About the evening, Wen Gu's mobile phone vibrated again, and it didn't matter if she clicked on it, but Su Qihua liked her circle of friends.

Because I read the scorching book for an afternoon, I naturally felt a little satisfied in my heart, and then rubbed it a little sour and studied, and sent a circle of friends out one after another, "Huada's pen power is still at ease, although I don't know how many times I have read it, but there is no greasy feeling at all, I hope to see me." ”

It's just a little cult of the individual.

However, the corners of Su Qihua's mouth, who had just calmed down his mood, were curved again.

In the afternoon, when he saw that Wen said that Zhuo Qihua would be an emotional aunt, he almost couldn't help it, but fortunately, he was not the kind of person who couldn't hold his breath, so he didn't see it.

Now that I have been bombarded with all kinds of confessions from the past, the depression in my heart can be imagined.

Being confessed is naturally a happy thing, but he is a man who is regarded as an aunt, and it is indeed not very beautiful.

After thinking about it, he still secretly sent a WeChat message to Wen Gu, "You like me?" Then he nodded in satisfaction.

Originally, he was still immersed in the worship of idols, but he was suddenly interrupted by Su Qihua's words, and rolled his eyes a little depressedly, and then he took the information over, "What nonsense?" "Inexplicable.

Su Qihua didn't feel embarrassed when he saw this, but felt that he was in a very good mood, and the corners of his mouth were crooked, as if he had been infected by something, "Didn't you confess to me in the circle of friends just now?" To be honest, Su Qihua is not worried at all that Wen will feel that he is scorching.

After observing it in the past few days, he felt that he had already learned about his urine, and at most he would just hit the name.

Sure enough.

When Wen Gu saw Su Qihua's words with a little ridicule, he subconsciously felt that it was just Su Qihua joking, but he smiled shallowly, "Yes, your name is Su Qihua, and it can be regarded as fate." After all, Su Qihua is not similar to the scorching Qihua in her brain.

It's no wonder that Wen Gu thinks so.

No matter how you look at Su Qihua, he is a young man, and it is not like he can write such vicissitudes of words.

Only then did he remember that he and Su Qihua seemed to have not seen each other for a long time, although they hadn't known each other for long, they also had the heart to get together together, and after brewing the wording, he sent an invitation to Su Qihua euphemistically, "Eh, are you busy now, if you are not busy, you will come to the party." ”

Su Qihua's hand trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

Then I heard an elegant female voice in my ears, accompanied by the sound of high heels, getting closer and closer, "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

"It's fine." Su Qihua reacted quickly, with a calm look, then squinted at the phone screen again, and said, "Wait for me." ”

After sending another apologetic text message to Wen Gu, he put away his phone and walked to his villa side by side with his sister.

However, the review over there was stunned for a moment.

Over there, Su Qihua has always been very straightforward, and he seems to be a little apologetic, it doesn't seem to be looking for an excuse, "I'm sorry, I haven't been here for a few days, the distance is a little bit, I'm afraid it's too late, or next time." ”

After thinking about it, perhaps, as fate would have it, she should go to the codeword! ――

In the past few days, the days of reminiscing have been boring or boring.

Every day, I was mechanically tapping at the computer keyboard, until one day, the syrup-syrup master who had been on vacation finally came online.

A little emotionally poked open the conversation window of the syrup.,Sure enough, it's already a state of work.,I couldn't help but bend the corners of my mouth.,Send a few cute words over.,It's as if you can sell it all the time without scruples.,"Syrup-syrup~~"

At the end of the day, I still can't stand the petty temperament.

In fact, I've been writing online articles for so many years.,For those recommended places or something, I should have been indifferent.,But although she told sù again and again not to care.,Every time I see a new book in the same period on the home page or a client.,It's inevitable that I'm still a little sad in my heart.。

She was envious and jealous, and even more jealous of those who were still there with good recommendations, and disliked the bad results.

And what about her?

Not a single edge or corner.

"Huh?" Syrup's reply was quick, and there seemed to be a little doubt in his words, as if he was a little surprised how Wen had come to him so early.

Seeing that Syrup had replied, he was still a little angry in his heart, "Syrup, did you forget the baby?" "I didn't give a recommendation for so long before, but now I still let her run naked.

Those new books of the same period, obviously there are many who are worse than her at the beginning, but because they have hung a lot of recommendations, they have now dumped her several streets.

Anyway, she'd already exposed her true nature in front of Syrup, didn't she?

The bone fingers of the computer were clearly fingered and his hands paused slightly, "I haven't forgotten." He remembered it so clearly, where it could be so easy to forget!!!

After seeing this sentence, the mood of the review was obviously not calm.

She wanted to yell directly, "Since you remember, then arrange a recommendation seat for me!" "I treated her so badly before, and now I want to continue like this.

However, it was clear to him that he couldn't do that.

Therefore, he still put away his sharp claws and said softly, "When will the baby's test push come?" After that, it was accompanied by that extremely aggrieved expression.

Even if he was chatting on the Internet, Su Qihua could imagine the appearance of being angry and ruined, and he didn't know how to get it, but he was a little more unhappy, but he still adhered to professional ethics and asked, "How many words are there now?" How many manuscripts are in storage? "I was on vacation some time ago, but I really didn't notice.

The syrup's words inexplicably calmed Wen Gu's heart, and then slowly clicked into his draft box and counted, "80,000 have been sent and saved until the end of the month." "I'm afraid that the syrup won't believe it, so I took a screenshot of the past.

The other end was silent, not knowing if he was busy or thinking about something.

Anyway, it makes Wen feel that the whole person is not very good.

After about ten minutes, I received an official reply from Syrup, and I felt a little bitter, "Well, you should code the words first, and I will discuss it later." This is vague and a little incomprehensible.

I didn't understand it, and after thinking about it for a while, I figured out a little bit of it.

And then there was a little more disappointment with the syrup.