If he was just making fun of it at the beginning, Jiang Yucheng's tone seemed a little serious at the end.

"…………Why is the sound so loud?" Zhou Chuan rolled his eyes and clenched his ears, "I heard that the sound is loud because of guilt."

“…”

Jiang Yucheng paused, smiled, and showed a harmless gentle expression and said, "You are the first plan to write the volume of "Moonlight" in person; second, it is not harmful to promote a new article in advance; third, I have indeed helped the little monkey-"

"Well, your busyness is really valuable. Without any effort, I let the January Club use more than 100,000 magazines to make free publicity for you as a free reward - this kind of short-term "allowing gift" that can't wait to get back the benefits. At most, it can only be considered a transaction. Where did the big face say that it is helping others."

"...The debt of favors is to be collected by yourself." Jiang Yucheng shrugged, but the kind smile on his face remained unchanged. "Aren't you said? The most valuable thing in the world is the debt of favors."

Jiang Yucheng said, walking towards the pool—

Holding your hands on the shore, exerting a little force, the strong muscles on your arms bulged, and a sound of water came, accompanied by a strong fragrance of medicine. The man stood barefoot by the hot spring pool, pulled his yukata on his yukata... He found a random angle to take a picture of the hot spring and the silhouette of Zhou Chuan lying beside the hot spring playing with his mobile phone. He added half of his muscles to his tightness. He posted on Weibo, positioning, and matching words—

[Jiang Yucheng: The elderly writer combination, and you male god Zhouchuan is in hot spring for recuperation.]

As soon as the Weibo post was posted, the people who were eating melons went crazy. Half of them were playing Sherlock Holmes based on Zhou Chuan's hair, and the other half were fighting for the chaos. Is this hot spring civilized and polite enough? That is, is Zhou Chuan wearing a shameless thing at this moment?!...

Everyone was very excited. Jiang Yucheng also laughed at the comments on Weibo that were soaringly fast. After posting on Weibo, he lowered his head and glanced at the guy who was still leaning against the pool and casually fiddling with his phone.

It seems that he is still talking to the little editor.

He walked over and stepped on Zhou Chuan's shoulder with his big foot: "I can't tell you are quite soft-hearted. I just pretended that Mr. L led her to come to me to sign this book. I heard it in the "Moonlight" series."

When Zhouchuan heard this, his eyebrows squinted: "Then will you sign or not?"

Jiang Yucheng was silent.

Then there was the standard harmless face of humans and animals: "I'll consider it."

Zhou Chuan pushed away the big feet that were stepping on his shoulders, showing disdain: "A out-of-date man puts his airs on the sky... I signed it, I signed the "Luohe God Book". You didn't coax me and say: That's the Yuanyue Club, it's a good example - now I'll give you the original words."

"No, it's all about you whether I sign or not. Why are you helping her like this?" Jiang Yucheng looked alert, "Where is your intention?"

"Let you enjoy the pleasure of being tortured by that annoying sperm." The man leaned against the hot spring pool shook his cell phone and said lazily, "I have never seen such a tangled editor in this circle for more than ten years."

"... Then you encouraged her to torture me."

"She can harass you when you come, disperse the excessive energy, and stop tossing me."

"How to make a fuck? Cook or feed the dog?"

"..." Zhou Chuan pressed his phone and looked at Jiang Yucheng with a face paralysis, "You speak well."

"You don't take it first. Why do you think you are like this? The little girl worked hard to give you advice and proofreading your book. If you don't know how to be grateful, you will still dislike others' entanglement..." Jiang Yucheng squatted down, moved his feet to Zhouchuan, and poked him with a finger, "Why are you so ungrateful?"

"Jiang Yucheng, don't imitate my father."

"Hey, by the way. Speaking of your dad, your dad called me that day and told me that you were in the meeting of the Writers Association. You were... Oh, look at you glaring at me again, okay, okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, anyway, you are just ungrateful - if your dad and your little editor have the chance to sit together, just talking bad things about you will probably be able to say it from the morning until the sun sets."

"Don't talk about ungrateful wolves, your dad told you not to write horror and suspense, and you changed your career to write "Dream of Red Mansions"?

"I'm writing? Who is Lin Daiyu's ghost in love with?"

"Look, you don't want to, so shut up," the man lying on the side of the hot spring pool moved his eyes, and suddenly he raised his head and asked, "So will you sign your broken book for her?"

"What do you think?"

"As I told her, if you are not guilty, you will not be shaken. Then the question is, Jiang Yucheng, you can have no conscience, but are you guilty?"

Jiang Yucheng looked at the mist in the pool, thought about it carefully, and nodded: "...let's just a little bit."

"That's great."

Zhouchuan left Jiang Yucheng, who was standing on the shore, a meaningful face that he wanted to be blessed.

At this time, the two great authors were chatting and laughing at the hot spring, not knowing that they had already made a promise - they were about to see with their own eyes how "hidden" the "hidden" of Chu Li could be.
Chapter completed!