When an Angst Writer Meets a Doting Writer

! My flash! What are you doing with Don Juan! ! ! ”

"Nothing..." Tang Yanzhi licked his nose. "The phone is smashing."

"You can't hold back your face with your phone! Is it important for your face to flash?"

Tang Yuzhi: "?"

"pardon?"

"Ah, hahahatang brother, you are going to lick your gold and drop your nose to see if there is any injury. You are afraid that you are going to cry a big piece and get to the hospital to check what you are doing." ...."

Tang Yuzhi: "..."

"Why don't you wear headphones when you play games?"

"I don't want to relax with headphones for a night..." When the baby face chats with Tang Xiaozhi, the keyboard slams. "So why are you screaming at your phone?"

"What's the reason for this? The hand slipped."

"Is it?" The baby's face turned quickly and looked at Tang Yan's eyes. The white light on the screen reflected on his face. Tang Yan's hard life saw a feeling of sin.

"Then you hurry to sleep..." The baby face smirked. "Don't bother me."

Tang Yuzhi: "..."

[49. 】

Dutch pig: How are you here? !

Tang Yanzhi’s hand was stopped, and he decisively cut the trumpet to search for his size in the search bar, and then found the late in his latest Weibo.

I am very sweet: How are you here? !

I am so bitter, I am very sweet, oh: sugar? Why are you not sleeping yet?

Don Juan: Why didn't I sleep because I was rejected by you? !

I am very sweet, replying to me, bitter: I can't sleep...

Sugar: @短短不不睡?

Xu Chi: ...

Xu Chi: I can't sleep.

Tingting: Sisters have good ducks at night.

Tingting: [Picture]

Xu Chi: What is this?

Tingting: Liuwusheng hair fluid, see Weibo commented that the treatment of baldness is very good, but how do I feel like it looks like mouthwash?

Tingting: @糖糖妹妹 Do you know how to use this?

Sugar: Just take a sip before washing your hair.

Tingting:?

Xu Chi: @婷婷 You will not be bald when you go to bed early every day.

Sugar: @短短

Xu Chi: What are you doing? I am in the code word.

Sugar: So late, still code words? ! How are you doing it! I will feel bad!

Xu Chi: I am suddenly inspired now... Don’t make a noise.

Sugar Sugar: How much can you earn in writing a month?

Xu Chi: 100... right?

Sugar: So, I will give you 10 dollars. Can you chat with me?

Xu Chi:?

Tingting: bargaining ghosts.

Xu Chi: Mathematical ghosts.

Tingting: Arithmetic ghosts.

Xu Chi: Logical talent.

Tingting: Commercial ghosts.

Sugar Sugar: @Short how do you care about Dutch pigs?

Xu Chi: Hey... I see the text he wrote.

Sugar:? ? ? ? ?

Sugar: What...wen?

Xu Chi: The latest serial of his book... "Love".

Sugar: When did you start watching? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! You an esoteric author ran to see what sweets do! ! !

Xu Chi: Who is the author of the abused text can not read the sweet text?

Sugar: Oh... then... what do you think of it...?

Xu Chi: Nan Ge Chuan Duck! ! ! [Fist] [Fist] [Fist]

Xu Chi: But he is even slower... Why is one day more...? I heard that it is a full-text deposit, you can not finish it in one go?

"Hey!"

"Tang Haozhi!!! What happened! My df two companies were scared by you!!!"

"Mobile phone... blinking eyes..."

"I beg you to spare me, I am very uncomfortable to go to a point..." The baby's face turned to look at Tang Yanzhi, coldly said, "You will be surprised again, I will tell Xu Classmates, you have a different kind of mind for him."

"Well?" Tang Yanzhi was really surprised. He asked his head from the bed and asked, "Which classmate?"

"Hey..." The baby's face licked a white tooth. "The management department has a second classmate named Xu Chi?"

Don Juan is strange, "How do you know?"

"The day the friendship ended, I saw..."

"What did you see?"

"You forced Xu's classmates in the corner... I want to figure out what is wrong with him. I found out that you are not the same as others... so many young ladies are not able to see it."

"Well..." Don Juan nodded and nodded. "It usually looks like a tiger. This time it is quite clever."

"What do you say? You have to yell at me before you boast me?"

"You..." Don Juan ordered a computer screen. "You look at the grass."

"诶诶诶诶!!! Lying in the trough....... Don’t blame you!!!"

"Good night, I wish you a happy evening."

[50.]

The second day after Xu was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone.

He closed his eyes and grabbed his mobile phone in bed, and opened his eyes to find that it was Tang Weizhi's WeChat phone.

"Hey......"

"Are you still asleep?"

"Well..." Xu Chi buried his head phone under the pillow. "What?"

"What is it? Are you not going home today?"

"Yes......"

"Are you not a ten-point ticket?"

"Yes......"

"But now it’s twelve o'clock..."

"Oh..." Xu Chi turned over and then slammed it out of bed, "Twelve o'clock????"

"Yeah..." Tang Yanzhi's voice of laughter passed through the microphone to the ear of Xu, "Twelve o'clock."

Xu Chi took a cell phone and squinted and sat on the bed. The roommate on the bed was still drunk in the bed. He licked his hair and asked: "Why is it twelve o'clock? I didn't hear the alarm clock." ......"

The indulgent and insulting tone heard the ear itch of Tang, he coughed and said: "If you pack it, go downstairs, I am waiting for you downstairs."

"What are you waiting for me?"

"send you home."

"I... I can go home without a ticket..."

Tang Haozhi finally couldn’t help but smile. "I drove the car and I sent you home."

[51.]

After he got on the bus, he didn't wake up after sleeping.

He was fascinated by the co-pilot, and the seat belt's prompt tone was ringing. Don Juan turned his head and looked at the appearance of a late second to sleep, and leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt.

When he looked up, he saw a black shadow approaching himself. When he reacted, Tang’s hand slammed his head. "Children..." Tang Yuzhi’s sentence "Writed last night. Is it late?” Turning around in the mouth and swallowing back, he changed his mouth: “Is it late late last night?”

"Yeah." Xu Chi did not have much resistance to the hand on his head. He yawned and yawned and said softly: "I will sleep at four o'clock."

The touch under his hand is soft and dry, and Tang Yinzhi’s first thought is that he is too cute.

The second thought is that I really want to hide him.

[52.]

After the car drove onto the road, it was not sleepy. He chatted with him while he was carrying the bread and milk from Tang Yin.

"Don Tang."

Tang Yanzhi replied with a turn signal: "Well?"

"ask you a question."

"You said."

"Are you not writing essays?"

"Well... what happened?"

"Red?...?"

Don’t know if you’re red, don’t you know it, but he still has to accompany him for a long time. “Alright.”

"What? Sweet pet?"

"Yep."

"Oh..." Xu Chi smashed the finished bag of bread into the palm of his hand. He took a sip of milk and his cheeks bulged like a little hamster. "I will make a hypothesis for you. ....."

"What assumptions?"

"If a writer who writes a essay is going to write a sweet text, will there be a market?"

Xu Chi’s words made Tang Hao almost put the brakes on the accelerator pedal, the gap between the traffic lights, Tang Yanzhi turned his head and looked at Xu, and found that he was a serious expression on the passenger seat.

Tang Yan’s heart sighed silently, and Xu was really stupid. This assumption was too fake, so he was so stupid, he had to accompany him to sell crazy.

"Write the author of the abuse? Are you?"

"Oh... just be me, anyway, just a hypothesis."

"You said that if you change your way to write sweet text, there is always a reason. Do you think you are not good at writing or do you think it will not be red?"

"Everything..." Xu looked at the road ahead and said unconsciously: "I felt like a new person at the beginning of writing. No one looked normal, but it was written for a long time..... You have to wonder if your persistence has any meaning..."

"Even the new comments that occasionally emerged are also criticisms of the author's three opinions..." Xu Chi finished the last bite of milk, and then said: "I sometimes don't want to argue with such readers, but most of them At the time... the reader can listen to the reader's words... but for the author's explanation, they can't listen to it..."

Don Juan wants to say that this is not the case. You have readers. You also write very well, but you have not found your treasure. If you want to be red, I can help you.

But he can't say anything about it.

"I used to think that red is not red, but I didn't care.