The next day, Du Caige got up listlessly at noon.

The original owner's health was too poor, and after staying up all night, his body seemed to fall apart, his whole body was sore, and his head was swollen.

In fact, the original owner's figure is quite material, it should be a regular exercise, thin in clothes, and meat in undressing.

The reason why I am so weak may be because of my age, or maybe because of my long-term use of antidepressants.

Du Caige laboriously washed up, went downstairs to eat a bowl of hot rice noodles, and it took one and a half hours to come back and complete today's 10,000-word basic task.

Do the math, Zhu Xian's book is 1.5 million words, and he spends 2 hours writing 10,000 words every day, and it can be completed in less than half a year.

It's a lot of money.

After thinking about it, Du Caige shook his head violently again. No, you can't be so salty.

Obviously, you can code words for 10 hours a day, code out 50,000 words, and finish writing in 30 days, and then start copying a book, how can people salt fish to this extent?

Then he turned on the player and started playing music, and took out the book he hadn't finished yesterday from the shelf.

It's a pity that I was originally a salted fish, so I just turned it over once in a while, and then continued to bask in the sun.

Towards the end of the evening, he spent another 2 hours, slowly coded 10,000 words, and then logged on to the "Genesis Chinese Network" to check the progress of the review.

Sure enough, it has been approved.

But for the time being, I haven't signed a contract yet, so I don't know if the editor here doesn't approve of it, or I haven't seen this book for the time being.

Du Caige was faintly worried.

After all, the aesthetics of each world are different, and the aesthetics of each culture are also different. Even the same country and the same culture have different aesthetics in different eras.

On Earth, "Zhu Xian" was created in 2003 and completed in 2007.

If it appears in 2019 or 2020, many of the plots in it are estimated that readers will think that they are poisonous points and abandon the book, and Xiao Dada will also be sprayed by readers to autism.

But...... After all, this is "Zhu Xian". There's no way you can't sign a contract, right?

Thinking so, Du Caige uploaded Chapter 4 "Shocking Change" again, and then closed the webpage and continued to fish.

As soon as I picked up a few lines of the book, there was a sharp knock on the door.

The word "knock" is not very accurate, but it is accurate to describe that someone is banging the door at the door, and the action is very urgent.

Who is it?

Du Caige has traveled over for a few days, except for being asked for debts that day, he has not been knocked on the door, and he doesn't know any neighbors.

Could it be that the debt collectors are coming again?

"It's coming!" Du Caige was a little nervous, he put down the book, and then slowly went over to open the door.

This door is a very old-fashioned pinball lock that can be easily picked open by a few wires for a veteran.

While opening the door, Du Caige instinctively thought: I must change the lock of the door quickly, otherwise it will be stolen sooner or later.

Soon he smiled bitterly and shook his head: What is there at home that is worth stealing.

When the door opened, a long-haired teenage girl stood there, dragging a coffee-colored suitcase.

Her face was expressionless, her eyes were indifferent, and she raised her head to meet Du Caige's eyes.

Du Caige immediately committed an occupational disease, and made a judgment within 0.1 seconds: he was born with a star face and is very suitable for filming.

The girl was very pretty, with big bright eyes that looked like black gems set in warm white jade, a palm-sized melon seed face, a small ruddy and shiny mouth, and full lips.

Although the figure is not yet mature, those peerless long legs are still very visually impactful.

The style is actually very ordinary, and if you look closely, the down jacket and jeans with a very affordable price are worn on her, but she wears the feeling of top luxury.

It seems that because of her presence, that ordinary set of clothes has become shiny.

Du Caige had been in contact with many big stars in his previous life, and he had to admit that if he only talked about no makeup, the beauty of this girl could rank in the top five among the people he had seen.

It's kind of scary. After all, he works with the most beautiful group of people in the Chinese entertainment industry on Earth.

Moreover, everyone's aesthetic is different. Du Caige thinks that it is the top five, maybe some people will think "it's okay", and some people will think that "this special mother is a beauty who is a fairy descending from heaven and a thousand years to see".

If you take a photo of this girl, with a text explanation "Three years of blood earning, the death penalty is not a loss", and send it to the earth, it is estimated that it will immediately become popular on the Internet, and countless people will hold the photo and lick the screen.

"What's the matter?" Du Caige tried his best to make himself seem casual. Maybe this girl is a neighbor or an acquaintance.

The girl's face was expressionless, and she suddenly raised her hand and pushed Du Caige hard.

Her strength was not small, Du Caige was defenseless, staggered back two steps, the girl lowered her head, dragged a huge suitcase in, walked past Du Caige, and a faint fragrance was left in the air.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Du Caige had long passed the age when he couldn't walk when he saw a beautiful woman, and instead of being happy because the beauty broke into the house, he felt offended by his privacy.

And a conjecture popped up in an instant: this girl dared to drag her suitcase to her house, she should be very familiar with the original owner, or even relatives and friends. Could it be a relative's child?

The girl looked up and glared at him, dragged her suitcase and walked straight to the small bedroom that had been locked by Du Caige.

"Smack!" the door slammed shut.

I'll go, what's going on!

Du Caige looked at the closed door of the small bedroom, touched the stubble on his chin, and groaned for a while.

When he inspected the locked room, he thought it was unoccupied.

But looking at the situation now, this girl is familiar with the way, not like a stranger.

So who is this girl? It can't be the daughter of the original owner.

After all, there is no wedding photo of the original owner, no marriage certificate, no trace of the hostess, not a single female item, and it can even be said that there is no trace of the existence of women in the whole house.

So this is the daughter of a relative's family, and they agreed to stay here for a while?

Du Caige couldn't help but turn on the analysis mode, recalling every expression and every move of the girl since she went to open the door.

Well, although I think this girl is unfamiliar, but looking at the familiar way she walks in the door, it means that her identity is probably not a guest, but a host.

So...... There is only one truth.

She is the fiancée of the original owner?

This one...... Hey, but it can't be helped, after all, it's the original owner of this body.

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Du Caige is not in a hurry.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded behind the small bedroom door.

Then the door of the small bedroom was opened, and the beautiful girl rushed to Du Caige, with a sneer, and held up a straight mobile phone.

There are a few lines of words on the phone screen:

"I knew you wouldn't be able to pry my drawer!

Eh, such a beautiful girl, is she mute?

Du Caige felt pity.

Faced with the girl's accusations, he kept his mouth shut tightly and did not try to explain anything.

If you are wrong, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand upright.

The lock on the drawer was indeed picked by him, and there was no excuse to find.

The beautiful girl leaned against the door, a long leg against the door, looked at Du Caige with disgust, her fingers quickly tapped on the small keyboard of the straight phone, and after a while, she raised it.

It reads: "We agreed, you can't enter my room without my permission!"