Liang Luo clicked on the V-blog dialog box where the two of them only had two private chats, "Did you forget to give me back your sunglasses?" ’

After sending it, my heart was beating non-stop for some reason, so I held my phone tightly to my chest and closed my eyes and waited.

After a long time, she almost fell asleep, and her phone vibrated twice in her chest.

The Internet is a thread, 'Liang Luo, I said that you still don't admit it, and a pair of sunglasses has never forgotten until now. ’

I originally wanted to be a love token, but I didn't expect the little girl to go back.

Liang Luo, 'The sunglasses were given by a very important person, how could I not remember, don't talk nonsense, make an appointment.' ’

Important people...

The man on the other end of the phone is not calm, what important person? Who is the important person of the little girl?

Male? Female?

Typing a string of words and deleting them, back and forth.

The network is a thread, 'add me ********'

Liang Luo looked at the familiar WeChat avatar and flashed a trace of surprise.

I took the comics he drew a few years ago, do you like it so much?

The other person has added you as a friend and can now start chatting.

Liang Luo: ?

Lu Xingheng: ?

Liang Luo: ??

Lu Xingheng: ??

Liang Luo: When are you free, by the way, you will also pay back the meal I owe you.

Lu Xingheng: When did Liang pick up so generous? even took the initiative to mention the matter of eating.

You just pick, your whole family picks!

Liang Luo: My sister is in a good mood, and some people appreciate my talent.

On the other end of the phone, the handsome face that was illuminated by the screen smiled, and sure enough, the little girl was in a good mood, so he followed the meat to eat.

Lu Xingheng: Oh? Who is blind?

Liang Luo: Do you not know how to speak, shut up if you can't speak?

Lu Xingheng: Be careful that someone threatens you again, serve a snack.

Liang Luo: I know that this time I was talking to a woman, and what she wanted to buy was the copyright of other works, and I think she had carefully read my works.

Lu Xingheng: Well, that's good.

After that, the two didn't talk again, Lu Xingheng took a sip of coffee, planned to continue working, thought about it, and turned on his mobile phone again.

Lu Xingheng: Lu Ziyu, what are you doing?

Lu Ziyu: What can you do, it's not like you're helping your little girlfriend print contracts.

Lu Xingheng: Thank you.

Lu Xingheng: Looking for her to buy copyrights.

Lu Ziyu: It's okay, it's not to help you anyway, it's to help your little girlfriend.

Lu Ziyu: Besides, now that Guoman is in the wind, her works have been researched and planned by our team, and they are indeed rare and good works.

Lu Xingheng: Of course!

Lu Ziyu: Damn, you can't be modest, and I'm not praising you!

Lu Xingheng: It's the same.

Lu Ziyu: ...........

Lu Xingheng threw his mobile phone aside, supported his head with one hand, and skillfully turned the pen with the other.

Little girl important person?

Could it be her parents?

Will Mom and Dad give sunglasses?

Friend?

What friends?

I thought about it for a while, but to no avail, I grabbed my phone again, and clicked on the little girl's smiling avatar, "How important are very important people?" ’

The night was silent, and the stones sank into the sea.

Liang Luo woke up from a perfect dream, the black hair like a waterfall spread out on a pillow, the skin was smooth and translucent like a shelled egg, the long eyelashes blinked, closed his eyes again, and hummed twice in his mouth.

The slender jade hand habitually scooped the mobile phone at the bedside, and there was a message lying inside.

Lu Xingheng: How important are very important people?

What is he talking about?

Liang Luo thought about it for a long time, and his confused brain couldn't remember the message he sent yesterday.

Liang Luo: ?

It was another sleepless man sitting in the study, watching the cigarette butt go out.

In the past few years, he has rarely stayed up late, and this time he stayed up late, and he didn't move his pen.

Until the phone buzzes and snuffs out the cigarette butt.

Lu Xingheng: ?

Liang Luo: ???

Lu Xingheng: ??