Ji Yining is not used to typing on the computer, but it is difficult to find paper and pen here, and even if there is, she has to find another table.

However, there was finally an opportunity for two people to sit on the same sofa, and she naturally did not waste it.

I wish I had sat closer, and I would be stupid enough to run to the table.

After reading a document at night, Bo Xiu saw that it was quiet next to her, and thought that she couldn't hold on to falling asleep.

turned his head to the side, but saw Ji Yining's bitter and bitter eyes staring at the keyboard, his white and dazzling slender index finger was lit on the keyboard for a while, and he scratched his head from time to time, obviously very distressed.

The man frowned slightly, didn't understand what she was doing, raised his eyes and looked at her computer screen, it turned out that she was pinyin, five minutes later, she only typed a few words.

"Don't type often?"

Ji Yining was struggling with the 26 letters, and coldly heard a voice from the side, and subconsciously said: "Yes, I have almost never used a computer to type before," she paused and blinked, "Brother, how do you see it?" ”

Bo Xiuye was silent for a moment, looking at her confused expression, but still planned to tell the truth: "Tangtang typing is like a disability for you." After speaking, he paused, recalled the picture just now, and added: "Wrong, he is much better than you." ”

"......" Ji Yining didn't want to lose face in front of the person he liked, so he coughed lightly, "Don't look at me for typing slowly, but I can still write quite quickly." ”

Bo Xiuye didn't argue with her, his eyes were deep and staring at the "Chapter 124" on her screen, paused, and thoughtfully: "Writing a book?" ”

Ji Yining wanted to deny it, worried that he would be like the old man, feeling that writing books was not a proper job.

Of course, the old man thinks that the work is serious or not, and it depends on the income.

Before, when Ji Yining was still a little transparent, the old man wanted to drive her to the company every day.

But Ji Yining was born to like romantic fantasy free work, refused to be a subordinate to Ji Huai, lived a rigid life from 9 to 5, and spent a long time with the old man.

In the end, after her income barely let the old man see it, the old man completely gave up persuading her.

was told by the old man every day that this job has no future, but Ji Yining can still dismiss it frankly, saying that there is no distinction between high and low work, and it is good if you like it.

But now that he was asked by Bo Xiuye, Ji Yining thought of his contract of tens of millions of minutes per minute, and thought about his poor manuscript fee.

Inexplicably a little ashamed.

No, this must not be said to be her job.

Otherwise, this income gap is so big.

What if he says she can't afford to support him?

"It's not...... I'm just writing for fun. Ji Yining planned to interrupt ambiguously, "Anyway, if you're idle, you're idle." ”

"It's good," the man nodded, Ji Yining didn't let go of his breath, he asked again, "What type?" ”

This already involves privacy, and it will be embarrassing for everyone, but Ji Yining can only panic, very panicked, for fear of ruining the image in Bo Xiuye's heart.

Her eyes wandered, and she hesitated: "Just... Just some ordinary romance, what kind of life and death sadomasochism, the beautiful love between the hero and heroine. ”

As soon as the lie came out, it was much smoother, and her expression was quite sincere: "You know, we are a cute little girl, and I like this type the most." ”

It's good, it's steady, it's going to win.

You are the cutest of all.

Ji Yining thought expressionlessly.