A table, a plate of vegetables, a bowl of meat, three dishes of barbecue, and a bundle of beer.

The slightly cool autumn mood seemed to be expelled by the warm atmosphere in the food stalls, Qi Jie sat quietly on the stool, and echoed from time to time, and the big writer on that side was foaming at the mouth.

"At that time, I stepped on the desk in the office and punched that guy hard!"

"Good!" The fat-faced girl slapped her hands red.

"This kind of scum has to be dealt with like this!"

"I can also be regarded as exchanging righteousness for friendship, a girl said that she would not participate in the call for papers for the sake of me not to be wronged, I am so cowardly as a big man? What I didn't say, just do it! ”

"!"

The big writer and the fat-faced girl touched the wine bottle, and the two blew on the wine bottle.

Qi Jie took a sip of wine, and the slightly astringent wine flowed in his mouth, and then into his abdomen.

"Don't just drink, eat more."

Belch!

The great writer hugged his stomach, and his face and neck were as red as if they had been roasted by coals.

"Actually...... I asked Qi Jie to participate in the online essay competition, but I couldn't help it! I'm a fucking wretched wretch in a publishing house, and the ringgit is pretending to be grandchildren everywhere. Hiccup, even people like me still want to pretend in front of others, okay, pretend, more than broken, I don't even lose face! ”

The fat-faced girl looked at the gaffe writer with a puzzled face, and then looked at Qi Jie.

"Go settle the bill first, wait for me later."

Qi Jie whispered in a low voice.

The chubby girl made an "OK" gesture and got up to check out.

"You've drunk too much, don't drink it."

Qi Jie's tone was gentle, and then he reached for the beer in front of the great writer.

Syllable!

The hand that was still in the middle of the air was firmly grasped, and the great writer's eyes were red and stared at her.

Qi Jie didn't move or struggle, just looked at him quietly.

In the middle of the sound, the great writer slowly let go of his hand, his eyes were cringinge, and he didn't dare to look at Qi Jie.

"Drinking alcohol hurts your body, it's okay to drink it today, but don't drink it in the future."

Looking at the large glass of beer that Qi Jie put in front of him, as soon as the great writer looked up, he saw that Qi Jie had filled himself with it.

"Don't ...... you"

"You are only allowed to drink, not me."

Qi Jie glared at him with disgust, and then the wine glass was attached to the red lips, and more than a pound of draft beer instantly entered his stomach.

The great writer picked up the wine glass, drank it with a sprinkle, and poured the wine into his mouth like a prison swallowing dates.

He wiped his lips, and the glass slammed down on the table.

After Qi Jie finished drinking, she quietly ate the leftovers on the table.

The moonlight mixed with the light covered her fair face with a yellowish glow, and under the long eyelashes were a pair of serious and focused eyes.

Qi Jie at this moment seems to be God's masterpiece, and the facial features on his face are like stars dotted in the night sky.

Clear and captivating.

The mania in the great writer gradually calmed down, and then followed Qi Jie to eat all the dishes on the plate.

Qi Jie put the chopsticks neatly on the table, raised his head, and looked serious.

Her lips were shiny from the oil.

"Alas!"

The great writer first sighed heavily.

Qi Jie picked up the cigarette that the fat-faced girl had dropped on the table, and then popped out two, one in her mouth and one handed over.

The great writer doesn't smoke, but he takes it anyway and lights it.

Ahem, ahem!

Qi Jie took a puff of cigarette, then spit it out lightly, smiling on her lips.

"Oh!"

"What's upset?" Qi Jie's voice was like water.

"I always thought that I was very high, even if I entered the online literature circle, I had the idea of creating a famous hall and then impressing everyone, but I didn't expect ......"

The great writer does not say that Qi Jie also knows that there are thousands of writers on the street, and she is undoubtedly lucky.

"Do you know why I called you to dinner this time?"

Qi Jie shook his head, and the ash collapsed and fell on the plate because it couldn't bear the weight.

silent

Speechless.

The great writer stared straight at Qi Jie and didn't speak for a long time.

"Straight, we're friends, aren't we?"

"I want to ask you for something!"

The great writer seemed to have made a lot of determination, Qi Jie tilted his head slightly, her hair was like silk, and her roots slid to one side.

“…… Can you help me write an outline for my online article? ”

Autumn winds. Blow gently. The fallen leaves were rolled up, tossed into the air, and then spun around and fell to the ground again.

Sincere!

A car drove by, and the fallen leaves were carried far away by this force, and then fell out of the railing.

"Okay."

Qi Jie nodded.

"What type do you want?"

"Xianxia, I have observed the starting point literature network for several months, Xianxia is a big category, as long as there is an outline, the writing is good, you can get ahead."

"yes, I see."

Qi Jie stood up, and then said with a smile: "Just this little thing makes you drunk, it seems that you have to stay away from you in the future." ”

"You...... Promised? ”

"Well, yes, in fact, I originally planned to write the next book about Xianxia, and we may be at the same time when the time comes."

The great writer licked his lips and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Qi Jie said while packing up her things: "The outline will be sent to you when I write it, change the state during this time, I still prefer you who are sloppy." ”

"This meal is not pleasant, when you really come out, you must invite me again, otherwise, hum!"

The big writer watched Qi Jie finish cleaning up and was about to walk out of the food stall.

"Qi Jie ......"

"Huh?"

The great writer looked at the girl and turned his head in confusion, and after a long time, he shook his head.

"It's fine."

"Oh, that, 8!"

The great writer stood in place, watching Qi Jie disappear into the night.

Is Qi Jie popular now?

Fire!

Her book is already the most limelight of the starting point literature network, and the fire of breaking the sky is not only on the starting point website, but almost all over the Internet!

Someone once calculated that the reward for the book Breaking the Sky alone has exceeded one million Chinese dollars!

Millions!

It is possible that a person will not earn that much in his lifetime.

But it was just that the original little sister had reached a position that many people could not reach in less than a year.

How much is an outline for such an author worth?

No matter how much, it's definitely not something that Don can afford to buy!

But Qi Jie promised to give him a copy because of his words.

Tang Wen smiled self-deprecatingly.

Such a girl, he even fantasized that one day a toad would eat swan meat.

Is he worthy?

Worthy!

Unworthy!

So there are some things that might as well not be said.

Tang Wen staggered to the food stall owner, and was about to settle the bill, but was told that someone had already settled.

Syllable!

A resounding slap in the face rang out from the food stalls.

"Tang Wen, you bastard, you're a bastard!"