Chapter 89: Eight Thousand Meters Deep Sea (Part I) (Asking for a Reward)

The night breeze is very gentle, and there is a hint of freshness that is unique to the night.

The stars carried Yi Yuxia on their backs, jumping between the tall buildings with the gentlest movements, and their figures were like shuttles.

With his back to the night moon, he landed gracefully, and the two of them were already standing in front of the apartment, turning their heads to look at Yi Yuxia who had fallen asleep, and a comfortable smile rose on the corner of their mouths.

"I'm asleep."

As he spoke, he quickly moved softly upstairs.

A few minutes later, he put Yi Yuxia, who had fallen asleep, on the bed, he turned his head to look at the time displayed by the clock, eleven o'clock, sleepiness hit, he put He Lianxiu's matter to the back of his mind, because it was time for him to sleep.

He covered Yi Yuxia with the quilt again, watched her sleep like a baby, reached out and gently scraped her nose, and smiled warmly.

"Yiwan, good dreams." With that, he got up and walked out.

"Jingle Bell~"

Suddenly, Yi Yuxia's mobile phone rang, and it seemed to be a text message.

Xingxing, who walked to the door, heard it, muttered who it was, then turned around and came back and picked up the phone that was placed at the bedside.

[Yi Yuxia, did you sleep?] ]

The above is just a short sentence, and there is no note of name.

"What, don't you have a saved number?"

Thinking that it might be someone he knew, Xingxing pouted, questioned, and then replied with two words.

[Sleeps.] ]

"Jingle Bell~"

The text message came back immediately within a few seconds, and Xingxing was stunned for a moment, and then read it.

[Can you still text me back when you're asleep?] ]

"Well, this man"

What does he want to do?

His brow furrowed slightly. Immediately replied quickly.

[She really slept, I'm the star.] ]

Then the other party didn't believe it.

Seeing that the phone was quiet again, Xingxing squinted vigorously, and sleepiness hit again, after all, it was past the rest time, and he couldn't bear it.

Turned the phone to silent and put it on the table, squinted his eyes and touched Yi Yuxia's room, swayed his body and then fell down on the sofa bed, and fell asleep in seconds.

On the other side, He Lianxiu looked at the text message on his phone. For a moment, I felt the urge to drop my phone.

The two did live together. So he fell out of love just after falling in love?

He pondered, leaned back on the seat, turned slightly, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly said fiercely. "How could I possibly admit such a thing!"

He's He Lianxiu. How can you be kicked by the other party before you confess!

"It's just an Izushina. You're going to surprise me! ā€

The thought of seeing her flirting with Xingxing earlier made his forehead flutter, because she had never been so unscrupulous in front of her.

But didn't you make all of this yourself?

Think of it this way. He was as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, and he suddenly felt bitter and couldn't speak.

Because he never expected that he would be deep in this 8,000-meter deep sea, the feeling of regret or something occupied his heart that had been proud for many years.

"Smack!"

Glancing at the phone again, looking at the short sentence but cutting his heart like a knife, he threw the phone against the wall in a fit of anger, and the strength was so great that the tempered film fell to the ground and instantly shattered into stripes.

The world was suddenly much quieter, so quiet that he began to hate the smell of late night when he lived in the night.

Turning his head to look at the few drafts written in his notebook, he couldn't help but sigh depressedly, "It seems that he is going to be preached by Yuan Tang again."

Because his mind was full of things about Iyuna, he didn't have any inspiration, and all the words were more like moving spells, always converging into her form through his fingertips.

"This doesn't work, I have to get the manuscript"

He Lianxiu did not serialize articles on the Internet like ordinary writers, but adopted a very traditional mode of magazine publication and serialization, and he had to write the manuscript before typesetting and printing

For writers, what is terrible is not loneliness or lack of readers, but the use of all brain cells without inspiration, inspiration is the life of the writer, and a writer without inspiration represents death.

Maybe He Lianxiu's inspiration was eaten by Yi Yuxia! ――

He Lianxiu didn't sleep all night, and the next day, with a pair of heavy dark circles under her eyes, she walked into the White and Night Cafe.

Although he thought that it would be better to be a good coder today, he really couldn't twist the thought of wanting to see Yi Yuxia in his heart, and finally he thought of a way to get the best of both worlds.

That's right, just like the first time he came here, he brought his computer with him, and even the pajamas he wore were exactly the same.

No way, because he minded last night too much, not to mention the clothes, he didn't even shave his beard, and came out after taking a shower.

The wet hair was blown by the morning breeze, and it became very messy, and the image was even worse than the first time.

Standing at the door, seeing Yi Yuxia and the others who had already started to work, he found a place and sat down without saying a word, of course, this time he was very smart and sat in the middle position.

It was the first time Fang Xiaolan had seen him like this, and she couldn't help but be a little entangled in whether to step forward and talk, but she retracted her legs after taking a step.

Why, because when He Lianxiu looked back, he was obviously saying, Yi Yuxia came over.

She coughed lightly, and had no choice but to say to Yi Yuxia, who was standing by the bar, "Xiao Xia, you go over and ask Mr. He what he wants to drink, Liao Fen asked for leave today, and I was busy sorting out financial matters so I couldn't spare time." ā€

"Huh?"

The other party is He Lianxiu, hey, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to say a word?

When Yi Yuxia heard this, she naturally wondered about her uncharacteristically attitude of not going up, but since it was the superior who spoke, no matter what the reason was, she just listened.

"yes, okay." She hurriedly smiled and walked to He Lianxiu's side.

She didn't even find out when he left last night, so she was probably angry!

Sure enough, she felt a chill as soon as she stood beside him, she shrunk her neck and asked in a low voice, "Do you still drink latte?" ā€

He Lianxiu glanced up at her, and said in a casual tone, "Well, let's have an iced latte." With that, he turned on his computer and resumed silence in her widening eyes.

"Then you wait." Yi Yuxia smiled, in fact, because he was suddenly so cold and didn't look for trouble, she was a little flustered in her heart.

Quickly left him and returned to the bar, and after shouting an iced latte to Cai Xiaobu, she turned her head and asked Mu Wei on the side, "Weiwei, the sun won't come out of the west today, right?" ā€

"What?"

"Did that guy change sex?"

"He's become a woman?"

"What are you talking about pinching?"

"And what are you talking about?"

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Well, for the first time, Yi Yuxia felt that Mu Wei's IQ might be lower than herself, and suddenly, she shook her head and didn't want to speak.

It can only be three minutes, Yi Yuxia's originally depressed face suddenly felt like the Buddha's light was purified as the door of the store was opened.

Cai Xiaobu brought the coffee to the bar, pushed it in front of Yi Yuxia and said, "The iced latte is ready, Xiao Xia." ā€

However, Yi Yuxia didn't hear it at all and pushed the tray to Mu Wei, who was on the side, and suddenly became extremely excited, and her voice began to tremble.

"Weiwei, you can bring it to He Lianxiu! I—I have more important things to do! ā€

As he spoke, he leaned towards the gate.

Mu Wei is wondering, what's going on? She looked through the door and immediately understood what she meant by something important.

"Oh, it's him again!"

Yes, the ugly man is here again. (To be continued.) )

PS: There is only one kind of failure, and that is to give up halfway, but I don't want to fail, and I don't want to give up halfway.