When Wen Gu heard this, he was surprised for a while, and then felt that Su Qihua was just saying a polite remark when he wanted to work, so he didn't put it down in his heart, and said a shallow word as a response.

Su Qihua didn't have any expression, stared at Wen Gu for a while, and then leisurely withdrew his gaze, turned around and left without warning, leaving Wen Gu alone at the door, stupid and not coming back to his senses.

Wen frowned inexplicably, she still planned to make up for a nap, but she was completely sleepy when she was made by Su Qihua, so she had to rub her eyes, and reluctantly began to think of a new book.

Since the moment he collapsed in bed last night, he had been thinking about it for a long time, but he still had no clue.

Indeed, lack of inspiration can be a difficult thing for a professional writer.

Wen didn't plan to ask about the syrup, because she had been looking for people so often recently, and I was afraid that the syrup adults would be familiar with her, and she used to have to brush up on the zài sense just because she was afraid that the syrup adults would forget her, but now that she's finished, even if she really sells cute, it's probably useless.

So, I decided to wait for the new book to go to the syrup master to save the zài feeling.

Without the pressure of renewal, the old life began to be idle, and occasionally went to the water group, and some people were surprised by her quick finish, so tempting to ask her again, how the new book was prepared.

For these, Wen Su smiled and didn't say anything, anyway, she didn't panic anymore-

On this day, Wen was still there in the water group, and once again heard an inquiry about a new book, and his heart was naturally a little more depressed.

In fact, it's not that she is hiding, but that there is really no brain hole to open a book, and the only one that has inspiration is the story of the editor.

However, as a small street fighter, how could she dare to open that kind of book and die in the syrup, so when this idea was not formed, she was strangled into the cradle.

It's just that it's not a way to be lazy like this.,It's going to be the end of the year.,Syrup-syrup is estimated to be on vacation soon.,If she doesn't open a new book soon.,I'm afraid she won't be able to catch up with the contract.。

She blinked, and then she spoke her thoughts.

Replying to the old was a flurry of groaning sounds.

Wen wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and sure enough, he knew that this idea was not okay, so he could only imagine it in his heart.

Just when Wen Gu also felt that his brain hole was a little unbelievable, the expressions of the friends over there were completely different, and then Wen Gu saw a burst of voices urging to post.

Reminiscence, "......"

After hesitating for a while, I saw that the group of friends who wrote the article had become normal, so he slowly typed and sent it over, "So you like this very much?" "There's so much uncertainty in this line.

The answer is naturally yes.

Wen Gu was a little worried, and the mood that was going to strangle the text in the cradle became different, but Wen Gu felt that the reason that those people liked it was that they were also writers, so they naturally looked forward to the kind of story that overturned the editor, but what about the editor, what should other readers think?

She always felt that things shouldn't have been settled in such a hurry, but if such an inspiration was not made, let alone someone else, even she felt unhappy.

Then, under the advice of the friends on the left sentence after sentence, they synthesized their ideas little by little.

To sum up, it is not only necessary to open a book, but also to open it with a syrup on your back.

At first, I would still wonder why I did this, but then I gradually understood, after all, such a theme will definitely make people feel that it is a special compliment, and if it is opened with a large number, it may be scolded and scolded.

"But why do you want to carry the syrup-syrup?" After being puzzled for a long time, she still didn't have a clue, so she typed it and sent it over, hoping that someone would explain it to her.

The meaning of those people is very simple, Syrup-syrup is a soft and cute girl, you wrote her like that, do you expect her to love you?

After looking at the message sent by the other party, he actually felt that it made sense.

Although Lord Syrup still occasionally takes care of her recently, if she really writes like that, I'm afraid it will really be hopeless.

If it is discovered. Let's wait until it's discovered.

So after making up his mind, he was ready to register for a small number to open a book.

Reverence once heard that the editor of a certain group, Master Milkshake, was a handsome little guy who loved to pretend to be a soft girl, extremely gentle and easy to hook up, so she felt that her new book should be opened in Milkshake.

It's much better than this syrup-syrup-sama who almost blocked her.

It's just that before she had time to turn off the conversation, she was attracted by a sentence, and then she rubbed her eyes again, making sure that she was not mistaken, and then the whole person was not very good.

The nemesis is going to open a new book!

In fact, the thing that has always made Wen Su very entangled is that she came to Syrup's hand to write a novel when she was about the same time as her rival, and she has never won the recommendation position of Wen Gu, and it is normal to run naked for a month, but people are really different, obviously subscribed to the same as her, but it is easy to push constantly.

The old man has long held back a handful of resentment in his heart.

Then the determination to go to the milkshake group is even stronger, after all, every time she bumps into her nemesis's new book, and under the syrup-syrup's various pushes against her nemesis, she always loses perfectly.

It was obviously winter, but today's sunlight suddenly became very strong, and even if Wen had been staying in the house, she felt a lot of heat, which made her head a little groggy.

I turned off the computer a little irritably, and I was going to take a shower to get comfortable, when I received a phone call.

After answering, Song Xingchen's weak voice became full of ears, shallow, but still extremely moving, "Have you bought clothes?" ”

Huh?

But he didn't react for a while, what clothes?

There was a little more helplessness in the voice over there, but a slight sound, as if he was depressed about something, which made Wen Su stunned for a while.

"Don't tell me that I haven't bought clothes for the New Year." Song Xingchen steadied himself, trying not to sound so broken.

Belch.

Only then did she remember that it was about to end the year, but she had no sense of time, and there were a lot of pairs hanging in the wardrobe at home, but she really hadn't bought them yet, "Yes." ”