Seeing that she didn't have the slightest intention of seeking her own help, Shen Moliang kindly reminded: "If you can't do it, don't be reckless." ”

Gu Qingyan glanced at him, then turned his head hatefully, "I can't do what you said." "I'm just going to prove to you that I can do it!

Gu Qingyan picked up the spoon again......

In the end, she almost splashed herself, if she hadn't moved fast, I'm afraid she would have to change her clothes......

Gu Qingyan lowered her head and was silent, she could already feel the corners of Shen Moliang's slightly mocking raised mouth.

Shen Moliang chuckled, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and with a force of his arm, he hugged Gu Qingyan and sat on his lap.

His movements were so fast that Gu Qingyan didn't even have time to exclaim, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already sitting firmly on Shen Moliang's lap.

Shen Moliang reached out and picked up the bowl of porridge on the table, picked up the spoon with the other hand, and brought it to her.

Gu Qingyan hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth to drink.

Then, Shen Moliang took a bite to ...... Feed her and drink the bowl of porridge......

After that, she picked up the chopsticks again, and she didn't even need to ask what she wanted to eat, and everything she wanted to eat was in front of her.

During the whole process, she didn't even move her hands, as long as she opened her mouth throughout the whole process, she was gone.

Gu Qingyan was thinking, could it be that this is the day when clothes come to reach out and food comes to open their mouths? Is she going to live like this in the future?

After breakfast, it was already half past nine, and Shen Moliang went out to the company.

Gu Qingyan, an unemployed vagrant, ah no, she is still employed, isn't it her job to write novels.

Well, she, a great writer, went back to the bedroom with the computer in her arms.

I turned on the computer, and the news poured in.

[Mints: Hey, hey, my little ancestor, today is the last day of the writer's Black Horse Race, why are you only the third, do you still want the prize!? 】

Gu Qingyan suddenly felt tired, obviously there were many other authors under Lou Yan's hands, but why did he only grab her and bombard her every time?

Could it be because she is the best one under Lou Yan's hands?

Or is it because she only has her tireless reply to Lou Yan's messages every time?

If it was because of this, then Gu Qingyan swore that except for some important information, she would never pay attention to Lou Yan next time!

Although she thought so, Gu Qingyan still replied to her obediently.

[Qingqing Zijin: Anla~ The manuscript in my manuscript box is enough for me to rush to the first, don't worry about Ang. 】

Lou Yan's mood calmed down a little.

[Mints: Okay, okay, don't embarrass me, my bonus this month is up to you. 】

[Qingqing Zijin: Uh-huh, I know, I won't let you down. \/Well-behaved face】

After solving the "" of Lou Yan, Gu Qingyan glanced at the activity time, which didn't end until two o'clock in the afternoon.

Don't be in a hurry, she has to wait until the last ten minutes to send out all the manuscripts, let Xia Yunjin jump for a while, and pour a basin of cold water on her when she is the happiest......

After making up his mind, Gu Qingyan was not in a hurry to code words, but chose to go to places like the book circle to wander around.

And sharp-eyed she saw a post in the forum at a glance, it was not very early, just this morning, a few hours ago, but in a moment, this post was almost at the top.