But now it's time to rest.,If I ask a question about a work.,I shouldn't get a reply.,So,If she goes to Lala's home.,There shouldn't be.,There won't be any response.。

After thinking about it for a while, he finally took back his phone and decided to harass the editor when it was time to go to work.

However, Su Qihua over there is indeed a little hesitant, no matter what, he should figure things out, where have I seen a writer and the editorial room have a grudge, as Zhou Jin said, there must be a misunderstanding in this.

However, after a few moments of movement on the screen of his subordinates, he paused again, and finally deleted the edited information.

Anyway, it won't take long for this little author to come to him with all kinds of questions, and it wouldn't be good for him to mention it in passing when the time comes.

In this way, two people who don't know each other in reality actually reach a consensus very rarely.

It was not too early to see the sky, but the lights on the side of the road became extremely bright, as if gathering the most beautiful light in the world.

She went to the stall and ordered some food, eating as she went.

In fact, I'm also depressed.,Is it useful to sell cuteness like this?,In fact, her novel is almost over.,It's estimated that it's almost the same after getting this month's full attendance.,So,She should be laying the foundation for the recommendation of the new book now.,That's why I'm desperate to sell cute.。

I just don't know if Lord Syrup can read her heart.

By the time I get home, it's almost time to sleep, but as an online writer, nothing is missing my imagination.

Because the old book here in Syrup-syrup is almost finished, and the outline is finished, so there is no need to think about the plot like this, as long as it can be written.

Now the problem lies in the new book.

So far, there is still no inspiration, after all, there are very few extravagant things like inspiration, but even if there is no inspiration, the book is still correct.

So Wen Gu lay on the bed and looked at the phone for a long time, waiting for the sleepiness to slowly spread, so that she had a little clue, or, she should be able to write about the things between herself and the syrup adult, pounce on the soft editor, there is nothing more loving than this.

Though...... It is very likely that he will be pulled into the small dark room by the syrup adult.

Wen Yu frowned first, after all, as a writer, write well and then edit where to sell cute, the recommendation position will be better, but if she offends, she should have offended the syrup adult a long time ago, even if she really entered the small black room, it was not after watching it.

Thinking of this, Wen regained his courage again, and then fell asleep.

A good night's sleep.

She was awakened by the morning sun, she couldn't help but be stunned, and what she thought in her heart was that the sun would come out in such a big winter, which was also simple.

As a full-time writer, the life of the past is nothing more than code words and code words, and when she saw the empty home, she still couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

I remember when she was very young, she was always shrunk in the arms of her parents, and the TV and computer were untouchable, unlike now, those people don't know where to look for them, even if she coded all night, I'm afraid no one will come over to express a concern.

No, there is one person who will, Song Xingchen.

Wen never thought that he who was used to this qiē would actually shed tears, so he immediately took out a few tissues to wipe his cheeks clean, and then turned on the computer codeword.

However, before the codeword, she also looked at the time and realized that it was almost the end of the month.

Then, it's almost time for this old book to hit the streets.

In life, Wen is not a lucky person, and he has been here alone for a year or two, so the road of the male and female protagonists in the book is not very easy to walk, anyway, there is a problem after a problem is solved.

But because of selfishness, the review still left a very happy ending for the male and female protagonists, just like leaving a very beautiful fantasy for his future.

By the time I finished writing the finale, it was almost afternoon, and I had a problem, and I didn't end it so casually when I started to enter the state codeword, plus this time it's the finale, as long as it takes a little more time, it's almost done.

When the story is done, it feels like the whole world has become lighter.

She originally expected that she should just write until the end of the month.,By the way, she can keep the full attendance of the hundreds of yuan.,But what she didn't expect was that plus the hero's extras.,The number of words has far exceeded that limit.。

After thinking about it, he set it up as a free chapter, which can be regarded as thanking the little angels for their company.

"Ding-dong." It's the sound of the doorbell.

After thinking about it, he finally went to open the door slowly, and his feet were already numb from sitting for too long.

The eye is a takeaway brother, tall and thin, and when he sees Wen, he has a warm smile, as if he can laugh so happily when he sees anyone, "Your takeaway." ”

Don't think about it, this must have been done by Song Xingchen, because apart from him, there would be no other person in this city who would be so good to her.

When Wen Gu closed the door again, he already had an extra takeaway in his hand, Wen Gu ate a few bites and felt that it tasted good, and the fatigue caused by facing the computer was also relieved a lot, and then he took out his mobile phone and was about to send a text message to Song Xingchen, when the call from someone came.

Reminiscence: ......

"How's it going, has the takeout been delivered?" On the other side of the phone, Song Xingchen still had a good voice, as if the weak person had been secretly observing her with his spare eyes.

Wen Gu grinned, "Well, it's delicious." "The focus should be on the warmth.

When Song Xingchen heard this, he seemed to feel more comfortable in his heart, and after a few casual words with Wen Gu, he frowned, "Okay, you can eat quickly, I'll call you later." "It's not good when it's cold.

Wen Gu just hummed for a while, naturally understood Song Xingchen's thoughts, and consciously put down the phone and didn't start eating.

Song Xingchen was originally going to hang up, but when he heard the chewing sound over there, his fingers actually paused slightly in the air, and finally chose to listen to it like that.

It seemed to be eating sweetly over there, and from time to time there would be a few hints of soft groaning, as if he didn't know that Song Xingchen was still listening there.