"Then the girl completely disappeared into the world of boys?" Xiao Xingyu was like an emotionless prophet.
Zhang Moyan nodded twice as expected.
Xiao Xingyu rubbed his index finger under his nose: "Is this youth pain literature?"
"It turns out that literature really comes from life." Zhang Moyan murmured and put Xiao Xingyu's cup to her lips. Xiao Xingyu wanted to stop her from continuing to drink, but he felt that the current atmosphere meant that she should drink some wine. p>
She has already drank a lot anyway, so there is no shortage of this in the cup.
Zhang Moyan took a sip of wine and continued: "At the beginning of last month, Liming was responsible for investigating a burglary case, and then... maybe it was fate, and he met Lulu, who was the person who called the police."
Zhang Moyan looked at Xiao Xingyu sadly: "Old friends reunited, old feelings rekindled, and the rest of the story unfolded in front of us."
Xiao Xingyu poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue. This story... tsk tsk, it has a bit of Shakespeare's unforgettable yet bloody temperament.
"So that man abandoned you to find your first love?"
"Yes."
"And you still think they should be together?"
"Yes."
Xiao Xingyu: "..."
Zhang Moyan was surprised by Xiao Xingyu's indifference and asked confusedly, "Don't you feel touched? Don't you think it's hard to find a fate like theirs that was lost and found in the vast sea of people?"
Xiao Xingyu had no expression on his face: "It's rare to be moved."
"I think so too," Zhang Moyan rested her chin on the coffee table: "Even if it's on a first-come, first-served basis, Lulu is still in front... And as soon as Liming decided to be with Lulu, she broke up with me, so I also
It doesn’t count as being fucked, so I don’t have anything to worry about.”
Xiao Xingyu admires someone who is open-minded from the bottom of his heart. He was not beaten, but dumped!
Stupid woman.
The silly woman stared blankly for a long time, then sighed: "It's okay if you don't do this man thing."
She reached for the wine as if she had seen through the world, but Xiao Xingyu quickly snatched the wine and cup away from her.
Zhang Moyan was about to denounce, when suddenly her cell phone ding-dong-ding-dong sounded several notification tones.
Zhang Moyan's attention was immediately diverted, and he crawled over to look at his phone with weak hands and feet.
This is a message from the Xingyun Buyu group.
"@Are you sure you don't want to love me? Did Xiao Ai Ai forget to update the national male idol today? 5555, I'm waiting for the handsome guy Xiao!"
Handsome guy Xiao?
Isn’t it right in front of you?
Zhang Moyan looked over her phone at Xiao Xingyu.
Yes, she has not updated her masterpiece today. Although she promised never to update it before, she plans to stop updating it today.
When you fall out of love, you have to look like you've fallen out of love. After all, this is the first time in her life that she's fallen out of love, so she has to make some confusing and derailed maneuvers to cope with the situation!
New messages continue to pop up in the group.
"Lawyers and starlets are so popular these days! It feels like their personalities are better than Xiao Shen's. I'm riding on the wall and swaying from side to side."
"Me too, me too~"
"It's not bad to have a lawyer and a starlet together. Xiao Shen's temper is too bad, and sometimes it's really too much."
"My heartfelt sentiments. When he is venomous, I really hope that he will be alone all his life!"
"Yes! Gradually I no longer love you."
……
Somehow, the trend of public opinion has gradually evolved into complaining and suppressing the number one male protagonist of "National Male God, Come Here".
And the following actually seconded the proposal.
"Huh?" Zhang Moyan jumped up from the coffee table with excitement. Xiao Xingyu was unexpectedly startled by her and fell backwards.
The male supporting actors are expected to outshine the male protagonist, who has been slandered and attacked?
Wrong!
How is this possible?
If the favorite character of the full text readers does not love the male protagonist, then wouldn’t it mean that her writing failed? Where does the author have control over the full text? How can she, the author, have any face?
"What's wrong?" Xiao Xingyu leaned back and propped himself up with his elbows, watching the woman in front of him clutching her cell phone and seeing the changes on her face.
Zhang Moyan once again shifted her gaze from the phone to Xiao Xingyu - this man was the first handsome guy she could recognize with the naked eye. She must protect him when others slander him and defend his top position in the whole article to the death! This fighting spirit instantly ignited Zhang Moyan’s creative passion.
However, I didn’t know about this kind of reader feedback before. In the saved manuscript, the male protagonist is still writing. The only way to reverse this situation is to rewrite it now.
However, it was almost eleven o'clock, and this time was not enough... Zhang Moyan suddenly became anxious.
And Xiao Xingyu is here. If she turns on the computer to code words now, it will definitely arouse the curiosity of the other party. If they are curious, they may come to see what she is doing.
No, Xiao Xingyu must not be allowed to know that she is writing a script for him!
Zhang Moyan looked around and saw a few shopping bags lying on the ground. He crawled over on his knees, grabbed them, and stuffed them into Xiao Xingyu's arms: "Please pack them, pack all these green things, and be sure to throw them away."
Stay far away and don’t let me see you again!”
"Huh?" Xiao Xingyu, who was confused, pulled open the shopping bag: "Can the troublesome turn not be so sudden!"
He came over and tried to look at her phone: "What happened?"
Zhang Moyan quickly covered the screen of her mobile phone on her lower abdomen, fearing that even a little bit of it would be seen: "What you just said, you said to pack it first and throw it away tomorrow."
Perhaps to appear more confident, she puffed out her chest (without warning).
Xiao Xingyu: "..."
A woman wearing your clothes with an ultra-low collar is already tempting enough, but now she is so undefended... Is this too much of a test?
He is a normal man.
Xiao Xingyu's Adam's apple rolled: "I said it again."
Zhang Moyan looked at him and said nothing. If so, Xiao Xingyu also knew that the next sentence would be "The balabala you said..."
After looking at each other for a while, Xiao Xingyu was defeated: "Okay, okay, pack it up."
"Trouble," Zhang Moyan cleared his throat gently, "Then I'll go to the house and I'll come out after you've cleaned up."
"?" Xiao Xingyu didn't quite believe his ears: "You mean... I'll clean it up for you alone? You won't participate?"
Obviously that's what the other party meant.
Xiao Xingyu turned around and found a piece of lace fabric, and turned back with a finger: "Is this your own..."
Zhang Moyan has already run away.
And closed the door with a "dong" sound.
Xiao Xingyu faced the air, speechless and choked.
After briefly adjusting his mentality, he told himself that he had nothing to worry about with the drunkard. He rolled up his sleeves and stuffed the green surroundings into several shopping bags.<
/p>
After finishing the storage in a simple and rude manner, he carried several packages to the entrance. When he saw the door, he remembered that the door could not be opened, so he had to put it on the spot.
He returned to the sofa and sat in a daze for a while. He was in a trance and didn't know what night it was.
My eyes wandered around the hut, and I saw the shopping bags in the entrance. Green clothes were popping out of the bags. Someone's request sounded in my ears - "Be sure to throw them far away and don't let me see them again."<
/p>
You can still see it from this angle.
As if he was suffering from some acute obsessive-compulsive disorder, Xiao Xingyu couldn't help but pick up the things and slam them into the kitchen.
As soon as he turned around, he suddenly reflected on himself - was he working as a nanny?
No.
He denied that it was because he grew up. He heard that people will fall in love with housework as they grow up. This is a sign of a man becoming mature.
While Xiao Xingyu was thinking about life, Zhang Moyan was typing away on the keyboard in the room, fighting in full swing to defend his position as the male protagonist.
By forcibly tampering with the direction of the story and piling up super luxurious phrases, the male protagonist of "Come Over, the National Goddess" went against the will of heaven and changed his destiny, and immediately gained a lot of girls' change of heart.
After settling the situation, Zhang Moyan also used his brain too much and his head was heavy. But the good thing is that the alcohol may have had a paralyzing effect, and the abdominal pain seems to have eased a little now.
The living room was still very tidy after removing the green stall. After Xiao Xingyu cleaned it up, he did not call Zhang Moyan as promised. On the contrary, he sincerely hoped that Zhang Moyan would just fall asleep in it. He really would not comfort a brokenhearted person.
Man, although it’s quite fun, I still don’t want it.
He boredly took the mug and drank the remaining wine, and the sound of Zhang Moyan opening the door came from behind.
Keeping the posture of putting the cup on the coffee table, he saw Zhang Moyan's stump seemed to be fixed at the door of the bedroom. After a full two minutes, he walked from the door to the living room with a look of panic, and walked around in front of him at least three times.
"Where are my clothes?!"
"Throw it away."
Zhang Moyan's eyes trembled violently, as if he had heard some terrible news.
Xiao Xingyu frowned unhappily: "Aren't you going to throw it away?"
Zhang Moyan curled his hands at his side, his body was trembling slightly, and something seemed to be surging and calming down in his body. After a while, he finally uttered an inaudible and calm voice: "Yes... I want to throw it away.
”
Xiao Xingyu watched her lose her mind and sit down next to him, intertwining her fingers uneasily. She looked at him for a while, her eyes filled with resentment; and for a while she looked at her hands, filled with sorrow, as if she was full of grievances and wanted to complain.
No.
Xiao Xingyu leaned back on the sofa in a leisurely manner, resting his arms on the back of the sofa. He looked at the excitement and asked without hesitation: "My benefactor, are you okay?"
***The author has something to say***
Yesterday during the Lantern Festival, I made lovely iced dumplings.