Uh, has Su Qihua seen through it?

Wen Gu puffed out his eyes, and then he really broke the jar.

"That syrup-syrup-sama" she thought for a moment, as if she was brewing a better wording.

It's just that this is the same in Su Qihua's opinion, and the cold appearance has always been covered with a warm temperature," he said. Although he thinks that it is quite good to look coquettish.

Belch.

The old pouted and did not understand the amorous feelings.

"Don't you have a million manuscripts in reserve?" The old eyes rolled, a million words, how many months is this update, if you wait for Su Qihua to release a few thousand words every day, it won't be easy to dig out, right?

So, after some careful consideration, I decided to ask Su Qihua, who had enough manuscripts, to save the manuscript, as long as I could read it, it was too sad to chase books and update them every day.

Su Qihua looked sideways, hummed silently, and then felt that something was wrong, and always felt that nothing good would happen.

But he didn't speak, just stood there quietly, his gaze falling lightly on Wen Shu's face, as if he was signaling to her, and continued.

Of course, I have to continue to talk about it, but I have thought of several versions of the rhetoric in my heart, some are direct, euphemistic, subtle, and humorous

"Syrup-syrup-syrup, please pack and save the manuscript!" The implication was that she was going to see it.

Su Qihua was silent, and then glanced at Wen Gu lightly, and a few smiles appeared in his eyes.

Wen thought that Su Dashen had agreed, and was thinking that he could have a good time tonight. Then she heard the man's low but clear voice, "Goodbye." ”

After Su Qihua said this, he really left without turning his head. Left a blank look of reminiscence.

Rather than talking blankly, the word bewilderment seems to be more appropriate.

Wen subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but when he saw Su Qihua with his back to her waving at her, he dispelled this idea.

It doesn't matter, it's okay to be harassed on WeChat later-

After washing up in a hurry, the harassment mode was turned on.

However, it soon became clear that her quick movements were useless. Because Su Qihua was still in a state of no response, Wen was a little annoyed and continued to poke.

I don't know if it's a coincidence. Every time Su Qihua received a message from the past, he was taking a bath.

Although the voice was faintly audible, it was impossible to reply quickly.

It's like now, and I'm still in a hurry. Su Qihua had just finished taking a shower. Wrapped in a pure white bathrobe, the droplets of water on the ink hair slipped down one by one, blending into the bathrobe and the floor.

I have long known Wen Gu's character, Su Qihua was not surprised when he opened the information and flipped through it, after thinking about it, he still didn't express his position, and sent a smiling expression to Wen Gu.

Finally replied! Although it's just an expression.

So Wen Gu clicked into the mobile phone and typed several paragraphs over.

Su Qihua did not reply. Finally, I turned on the computer and sent a document to the review.

It's not a million, though. It's 10,000 words.

"Huh?" Looking back, Su Qihua has risen to a higher height in his heart.

In fact, I have always liked Su Qihua's style.

In terms of attitudes towards people.

In the memory of the past, Su Qihua is the kind of warm man, who can always give unexpected surprises at some point, he doesn't say a lot of love words, but often uses actions to express his feelings.

However, at the beginning, Wen thought that Su Qihua treated everyone like this, and once treated him as a central air conditioner, until they worked together and found that his gentleness and carefulness did not seem to be directed at everyone.

It was as if it was for her to have it alone.

What I like most is Su Qihua's point.

It's like the male protagonist in the novel.,When you decide who to be good to.,You'll always be pampered.,Only good for one girl.,Everyone else is cold.。

After working in the past few days, I found that the people in the editorial department felt that Su Qihua was very cold.

But she thinks that this is the real warm man.

Hui Yu silently praised Su Qihua in his heart, and then went directly to see the manuscript sent by Su Qihua.

Su Qihua on the other side found that after receiving the document, he did not reply, and he was depressed in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, I believe that in a few minutes, the old will be back.

Su Qihua still has this confidence.

So someone was patient, turned on the computer and coded for a while, and it didn't take long to receive a warm reply, which seemed to have a bit of a sad taste, which made him laugh, "Lord Syrup, why is there only 10,000?" ”

As soon as I got Su Qihua's manuscript, I began to read it, and when I saw the wonderful place, it was gone, gone.

At this time, I remembered that Su Qihua, who was ignored by myself when I got the manuscript, hurriedly looked for it, wondering if it was a leak.

Su Qihua pursed his lips, his faint smile shone gently under the light of the crystal lamp, he took a leisurely sip of tea, and then slowly replied, "I didn't say that I would give you a million." "Actually, it's not that I don't want to give, but I'm afraid that I'll have to get an all-nighter again.

Quiet and silent.

After hesitating for a while, he sent a pitiful expression, hoping that Su Qihua could be considerate.

Su Qihua's fingertips paused slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the pitiful appearance of the tears, and his heart was already half soft.

However, it still doesn't work!

Afraid that he would be cranky in his old days, Su Qihua simply began to explain, "I'll give you 10,000 words a day." His tone was leisurely and natural.

But I like his writing, which is not bad.

"Why?" Hui was a little unhappy, and without thinking about it, he directly asked questions.

10,000 a day, he doesn't feel tired, and she herself dislikes to hang her appetite.

Su Qihua smiled and said sharply, "Do you still want to sleep when you go to work tomorrow?" "This clearly means that if you give it to you, you will have to stay up late.

Su Qihua didn't want this, so he still planned to give it to Wen in batches.

Ten thousand a day is already merciful, right?

Seeing Su Qihua's rhetorical question, Wen Gu's heart jumped, and he became inexplicably empty-hearted, "I don't want to." "So it seems unlikely that you want to knock on the one million manuscripts with Su Qihua.

Wen had no choice but to sigh in resignation, and the words changed, "But Lord Syrup, there is a typo." This time, she smiled at the old time, after all, she also knew Su Qihua's obsessive-compulsive disorder, the kind that must be corrected when she sees a typo.

It's just that Su Qihua's reaction was not quite the same as she expected.

She thought that Su Qihua would ask her anxiously where the typo was.

But no.

(To be continued.) )