weibo and chatted with her for a few words, and then she said to send me the book. "

"What did you talk to her?"

Fang Qin lowered his eyes: "It's nothing, just told her the story of me and that person. She might think I am pathetic."

Fang Qin was touched when he saw the book and the paintings last night. She was not as calm and graceful as she seemed on the surface, and she couldn't control herself when she thought that those paintings were made by that person. But she didn't want to show weakness in front of Murong Shi, so when she returned to the room, she secretly followed the author on Weibo, and happened to see the author sending out physical books on Weibo in the lottery. She didn't get it, so she talked to the author privately and asked if she could spend money to buy it.

As for the story with that person, she did not deliberately exaggerate, but mentioned that the person who painted the painting was her ex-girlfriend. The author is generous, and without asking much, he said he wanted to give her away for free.

I just want to keep a little memory of each other. If I confess everything, Murong Shi will definitely laugh at her.

But Murong Shi is not stupid, she must have guessed it too.

Fang Qin waited for a long time, and did not wait to laugh, she raised her head suddenly, only to find that Murong Shi had been staring at the express delivery order with a strange expression.

"What are you looking at?"

Although Fang Qin gave the recipient’s name as a screen name, that number is a real flaw. If Xu Chuanchuan finds out...

Murong Shi glared at her: "You hurt me miserably."

"what?"

…

Xu Chuanchuan spent the morning packing and expressing them, and finally delivered all the remaining physical books. She was so exhausted that she found that her hands were shaking when she took her mobile phone.

Last night, she turned on the computer, clicked on private messages, compared unfamiliar addresses and mobile phone numbers, and placed orders with her mobile phone. It was late at night after all of them were entered.

Except for one special situation, everyone else was given a chance to donate books through a lottery. She paid attention to it when she entered the contact information of that person, but she didn't take it completely.

She decided to move to the company dormitory and had to get rid of all the bulky books. So, last week, she posted a Weibo to collect the lottery list, intending to send it all at once.

An Ji looked for her code word, and she typed weakly: "Take a day off, I won't code today."

An Ji entered the "small black room" alone.

Two hours later, An Ji had already coded 6,000 words, and came out to chat with her: "Is all the books finished?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Yeah."

An Ji: "You move fast."

Xu Chuanchuan: "It's not okay to be unhappy. For the sake of personal safety, it's better to move early. I will have to pack my luggage later. I'm tired after thinking about it."

An Ji: "Let your sister help you."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Forget it, I'm angry when I see her."

An Ji: "She is still live streaming?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Under my coercion and lure, it stopped broadcasting."

The coercion is to move out "parents" as a threat, and the inducement is that Xu Chuanchuan will give her 300 yuan more pocket money every month.

An Ji: "It seems that the orange has not been broadcast recently, and the text has not been updated. It seems to have suddenly disappeared."

Xu Chuanchuan: "How do you know? Is it possible that you also watch her live broadcast?"

An Ji: "She dances very shamelessly."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

An Ji: "It makes people want to spray nosebleed."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

An Ji: "Well, women, there will always be physical needs at a certain age, so I occasionally look at them."

Xu Chuanchuan: "...Dare to ask you this year?"

An Ji: "We are the same age."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Oh. Then why don't I have that kind of demand?"

An Ji: "It means you haven't fully developed yet."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Fuck you." He started talking nonsense again.

I was sweating a little bit and it was uncomfortable to lie down. Xu Chuanchuan got up and started to pack his luggage.

She doesn't have much luggage, and the trouble is an electric computer. Fortunately, she lives on the first floor, so it's easy to move.

She moved all the big and small bags to the company the next day.

Linda was not there. She used her mobile phone to play songs and listened. While listening to the songs, she cleaned up. After working for a long time, she finally cleaned up the room.

She took a picture and sent it to Anji.

An Ji: "The room is not small, the bed is big enough, and the employee benefits of your company are also great."

Xu Chuanchuan: "That's because this room was originally prepared for our boss' daughter."

An Ji: "No, you live with her???"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Where did you want to go!!! I live alone!!! [喷血][喷血][喷血]"

An Ji: "I was shocked, thinking you fell so soon."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Your brain is too big!"

An Ji: "Isn't it okay to write novels?"

Xu Chuanchuan was speechless.

Sliding her finger to shield, she saw a red number on the Weibo icon, she clicked it and found two private messages.

Both are thanks to her, saying that the courier has been received.

These two people, one is in the next city, the other is in the same city as her. Because of the person's private message, Xu Chuanchuan was deeply impressed by this same city.

Shui Xin: "Dear author, hello, do you still remember Ling Yue? She is my ex-girlfriend. I know she drew a lot of pictures for you. Can I buy those six books with you? I want to collect them. What she has painted, because there are many fond memories of me and her."

This Ling Yue is an old fan of Xu Chuanchuan. She used to comment on every chapter of the article, and she also painted a lot of cute and sweet pictures for the heroine of each book.

Xu Chuanchuan likes Lingyue's painting style very much. When making the physical book, she consulted the other party and used those paintings as illustrations. The other party refused to accept her money, so Xu Chuanchuan gave her six books. Later, for unknown reasons, this Ling Yue never appeared in her article again.

After such a long time, when Ling Yue's ex-girlfriend actually came to the door, Xu Chuanchuan was not shocked. It happened that she was in the "clearance process", so she happily agreed to give the book to this netizen called Shuixin.

Looking at the same city address sent by the other party, Xu Chuanchuan thought of passerby poems for no reason.

If she has the ability to remember her, she will find that the number filled in by the other party is exactly the same as the one given to her by a passerby poem.

…

When I met Murong Shi who was about to start a regular meeting in the corridor, Xu Chuanchuan smiled and said, "Miss Murong, morning."

"Morning." When he was about to pass by, Murong Shi stopped and said to Linda behind him, "You go first."

"Okay." Linda left.

As soon as she stopped, Xu Chuanchuan also stopped, and the two people's eyes met again.

Murong Shi seems to love stiletto high heels very much, and they are the kind of Gent high heels. Every time I stand with her, Xu Chuanchuan feels like a dwarf. She needs to raise her head slightly to see Murong Shi's face, which happens to alleviate her stiff neck.

Slowly, she found that Murong Shi's eyes were a little subtle, and she was staring at her intently, without any emotion.

Xu Chuanchuan felt hairy in her heart, and she swallowed, "Is there any dirt on my face?"

Within a second, Murong Shi's eyes returned to calmness, and he asked, "Is it still used to living in the dormitory?"

Xu Chuanchuan nodded hurriedly, and almost complimented: "It's too comfortable, the bed is soft, and the air-conditioning is still silent."

Murong Shi's eyes narrowed slightly, still staring at her face: "You...do you have anything to ask me?"

Xu Chuanchuan was asked inexplicably, blinked and said, "Oh, yes. Do you really need to use that room?"

"No need."

Xu Chuanchuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Apart from this, are there any other questions?"

Is Murong Shi caring about her? No, Xu Chuanchuan is very self-aware.

She looked wrong, she didn't understand what happened to Murong Shi today, and shook her head stupidly: "It's gone for the time being."

Murong Shi stared at her face quietly for a long time, and finally left without saying anything.

Xu Chuanchuan quickly rushed into the bathroom and went to the mirror to check her face carefully. Except for the faint dark circles under her eyes, she didn't notice anything unusual on her face.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that Murong Shi's behavior just now is weird.

Xu Chuanchuan is a person who writes about herself as autistic. At first, she worried about how to get along with her new roommate Linda, but later found that this worry was completely unnecessary.

Linda lives with her boyfriend outside. She only goes back to the dormitory to lie down for a while during the lunch break on weekdays. After closing the door, neither of the two could see anyone, and there was almost no communication.

Sometimes Linda doesn't even come back for lunch break because of being too busy. Xu Chuanchuan occupies the spacious two-bedroom room alone, and he always feels uncomfortable.

It has been almost a week since she moved in, and what she said to Linda did not exceed ten sentences, and she found that Linda was a little cold towards her, and she was too embarrassed to put her hot face on her cold ass.

After all, Linda is Murong Shi's assistant. In order to avoid suspicion, Xu Chuanchuan had to keep a distance from Linda.

This kind of lukewarm relationship lasted for a while, until that day, as soon as she returned to the dormitory, Linda walked in.

She greeted Linda, and Linda ignored her.

Xu Chuanchuan was chattering on his face and was about to enter the room to rest. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Linda's red eyes and nose. She was startled: "Why are you crying?"

Linda avoided her gaze, bypassed her and went into the public bathroom without saying a word.

The depressed cry came out through the door panel, Xu Chuanchuan was a little worried about the situation inside, but didn't dare to step forward to interrupt.

Linda is like this, as if being bullied but dare not say, Xu Chuanchuan ghostly thought of Murong Poetry.

Is it because Murong Shi was so fierce that Linda cried fiercely?

After waking up, Xu Chuanchuan did not see Linda.

As soon as she entered the office, their boss came over and said to her, "Xiao Xu, Linda asked for leave. During her absence, you will temporarily replace her job. You can do whatever Miss Murong asks you to do."

a bolt from the blue!

Xu Chuanchuan suspected that he was not awake: "Why me?"

The boss rolled his eyes at her: "In our company, you work with Xu Xiaomei, the front desk, the most leisurely. Who else do you look for if you don't?"

Why don't you say that I and her have the lowest wages?

Xu Chuanchuan did not dare to say this, she was crying: "Then what about our department's work?"

"If you can't finish working after get off work, you don't have to pay for overtime. Besides, if you stay in a dormitory now, it's okay to be late. Go, Miss Murong calls you."

Xu Chuanchuan didn't care about overtime pay at all, she was just a little worried about whether she would have time and energy to codewords in the next few days.

She poorly saved the manuscript.

The old man waved her away, and Xu Chuanchuan wanted to cry even more.

On the way to Murong Shi's office, her steps were very heavy, and when she thought of Linda's red eyes, her bad guesses came to mind again.

The positive and optimistic Linda couldn't bear the squeeze of the witch tyrant, and ran away crying, her little assistant who had no power, power and ability was in disaster...

Xu Chuanchuan knocked on the door of Murong Shi's office in a complicated mood, but he didn't expect a guest to be there.

Murong Shi pointed to the guest on the sofa and said straight to her: "You help her make a cup of coffee. This person has many problems. Give her some milk."

Xu Chuanchuan looked at the person on the sofa and found that she was a beautiful woman with outstanding temperament. So young and beautiful, and dressed so casually, she doesn't look like a client, but like a friend of Murong Shi's.

Xu Chuanchuan smiled at her.

"Hello, my name is Fang Qin." Fang Qin stood up and shook hands with her.

Xu Chuanchuan smiled and said, "My name is Xu Chuanchuan."

"Wow, what a lovely girl, your surname is Xu too."

Murong Shi coughed and said solemnly: "Chatting is forbidden during working hours."

Xu Chuanchuan looked stiff, and withdrew his hand, facing Murong Shi, respectfully: "Would you like to make a cup for you?"

"No need for me."

Xu Chuan went out.

She came in with a cup of hot coffee, Fang Qin stood up and answered, "Thank you."

Xu Chuanchuan reminded her that she was hot.

Linda didn't hand over with her before leaving. Xu Chuanchuan didn't know what to do for a while, she walked to the desk and asked Murong Shi.

Murong Shi pointed to a few documents on the desktop and said, "You have signed it. You can take it and send it to various departments."

"Then... What's next?"

Murong Shi glanced at the person on the sofa and said, "I will call you again if I have something to do."

"Oh." Xu Chuanchuan picked up the file and left.

When she closed the door, she vaguely heard what the beauty inside said about "books" and "gifts". Of course she did not stay.

Fang Qin said in full: "I was so generous to give me six books. I always feel uncomfortable with the things I gave for nothing. Do you want me to buy some gifts for her?"

Murong Shi pressed her lips tightly and looked at the closed wooden door.

Affected by her, Fang Qin also looked back and found nothing unusual.

When she turned her head, she found that Murong Shi was still looking at the door. She waved in front of her and stared at the slender dark eyes: "Do you like her?"

Murong Shi retracted his mind and frowned, "What nonsense."

"I don't like what you stare at that door. People have been walking for a long time."

The author has something to say: God, what do you think, how can it be an offering? No condition is right.