1098. Chapter 1098 This is the price for killing me sixty-eight
Zhao Qingqing shook his head, "When I was writing it, I would shed tears when I was so emotionally involved. Then I felt so happy when I saw the number of comments soaring."
"..."
The corners of Mu Mu's mouth were about to twitch out of shape.
Do people today take pleasure in torturing themselves and others?
Write until you cry, write until others cry. If you don't cry, it proves that you have no passion.
She looked at Zhao Qingqing's clear eyes and asked seriously: "In real life, fools will choose warm-looking second male leads, right?"
She looked forward to a clear answer.
Qingqing nodded and replied without thinking, "That's for sure, not everyone is as deserving of abuse as you are."
Mu Mu 囧!
Why did it come to her head again?
Qingqing saw Mu Mu frowning and smiled again, "If we are together, the protagonist will not be the second male lead. Being with the person you love is to make yourself happy, not to seek abuse."
She couldn't bear the big winds and waves that Mu Mu and Lu Yifan experienced.
It turns out that she understands everything, and she also understands her own heart, but she sees things more clearly and acts calmly.
Her chicness made her happy and heartbroken.
Mu Mu lowered his eyes, covering the sadness in his eyes.
On TV, the heroine was holding the dying male lead, and she cried heartbrokenly. The person she loved in her heart was never him. She said she hated herself for living in this world.
He said: I am very grateful that you can always live, so I can close my eyes in your arms.
After saying this, the second man slowly closed his eyes.
What is surprising is that the heroine followed and jumped off the cliff with the dead body of the male lead. Unable to give him love, she chose to end her life with him.
Mu Mu felt that she was so perverted, and she felt relieved when she saw the heroine jumping off the cliff with the second boy in her arms.
Zhao Qingqing wiped her tears and said: "If she doesn't die, the screenwriter of this drama will be scolded to death."
Mu Mu asked curiously: "Didn't you say that what you want is the effect of being scolded? The more scolding, the higher the popularity?"
Hit yourself in the mouth.
"..."
At night, Mu Mu was woken up by an itchy stomach again.
She opened her eyes and saw light in the room, and heard the clicking sound of typing on the keyboard. She knew it was Qingqing typing words without even thinking about it.
She turned her head and looked in the direction of the sofa. Zhao Qingqing had his feet propped up on the desk, his computer on his lap, and his hands were typing on the keyboard quickly.
"Why are you not sleeping yet?"
When Zhao Qingqing heard Mu Mu's voice, she turned her head in surprise.
He was stunned for two seconds, and then replied with a smile: "I want to finish this book in the past two days. I have been writing it for several years, and I am tired of it."
As she said that, she closed the computer, put it aside, stretched out her hand to rub her eyebrows, stood up, walked to the bed, reached out to turn on the light, and looked at Mu Mu worriedly, "Is your stomach itchy again?"
"Yeah." Mu Mu nodded.
She lifted up her clothes to reveal her ulcerated belly. She hung her hands above it, wanting to scratch it but not daring to start.
The unspeakable pain in my heart.
Zhao Qingqing pulled two paper towels and help Mu Mu wipe the sweat from his forehead distressedly, "I'll heat up the potion for you, wipe it and apply it on you."
Before leaving at night, Lu Yifan boiled the herbal water and told her to wipe it on Mu Mu at night, and taught her how to wipe it, and repeatedly told her to do it gently.
She followed the method taught by Lu Yifan, but Mu Mu still turned pale in pain.
"Qingqing, I'll do it myself."
Mu Mu gritted his teeth and said in pain.
Zhao Qingqing saw that Mu Mu's hair was soaked with sweat and was in a hurry, "Just wait, I'll call Yifan Lu."
