"That's good." Ye Heng looked at Ye Ci lying on the bed.

Ye Heng sat next to the bed, his eyes staring at Ye Ci, "Brother, you are only so quiet at this time. ”

Ye Ci listened to the unclear words in a daze, and fell asleep deeply.

After this sleep, it was evening.

When Ye Ci opened his eyes, Ye Heng had just opened the bedroom door, "Brother, it's time to eat." ”

"Oh." Ye Ci looked at Ye Heng blankly, why did he get to bed?

At the dining table,

Yeci eats delicious food, and is very satisfied, not to mention, in fact, there is a younger brother who is a chef, and it is also very good, at least... Meals would be delicious, wouldn't they?

Ye Heng: So I am a cooking tool in your eyes...

"Why don't you eat it?" Ye Heng looked at Ye Ci and stopped his chopsticks and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm full."

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Ye Ci put down his chopsticks contentedly, "Wait a minute, I'll wash the dishes." ”

"No, brother, don't you still have to rush a manuscript?"

"How do you know?" Ye Ci poured two glasses of water, one of which was placed in Ye Heng's hand.

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"

"Uh, really? I know. After drinking the water in the cup, Yeqi ran to the bedroom to catch up with the manuscript.

Although he is just a host of the food column group, he can't bear the leader's liking, and he has to write a 3,000-word manuscript every time he has a holiday, hand it over to the leader, and then publish it in the magazine.

That's right, the TV station where Ye Ci is located is not only a TV station, but he also published a magazine specifically for that place, and it is difficult that not many people have contributed articles, so... The leader of the TV station came up with such an idea, so that the staff of the TV station with good writing will publish a manuscript every week, of course, there is a manuscript fee for those who have passed the draft.

Ye Ci resigned himself to the manuscript, Ye Heng finished washing the dishes, and sat on the bed of Ye Ci and watched Ye Ci stay up late to write the manuscript...

Yeheng: It's a good feeling!

Night Speech: I hate to rush the manuscript!

Author: I'm too... No, no, no, I like...

Next.

Ye Ci needs to go to work, Ye Heng's holiday is still there, Ye Ci sits on the car that Ye Heng bought, with a sleepy face, I didn't sleep until midnight when I was in a hurry to write a manuscript yesterday, and I have to record the show at 10 o'clock today, so uncomfortable.

Ye Qi was drowsy in the car, and Ye Heng drove the car slower and slower.

Fifteen minutes later, a hurried bell rang, and Ye Ci woke up, Ye Ci blinked his eyes and looked at Ye Heng, "Have you arrived?" ”

"Not yet."

"How is it possible, I usually get there in fifteen minutes by bus."

"You usually take the bus like this?" The sound of the night ringing sounded.

"It's... Oh, yes. Yeci tightened the zipper on his body, why did he feel a little cold?

"You can sleep a little longer, and I'll call you when it's time." Ye Heng took the mobile phone in his hand and turned it off directly.

"Oh, don't, what if they call later?" Ye Ci was just about to stop it, but the phone screen was already black.

"Huh?" Ye Heng glanced at Ye Ci, his face was full of frost.

Night Speech: When did this kid learn to look like this? Even my brother dares to be scared, it's really...

"Okay." Then a little more sleep is a while, I will definitely not cowardice.

Ye Ci continued to squint his eyes and lay comfortably on the co-pilot.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Ci heard Ye Heng's deep voice, "Brother, it's here... Elder brother? ”

"Huh? Is it there? ”