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Chapter 582 Readers and Authors Fall in Love and Kill each other (2)

With a headache on his forehead, he re-opened Song Hanzhang's information on the first day of junior high school, and found that the two lived not far away, so his eyes began to turn to this small room.

Where is the blade?
After searching around the room but not finding the blade, Chu Yi fell on the bed.

"Toilet, if I go to him like this, it won't scare him to death, right?"

Song Hanzhang, as a hot chicken writer who writes women's videos, likes to post "嘿嘤嘤, no more, I hate it!" 'The man, on the first day of junior high school, I was really afraid that after I knocked on the door of his house and told him that I was here to deliver blades, he would be scared to death by himself.

"Ding, it won't be...?"

Even the tone of the toilet is uncertain, so you can be sure that Song Hanzhang's courage is not ordinary!
In order not to scare Song Hanzhang, on the first day of the junior high school he went to the community where Song Hanzhang lived, and sneaked around in front of Song Hanzhang twice before he dared to knock on the door of his house.

"It's you? What's the matter?"

The man who opened the door was only wearing a vest and a pair of big pants, and even dragged a pair of black flip flops on his feet. It looked like a dead house, but fortunately, he was not fat.

I don't know if it's because of years of exercise. Song Hanzhang's figure can be said to be quite good. On the first day of the junior high school, he looked down at his chest, which was not as big as him, and silently swallowed a mouthful of blood.

"I heard from the aunt next door that Mr. Song wrote a book?" Dare not to say that the news came from the toilet, so Chu Yi had to push all the excuses on the next-door neighbor, Aunt Wang. Sure enough, Song Hanzhang blushed when he saw Song Hanzhang When I saw my face, I immediately took a step forward, "I always like to read two novels when I have nothing to do. This time, the task assigned to me by the editor-in-chief is also to interview the author. I don't know Mr. Song..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he told Song Hanzhang that he wanted to interview him under the guise of being a magazine writer. Seeing him scratching the back of his head and looking embarrassed, he wished to push him into the room to get down to business.

"Although I can't provide you with useful information... come in."

Passing by Song Hanzhang, Chuyi finally entered this small two-bedroom apartment. Seeing that there were two barrels of noodle soup on the coffee table in the living room, which had been completely cooled, Chuyi raised his eyebrows, "It seems that Song Sir is very busy."

As a dead house and a famous writer, it is natural that instant noodles are always outside his mouth all day long. Seeing Song Hanzhang hurriedly cleaning the living room on the first day of junior high school, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know how many years Mr. Song has been writing? It seems that Mr. Song is not very old."

Sitting on the sofa, he took a sip of the tea that Song Hanzhang handed over on the first day of the lunar new year. After hearing what Song Hanzhang said five years later, he almost sprayed the tea on his face.

After writing it for five years, it's still a hit. Well, the title of chief executive is really well-deserved for him.

"It is said that the road to writing is endless and lonely. I don't know how Mr. Song usually survives?"

In the first day of junior high school, she had never been in contact with an author. In her mind, an author would have a kind of decadent beauty. Song Hanzhang was decadent enough, but he had nothing to do with beauty.

Song Hanzhang, who was sitting across from him, moved his fingers and looked at the first day of junior high school with a smile, "I usually read the comments from readers, and every time they said they would send me blades, I was very happy, and I was not lonely at all. "

so cheap...

On the first day of junior high school, he had never seen such a brazen person before, resisting the urge to twitch the corners of his mouth, and asked the last question.

(End of this chapter)