When Zhu Rui woke up, his head didn't hurt, he just lay on the sofa and was stunned.

Qi Xing held a dumbbell in front of him and exercised silently.

There was something strange about the atmosphere between the two.

After a long while, Zhu Rui asked curtly, "Did I do anything last night?" ”

Qi Xing's face was expressionless: "Everything has been done." If you don't believe it, you can call Shopkeeper Lin to come up and testify. ”

"No need." Zhu Rui hurriedly said.

Qi Xing put down the dumbbells and began to do push-ups: "I was inspired last night, I could have fought for one night, and it could have been over." It's all your fault, my current inspiration is all flying away. ”

Speaking of this, Zhu Rui was confident: "It's not that I said, you have already exhausted Jiang Lang's talents, how can you have any inspiration." ”

Qi Xing's indifferent eyes suddenly swished towards him.

Zhu Rui was not afraid of him at all: "Alas, the words are contrary to the ear!" You work behind closed doors every day, and you have never been in a serious relationship, how can you write vigorous and exciting works? Although I break up every day, I have really felt the taste of love. People like me, looking at your work, I really can't find the slightest resonance. ”

Qi Xing's eyes became even colder, as if he could kill someone.

Zhu Rui got up slowly: "I have a strange smell, I vomited last night." I need to go back to the shower. ”

Before leaving, he also made up for Qi Xing: "What's the use of doing push-ups well, just looking at it, I won't worship you." Little star, hurry up and talk about a vigorous love. ”

"Don't call me Little Star!"

The door closed ruthlessly, Qi Xing did a few more push-ups, savored Zhu Rui's words, and suddenly turned over and lay on the ground. Doesn't it resonate? But he obviously thinks it's good! He has never been in love seriously, but he has also had a crush on others, has been confessed by others, and has heard and seen countless love stories, why can't he write well?

Is it really because he has no experience in his new work? But isn't the author of martial arts novels the same and doesn't know martial arts?

Qi Xing's mind was full of thoughts.

Do you really want to talk about a serious love affair like Zhu Rui said?

Just as I was thinking about it, my phone rang suddenly.

He picked up his phone and looked at the notes displayed on the screen, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

It's Mom.

He didn't want to take it. But her mother persevered, and the phone was called over and over again, and Qi Xing had to answer it. Before it was connected, his mother's stern voice slashed Qi Xing's face: "You are willful again!" Why don't you answer the phone? Don't you know mom is going to be worried? ”

The corners of Qi Xing's lips tightened: "What's the matter?" ”

Mom's tone softened: "Where have you been?" ”

"In the countryside of other provinces, collect wind."

"You're an online author, and you still want to collect style? Isn't this messing around? Star, it's almost the New Year, you hurry back! ”

Mom is like that, she never thought his profession was a serious profession. She was even ashamed of his profession. A big man, what romance novels to write. Aren't they all homicides or martial arts novels?

"What are you going to do? Blind date? Qi Xing's face was tense, and his tone was indifferent, "I won't go back." I'm going to spend the New Year here. That's it, hanging. ”

He did hang up. Mom didn't call again this time.

It's really strange that my mother's own marriage is obviously a mess, but she still asks him to get married. Qi Xing thought silently, maybe this was the reason why he was reluctant to fall in love. The ultimate way to fall in love is marriage, but he thinks that he has lived in a noisy family since he was a child, and he is not suitable to enter the palace of marriage.

This idea has been around for several years.

But he paradoxically became an online author who wrote romance novels, so that his protagonists fell in love vigorously, and finally got married sweetly.

Qi Xing got up silently, stood by the window, and looked at the scene downstairs.

He happened to see Lin Yue go out and walk into the crowd.

The early morning Linyue Town Market is still very lively.

Especially the vegetable market, full of traffic, full of the smell of fireworks in the world.

Ma Zhenxing's second grandfather's house, the old couple was busy for a long time before they had to eat breakfast.

The second grandmother smiled at the guests, and turned her face to her wife, which was called indifferent. Ma Zhenxing's second grandfather was a little unreasonable, and only smiled flatteringly: "He is still young and ignorant, you don't want to be like him." ”

Speaking of Ma Zhenxing, Ma Er's grandmother is going to be angry.

"Twenty bucks! He was embarrassed to only pack a red envelope of twenty yuan! Ma Er's grandmother took a bite of noodles and sprayed directly at her wife, "I don't care about my own family, I don't care about his money, but other girls, he only packs a red envelope of twenty yuan!" ”

Ma Er's grandmother felt that her face was about to be lost by Ma Zhenxing.

Second Grandpa Ma smiled: "Isn't he just not taking a fancy to other girls......

"Didn't you like it, but you went to someone's second uncle's house? I also rubbed a meal! "Grandma Ma felt that she couldn't stay on the street anymore.

"Also, he didn't come to live with us because he hated our dirty house. Hmph, don't blame me for looking down on him, he sells facial masks, I'm afraid the money he earns in a month is not as much as I earn by selling pork in two days. What kind of manager is a part-time job. ”

Second Grandpa Ma almost stomped his feet: "What are you doing here?" Shout louder so that others will know. ”

Ma Er's grandmother pulled the noodles into her mouth and drank the soup: "I won't earn his twenty yuan in the future, and it has nothing to do with me if he gets married or not." ”

Ma Zhenxing didn't know that Ma Er's grandmother was scolding herself, and he was sending a message to Yang Jiaojiao at this time.

At a meal last night, Lin Tingting didn't seem to be interesting to him, but Yang Jiaojiao asked him about beauty tips one by one. For example, is there any way to quickly make the skin tender and white, and it can be broken by blowing.

Of course, Ma Zhenxing understands very well the psychology of being born imperfect like Yang Jiaojiao and can only be made up for by the day after tomorrow.

Although it is impossible for Yang Jiaojiao to place a large order, there is also a commission for a small order.

Ma Zhenxing patiently explained, introduced one method after another, and finally went around to his own products.

Yang Jiaojiao was obviously still a little hesitant, after all, the products introduced by Ma Zhenxing were no longer free gifts, but the price had risen to four figures.

She doesn't have a high salary, she often relies on her parents for subsidies, and of course she has used four-figure beauty products, but those are big brands. And Ma Zhenxing's promotion, she has heard the first two words of the Eastern Province.

It was Ma Zhenxing who figured out her thoughts: "Although you have used a big brand, it is useless!" The skin of our Chinese people has to rely on the native Chinese herbal medicine to have a good effect. And our product can be regarded as our company's first-class product, using the best Chinese herbal medicine. ”

Yang Jiaojiao remembered Qi Xing's well-maintained skin, and gritted her teeth: "When are you free, send me a set." ”

"I'll have to be free in the evening." Ma Zhenxing said. After he planned to give the product to Yang Jiaojiao, he asked Lin Tingting to eat a powder or something.

Yesterday he said that he likes maid clothes, and he doesn't know what kind of clothes Lin Tingting is wearing today. When he thought of this, he felt an irrepressible excitement.

"Okay."

After Yang Jiaojiao dressed herself carefully, she walked downstairs and took a book from the bookshelf next to the fireplace and slowly flipped through it.

With Qi Xing's habit of reading books on the train, he must like women who love to read.

As soon as Lin Zhen wiped his mouth clean, he met Qi Xing's eyes. Qi Xing asked, "Where are you going to go to shopkeeper Lin?" ”