An Hanchen sat on the sofa and let Song Rongcheng play freely. His eyes seem to say, go and see what kind of results you can get.

Song Rongcheng took two steps, then turned around. "No, Han Chen, does my sister-in-law really want to drive me away?" looked like he somewhat believed An Hanchen's words.

"What do you think? Ask for yourself. An Hanchen raised his eyebrows.

As soon as Song Rongcheng was desperate, he asked, who is afraid of whom?

Bai Yumo's fingers paused on the keyboard, and then pressed the words on the keyboard like a dance. I don't know if it's because of illness, but I seem to have a lot of stories in my head. Inspiration also flows outward like a spring.

It's a whole new story she conceived.

The story about a man who doesn't believe in love and a woman who doesn't believe in love, in fact, she knows very well in her own heart that she has actually written the story of Xia Yu into her.

It's a story and a reality.

In fact, in this world, the reality is often more brutal and complex.

Just as she was about to continue writing, Song Rongcheng rushed in, still in the same position as she had been a few days ago, kneeling in front of her bed, her eyes looking pitiful.

"Little sister-in-law, Han Chen said you want to drive me away?" All that's left is tears.

Bai Yumo stopped typing, and she thought about what Han Chen said. Sure enough, Song Rongcheng really came to beg for himself. "It's not in a hurry, but you can't always be here."

Song Rongcheng lowered his face. "Little sister-in-law, I won't stay long."

Song Rongcheng looked more and more pitiful, and Bai Yumo couldn't stand it. He looked up, wanting to say something. Song Rongcheng is going on a blind date, and she wants to go to see it. She thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Song, I think you should throw away your rotten peach blossoms." ”

Rotten peach blossoms.

These three words also seem to stand out.

Bai Yumo couldn't help but think of her rotten peach blossoms, and An Yiyan was one of them. He hides his identity and just wants to prepare for a stable life. And An Yiyan, an originally bright peach blossom suddenly rotted, and it rotted completely.

This peach blossom is rotten, so she didn't want it for a long time.

And turned around and met a peach blossom in an instant. This peach blossom is a cold-faced peach blossom An Hanchen.

She rejects Peach Blossom, but Peach Blossom is stubborn and has to follow her. In the end, I was finally moved and thought that it was a good peach blossom, but the peach blossom also rotted later.

Then there is a warm peach blossom - Wu Di. She wanted to live the love life of Sanmao and Jose, but before that she was separated by the cold peach blossoms.

Now that I think about it, Bai Yumo doesn't think that she has encountered any good marriage.

The peach blossoms rotted one after another.

When Bai Yumo said this, he was very embarrassed when he mentioned Song Rongcheng. "Little sister-in-law, since it's a rotten peach blossom, what should I do?"

"Mr. Song, you have received a lot of calls at my house these days. These calls are not all from men, there must be calls from women. "It's a fact. As soon as Song Rongcheng brought the fruit in, he answered the phone twice. In fact, even Song Rongcheng couldn't think of it. He changed his number. How did those women know his new number?

He smiled awkwardly. "It's all bad debts from the past."

"Since it's a bad debt, why don't you deal with it? Don't say you don't know where Xiaoyu is now. Even if you knew, would you still have to go to her with bad debts? Bai Yumo asked.

As soon as he said this, Song Rongcheng was embarrassed to speak again.

Just said, "Little sister-in-law, I won't lie to you." Light rain is different for me. I didn't understand it before. Now I understand that I will never give up on her, whether she wants to forgive me or not. ”

He said it so sincerely.

Bai Yumo was a little convinced. Nodding. "Well, I promise you, if I have news of her, I will tell you."

"Okay."

With Bai Yumo's promise, Song Rongcheng finally let go. Despite his reluctance, he left.

When leaving, Song Rongcheng said meaningfully to An Hanchen: "When I left in the past two days, you finally gave me a smile. ”

"That's not for you." An Hanchen responded with a faint smile.

The smile was faint, but it couldn't hide the joy.

Walking to the door and opening the door, Song Rongcheng couldn't help but go back to say hello: "I'm curious, when you sleep with your sister-in-law all day, will ...... happen?"

Before he finished speaking, the door that was pushed out by An Hanchen slammed shut.

An Hanchen didn't go to the bedroom, he knew that Bai Yumo was writing now, and he didn't want to disturb at this time, so he was very uneasy.

In my heart, there was a feeling of Song Rongcheng's last words. Don't say what's going on. There was not even a chance to kiss. Even when he was holding the book, he only sneaked his little hand.

It's sad to think about it. Apparently my wife and I are legally married. Now, when he touched her hand, he had to sneak around.

He sat on the sofa, and then took a computer from the study, which contained the documents uploaded by Secretary Liu, so he began to feel at ease.

Full of harmony.

It's a strange harmony that doesn't talk to each other, but does its own thing through the door.

So one afternoon later, after dinner, An Hanchen thought carefully about Song Rongcheng's words in the evening, thinking that nothing would happen, but the two had to have some contact.

Even a kiss will do.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

Bai Yumo was very uncomfortable, she turned on the computer, thinking about ignoring the people around her and concentrating on coding words. However, how could such a person who was supposed to be alive just look at her? "Hmmm......"

"What?"

"Hmmm......"

An Hanchen walked closer, his face was full of smiles, and his voice seemed to contain love for Shili Peach Blossom. "Yumo, I read another good book today, do you want to hear it?"

Because this is a good book, Bai Yumo must be interested. However, the distance between these two people is really close. She curled her neck and replied, "What kind of book is this?" ”

An Hanchen said, "This book? It seems to me that on the internet, it has not yet been published, but it is certain that this must be a good book and will definitely be published in the future. ”

As he spoke, his eyes were full of cunning.

The wolf looked at the lamb.

"What book?"

Bai Yumo asked again, and always felt that there were a lot of subtexts in An Hanchen's words. Unfortunately, she didn't know An Hanchen's intentions.

An Hanchen turned on his mobile phone, opened a radio station, typed in the name of the work, smiled deeply, and then handed the phone to Bai Yumo: "Hey, this is "Domineering President, Go Away", I think this book is very interesting." ”

Bai Yumo's heart exploded.

Isn't that what I recently serialized online? For that intimate scene, she spent a lot of brains.

How could An Hanchen know about herself, she never told An Hanchen his pen name?

In addition, writing this book is entirely my hobby, my own love fantasy, and I never thought that this book could achieve particularly good results.

It was a shame to be read aloud by An Hanchen in front of him.

For a moment, she had a lot of thoughts in her head, and finally she wondered if she was too stupid. An Hanchen did not say that she wrote the book herself. Maybe An Hanchen didn't know.

With this in mind, Bai Yumo decided to pretend to be deaf and dumb first. She turned two pages of the book and said, "It's okay to write." ”

How dare you boast that you write well?

"Really?" An Hanchen picked up his phone and flipped it to a chapter, which was also a prelude to an intimate scene. He smiled and frowned, and recommended to Bai Yumo: "I think the author of this chapter is particularly well written. ”

Bai Yumo felt more and more ashamed, but he could only look at his scalp, look at it perfunctorily, and then said, "I think it's just average, nothing special." ”

Talking, a little focused on thinking, too lazy to pay attention to the topic! Nonsense, it's all written by yourself, don't you know how many pounds and taels it is?

She vaguely suspected that An Hanchen actually knew that she was here to test herself, but now she pretended to be deaf and dumb and couldn't slap her face.

"Have you looked closely?" An Hanchen asked with a smile.

"Oh."

"Hey." An Hanchen sighed hypocritically. "The level of writing of the author is quite good. The only downside is the intimacy scene. The scene ends when the lamp is pulled alone. How will readers be satisfied? ”

He sighed and shook his head, as if he was very sorry for this.

"Good work doesn't get attracted because of intimacy." Bai Yumo argued in a low voice.

"At first glance, this author has no experience, so there is no way to write a good intimate scene?" An Hanchen raised his eyebrows and asked with a hint of teasing.

A red cloud instantly crept up on his cheeks.

Bai Yumo whispered: "Then you have to ask the author." ”

She hated An Hanchen so much that every word seemed to drag her into a big hole.

An Hanchen nodded thoughtfully. "It's true. In the end, the author has to answer himself to get the result. He added: "Well, I'll ask Secretary Liu to go to the website to find out who the author is." ”

Seeing that he really wanted to call, Bai Yumo panicked, which is not good. Even if An Hanchen was tempted, she didn't want more people to know that she wrote it herself.

She reached out and pulled An Hanchen's arm.

Before the phone was dialed, An Hanchen showed a confused expression. "Yumo, what's wrong?"

"Uh. This doesn't need to be asked. "It's just an ordinary writer, and her work isn't very good," she said. Why ask? ”

"I'm very confused by the author's omission of intimacy scenes." An Hanchen put down the phone, his eyes full of cunning.

"There is nothing to doubt about this. Perhaps, the author is not inexperienced, but just wants to leave a blank imagination and deliberately does not write. Bai Yumo stared at the black and white bedding, hoping that her defense was a little convincing.

"Oh yes." An Hanchen asked again, "Yumo, I remember that Yumo also wrote." How did you write this kind of scenario? ”

"I. I'll write whatever I want. ”

Bai Yumo knew that this topic should not continue. An Hanchen dug a hole and let himself jump in. She's not stupid. Why did she jump step by step along An Hanchen's words until she was buried deep in the soil?

So he pulled up the futon, covered it up, and said, "I want to write more, can I?"

An Hanchen sat motionless, still looking at what was written on his phone.

He didn't seem to hear Bai Yumo's words, and said, "I think I still need to meet this writer." Well, you're busy with yours, I'll inquire about this author. I think she should be able to write. ”

After that, he glanced at Bai Yumo, glanced at it, and then prepared to stand up.