Perhaps it was the old **** who had a flush nose and a perfectly curved chin when he said, "I don't deserve to wash my feet".

Chu Li didn't dare to put one more fart, and got out with his tail between.

Zhou Chuan stood at the entrance and watched the poor little girl leave. When she was gone, he looked back and mocked the big dog in the yard with his **** lying on the door: "I have left, what else to watch? Look, come in."

The big dog reluctantly jumped down from the iron gate, and at the same time its owner turned and walked into the house. When passing through the entrance, the man kicked the crooked pile of waste paper books and various magazines. One place; when he passed the coffee table in the living room again, he easily pulled a small paper card with someone's phone number and QQ on it to the trash can.

The two dogs followed, sniffing and sniffing, the big dog stuck his head into the trash can and pulled it out, then decisively lifted his leg and slapped the trash can—

Hikawa: "..."

He stared at the big dog's calm dog eyes in silence for three seconds.

The man changed his face in a second, and his ferocious face grabbed the big dog’s ears: "A bun is bought so that you don’t know where to turn, right! Eat a washbasin of imported dog food for a meal! I’m a month old. You can buy a ton of steamed stuffed buns for the food expenses contributed to you!"

Ergou pulled his head out of the man’s hand, shook his head, and stepped on a small piece of paper with his big paws—Shirakawa gave it a slanted look, bent over and picked it up and took a serious look at it: This is not a normal business card. The mobile phone number and QQ number on it are all handwritten.

There is no serious business card. Is that little girl a temporary worker from the Yuanyue Society?

Wait, the Jane Moon Society actually sent a temporary worker to perfuse Lao Tzu?

…What a dare!

The imagination is too rich, so that the man’s eyes can burst out angry flames at this moment. He threw the torn paper on the computer desk and turned around to clean up the trash can and washed his hands by the way. After washing his hands, he returned to the computer desk and opened it again. The document was coded for a while with the energy brought by the flames of anger—

When I looked up again, it was already around three in the afternoon.

When Shirakawa was moving his muscles and bones, Yu Guang accidentally caught a glimpse of the piece of paper he left on the table in the morning... staring at the piece of paper for three seconds, and then he made a decision that would make him regret for a lifetime—he will I picked up the piece of paper, and then selected the one on the right of the two qs opened at the same time on the computer desktop, and clicked to add a designated friend.

Slender fingertips jumped on the keyboard.

When the mouse clicks on "Search", it makes a clear "click" sound.

When the search results popped up, the man glanced at the q head portrait as if he was a bit familiar, the whole person first let out a puzzled "Yeah", squinted his brown eyes, and fixed his eyes—

Query result: [The navy invited by the monkey].

Hikawa held the mouse and sat stiffly in front of the computer for thirty seconds.

For the thirty-first second, the handsome and mean face of the man twitched, his face suddenly lost its blood color, he suddenly moved the mouse, moved to the q on the left side of the computer desktop, opened it and took a look-exactly the same head. , The exact same name, the dialog box has not had time to close, now because the speech on the other side is desperately flashing in blue light—

[The navy invited by the monkey: Xiba! I was rejected by the ugly again! ! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Let me emphasize again that the dog raised by a certain author is more enthusiastic than him! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Why is it so difficult for the author to cheat these years, eh? I have shown the highest sincerity I can show in my life and asked him to sign a publishing contract! I bought him buns! My mother bought breakfast for a man for the first time in her life! Not only was he not thankful, but he said that my steamed bun was not worth hundreds of thousands of royalties! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Is that a bun thing? That is my girlish heart! ! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: My girl's heart is priceless! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Qaq went back to the office and was frantically laughed at by the next-door guns, asking me if I would like to visit the thatched cottage... Do you think I should go tomorrow? Bring him a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat that looks more advanced, right? 】

Jiukawa typed a series of "..." on the keyboard, then slapped to send.

Such a line appeared in the dialog box on the screen—

[Mr. L who disappeared: …………………]

Hikawa: "..."

Hikawa was so frightened that he conditioned his reflex to unplug the computer.

On this day, Chu Li discovered that at about three o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. L, who had sent her a large string of "...", disappeared mysteriously.

What she didn't know was that at the same time, in a high-end district in the city center of G city, a top writer who had just touched the **** of the pyramid was frightened because of her. For a whole day, my brain was empty, and there was no code for a word, as if I had missed a hundred million yuan in manuscript fees.

When I think of myself in the past few days with the little moderator who came to the publishing house for the first time and ridicules an author who has never been masked, he gloats and says, "Hahahahaha, the author circle is too neurotic." "Weibo is just for drama." Ah, you just know." "That thunderous author" and so on...

Weibo is different from private style. Is this little girl scolding herself?

Then he was very happy to agree, and the ridicule came back and forth?

"..."

The corners of the writer's lips twitched, touched Ergouzi's elastic ears, and shocked his painful heart.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, when Li was yawning and thinking that tomorrow he would buy something for the literary world's Variety Sakura for breakfast to please him, the writer finally plucked up the courage to plug in his computer.

turn on computer.

As if evasively ignoring the fact that he still had a trumpet, the man directly logged in to the tuba, glanced at the online list, and was satisfied to find that a guy named "Jiang Yucheng" was still online—this guy was also the tip of the pyramid. The author of the sharp great god, who focuses on horror and suspense, is considered to be a brother and friend of Hiukawa, but the overall market of horror and suspense is not very good recently. His main themes are relatively difficult to sell, and his popularity has declined...Hiukawa shook him twice with the jitter function. After the other party sent a question mark, put it briefly and concisely—

[Hikawa: I have an accident. 】

The other side was silent for a few seconds.

[Jiang Yucheng: What? Have your readers finally discovered your essence? 】

[Zhou Chuan: No, what I found, my acting skills are good, Wen Runyu is like a son Chuan. 】

[Jiukawa: Oscar owes me a golden figure. 】

[Jiuchuan: …to talk about business, remember that I told you that when I was doing a data collection for the "x" game that year, I used to break into the fandom that mixed them internally in order to make a big news? At that time, I pretended to be a little transparent in that circle and gave a hand-painted picture with a text, and I also picked up a silly forum moderator. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: I remember, I clearly remember that Shirakawa said to me like a metamorphosis, "I wrote thousands of words in a handwritten form, and those people were shocked by the heavens." "The small moderator has refined me hehehe"" This little moderator is dumbfounded. He is so cute. Hehehe" "They are so shocked that ab is really a pair. A couple"...The moderator in this story who was a "small moderator" by you? 】

[Zhou Chuan: It's her. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: What's wrong? What happened? Are you dating her online? 】

[Zhou Chuan: What kind of love, a little girl, I am not a pervert. Good luck, because of this and that kind of coincidence, now the small moderator has become my editor. I just came to my house in the morning and brought me two steamed buns. He told me that drinking coffee on an empty stomach is bad for my health. He also tried to get me to sign a four. Wanwu first printed a nine-point publishing contract. 】

[Jiuchuan: My health is a matter of her ass. 】

[Hikawa: But this is not the point. 】

[Hikawa: The point is that contract. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: What a coincidence? I also have a ten-year old fan who has joined the Yuanyue Club. Hahaha, maybe they are still colleagues! 】

[Jiuchuan: Oh, what is your name? 】

[Jiang Yucheng: You definitely don't know you. If you ask, it's no question. Then again, what did you just say, you and your little moderator have been running online dating for three years? ! She is still lustful. To entice you to sign a bad contract for forty-five thousand copies? ! Which one? ! Are you planning the "Luohe Book of the Gods" that is not signed out for the first print volume of more than 100,000? ! Oh my god? ! 】

[Zhou Chuan: First of all, we don’t have online dating, we have a pure and beautiful relationship between the owner and pet; second, she doesn’t know that I’m Mr. L, but the sign is indeed "Luohe Book of God". Finally, she saw Empress Cocoon at the door of my house. I’m afraid she’s clumsy and won’t be able to grab it together. I’m afraid she won’t be able to get it...hey, if you don’t say this, I shouldn’t be reluctant to do good deeds, right? …But these are not the main points. The main point is that my attitude was so bad that she got her off with her 45,000 prints. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: This print volume really deserves to be fucked, it's okay—then she doesn't know you are Mr. L anyway, why are you panicking? 】

[Zhou Chuan: Paper can’t keep the fire down. I’m afraid that after she knows it, I think that I’m so reckless to let her **** off today, and the evil is gutted by the courage. Ruyu Gongzichuan, then, topped the bestseller lists of major bookstores and booknet.com. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ! 】

[Jiuchuan: …have you laughed enough? I'm here to tell you a joke? 】

[Jiang Yucheng: I was about to sleep, laughing. 】

[Jiuchuan: What do you do? ! 】

[Jiang Yucheng: What should I do? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ! 】

[Jikawa: That's a contract for forty-five thousand copies! Forty thousand five! Is it you that you signed? ? ? What are you talking about? ? ? 】

[Jiang Yucheng: How many first prints are not sold yet, anyway, as long as they can be sold and then printed, will your royalties be reduced? Besides, aren’t you talking about the copyright of both the comic book and the game right now. Those are all seven-figure copyright fees. What's your point of publishing the first 100,000 yuan? 】

[Zhou Chuan: Why do you collude with her in the same way? I'm not competing with publishing royalties, that money is not enough for Ergou's dog food-you know what I want. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Oh, you don’t want to stay at the bottom of the pyramid tip butt, right? I want to climb up, tusk. 】

[Zhou Chuan: I'm very angry when I think that Lao Tzu is going to give you a footstep. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Hahahahaha, you are just right, give up this one, and try to ride me on the next one, I won't leave! 】

[Jiang Yucheng: You rushed up like this, didn't you just want me to persuade you to sign it? Is it not worth it that you have kept a pet for three years? What if a little pet becomes a Godzilla when he gets angry? Nothing wrong, sign it. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Besides, Yuanyue News Agency has a forced qualification, and signing it will do no harm to your ultimate goal of promoting the forced qualification. 】

[Jiuchuan: Sign a fart, you go, you go. 】

The unreliable Jiang Yucheng turned off the computer, and he became even more upset.

Stand up to take a shower, take a trip to the bed after the shower, and stare at the handwritten card that has been wiped off with Erlang's legs and legs shaken. The trance is two hours, until it is almost two o'clock in the middle of the night, man. I was thinking about Jiang Yucheng’s sentence [Hahahahaha, you are just right, give up this one, and work **** the next one]...

Hikawa: "..."

Is Jiang Yucheng right?

No, what he said is wrong, why is Lao Tzu? Just rely on her to refine me back then?

But I do still have a lot of next books to work on, and it doesn’t seem to be a big deal to sell her personal affection...

Hiukawa struggled and entangled, entangled until the middle of the night, and finally reached out to the phone in a wicked manner, typed in a string of numbers according to the phone number on it, and then typed it—

[Tomorrow at 11:30, bring your contract. 】

After thinking about it, it doesn't seem cool enough to say that.

Added another sentence: [Obsolete not waiting].

Click to send, and when the text message is being sent, I heard a "shoo" sound indicating that the text message was successfully sent, and the man's trembling Erlang's legs paused-realizing that it was already covered in water, he suddenly threw the phone and bounced from the bed. He slammed his head on the pillow!

With a thump.

Very loud.

The sleeping dog in the kennel was frightened, and his sleepy eyes raised his dog's face.

Looking at the owner who suddenly fell into madness with a dumb look: "...Wow?"

The author has something to say: You don’t comment on me ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, you are all fai eggs! ! !

Ensevere righteousness! ! ! ! ! !

The 66 red envelopes sent today will be considered as a break-up fee! ! ! ! !

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