If the reminder fails, you will be teased

Both Qiao Wei and Luo Wangshu are not people who like to stay up late, and they start getting ready for bed after ten o'clock.

The bed in the advanced ward is big enough, there is no need to add an extra bed for an accompanying person, only a pillow and a thin quilt are added next to it, so that two people lying side by side will not appear crowded.

Luo Wangshu put the computer and drawing board back into the bag, walked to the door and turned off the light, there was no darkness as expected, a small night light was plugged into the socket next to the hospital bed at some point, and the ward was caged. A layer of light shines on.

Luo Wangshu froze for a moment, went back to bed and lay down, turned his head to look at Qiao Wei: "Do you always turn on the night light when you sleep at night?"

Qiao Wei smiled, set the timer on the air conditioner, and kept silent without denying it.

Luo Wangshu felt relieved, and whispered: "I usually like to turn on the night light when I sleep."

Qiao Wei looked at the eyes that were warmed by the night light, curled up his fingertips on the sheet, resisted the urge to touch his head, closed his eyes and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Luo Wangshu nodded, turned his head back and began to feel sleepy.

Within a minute of closing his eyes, Luo Wangshu suddenly remembered the red envelope sent by Jing Xing last night, his slender and curled eyelashes suddenly lifted up, turned over and touched the phone from the low cabinet, connected to the network data, and logged on to QQ.

Before he could find Jing Xing from the friend list, the message interface had already refreshed the other party's good night red envelope.

Luo Wangshu wiped his forehead in frustration, hesitated for two seconds, and poked open the red envelope, which also contained 9.99.

He said good night, Jing Xing was not online this time, and he didn't come back in seconds like last night.

Sliding his thumb twice on the screen, Luo Wangshu clicked the one-key cleanup, put the mobile phone with the network off back on the low cabinet, and retracted into the thin quilt again.

Qiao Wei opened his eyes almost the second he closed them.

He stared fixedly at the edge of the ceiling until the breathing of the people around him gradually calmed down, then he sat up from the bed lightly, picked up his mobile phone, watched the good night message sent by the associated account, and curled up his mouth helplessly .

Qiao Wei looked at Luo Wangshu who was deeply asleep, moved slightly to the left, and lay down next to the young man on his side, propping his head on his elbows, his eyes fell softly on that peaceful sleeping face.

The fingertips of the other hand poked at the end of the sky-long eyelashes twice, and the subtle touch made his heart throb violently.

Qiao Wei knew Luo Wangshu.

Specifically, he met this little painter through the Internet a few years ago.

At that time, Luo Wangshu was not called "Luoshui Sanqian", nor did he have a large number of followers in the circle of painters like he does now.

As for Qiao Wei, he didn't even bother to open Weibo a few years ago.

Qiao Wei's novels serialized on the Internet under the pseudonym "Three Smiles as an Idiot" have achieved outstanding results, and one book has become popular, which inevitably makes others jealous.

Being maliciously swiped points and rankings, and then repeatedly reported repeatedly.Postings on forums, scolding battles on Weibo, and in the end, some people even pulled out all the classic situations that are common in ancient novels, made them into a dazzling palette, and put them together with the novels of some online masters, and barely gave him a buckle. on the hat of alleged plagiarism.

This turmoil caused a lot of uproar, attracting many true fans of veteran website authors.

In the circle of writers, "plagiarism" has always been an overly sensitive word.

The color palette is not concise, and the number of words is large. Most people have not really identified the content in it, but were misled by public opinion on the Internet. Out of enthusiasm, in order to protect their own masters, they left messages under his article and let him Apology for deletion.

Reports about Sanxiao being an idiot for dominating the list flooded the backstage, and the website officials finally couldn't bear the pressure, and removed his novel from the homepage list, and the number of recommendation votes was all halved.

There happened to be something happening in Italy that year, and Qiao Wei originally only regarded novels as entertainment in his spare time, so he didn't care about these accusations against him, and he really didn't bother to deal with them.

He followed the website's official intentions, stopped updating the text, and told Luo Wangshu, who was still a high school student, to devote himself to the task at hand. After a few days, he asked for leave from the school where he was studying for a doctoral degree, and flew straight away Italy.

But Qiao Wei never imagined that the little painter who contacted him through the website email had been fighting back on various forums and Weibo for him, filled with righteous indignation.

He stayed up all night searching for similarities in many martial arts novels, pointed out the ridiculous inappropriateness of the palette, and issued a statement at three in the morning in his defense.

It's a pity that even if the plagiarism is whitewashed, it is difficult to wash off the dirty water of brush points.His strength alone is really small. Facing the tens of thousands of Internet troops, it is difficult to resist after all, but he was also involved in it.

By the time Qiao Wei came back, the turmoil had come to an end.He saw the traces of the bloody storm left on the Internet, and it was a lie to say that he didn't like it.

Luo Wangshu, who was implicated by him, was the most innocent and wronged one, but in turn, he kept comforting Qiao Wei.

Luo Wangshu was warm and caring enough in the previous daily chats, tirelessly telling him the little things he usually encountered.

He was obviously a bright and dazzling little guy like a little sun, but he was a little afraid of the dark. Qiao Wei couldn't help laughing in his heart at that time.

It has to be said that he really had a good impression of this little sun back then.

It's just that the sun's rays are a little far away from Qiao Wei, and haven't really directly shone on him.He does not deny that there is indeed some attraction, but it is not to the point where he can take the initiative to approach.

However, after experiencing that incident, Qiao Wei was suddenly dazzled by the hot sun.

To put it in a literary way, the heart that has been immersed in the glacier and snow river for nearly 20 years is finally warmed up in the palm of someone's hand.

It's a pity that this kind of warmth that caught Qiao Wei off guard didn't last long. Before he could take a step forward, Luo Wangshu told him that he was about to enter the third year of high school, and the school management was too strict, so the family took back the phone , banned his net.

In the end, he also sent a fanart of that novel, which was a big improvement compared to the previous one, with much more refined details, and it could be seen that he put his heart into it.

Qiao Wei saved the fanfic, read the string of messages over and over for a long time, and finally decided that no matter how those people slandered him, he would write the novel to the end.

Not for anything, just because Luo Wangshu likes it.

Qiao Wei returned to the state of daily updates. Although the original readers cared about his "scraping the list" and "plagiarism", his novels were indeed brilliant, so they continued to follow them silently.

As soon as the number of readings increased, the novel rushed to the top of the income list again, and the original crew who made a fuss at the beginning surrounded them again.

Qiao Wei ignored the criticism, and only uploaded the latest chapters every day. He didn't read the comments or the forums.

The security of the small website is not very good. Someone hacked the background, obtained the email address Qiao Wei used to register, and hacked his QQ account by the way.

In Qiao Wei's eyes, this kind of behavior had a hint of mentally handicapped children messing around in the street. He had already written the ending of the novel at that time, and the defense was just around the corner, so he was too lazy to concentrate on it.

In order to prevent other information from being involved, Qiao Wei registered a new account, notified Luo Wangshu through the website email, stamped the end of the novel, and completely stayed away from the world of online literature.

Thinking that Luo Wangshu once mentioned to him that his level is enough to occupy a place in some brand journals, and he didn't even intend to complain about the logic of a mystery novel that he often visited on the website.

In fact, Luo Wangshu was only invited by someone to read the manuscript, and he didn't read it voluntarily. Qiao Wei thought that he liked the works of reasoning, so he took a break from studying criminal psychology and wrote a reasoning novel for submission. Unexpectedly, it was actually true. Being picked up by the editor of the magazine as a treasure, Qiao Wei continued to write.

It's not because his ability is recognized by others, but he hopes that when Luo Wangshu's college entrance examination is over, he hopes that the other party will be more or less happy because of it.

Who knew that the end of June of the following year would usher in July, and the novel published by Jingrui had been reprinted several times, but he had not received any news from Luo Wangshu.

Qiao Wei logged into the novel website that he hadn't browsed for many years, and his mailbox was empty except for system messages.

He doesn't remember Luo Wangshu's QQ account, but he has some impressions of his Weibo. After searching, he found that Weibo has been abandoned by the owner. The latest one is the long Weibo that defended him last year. Attack and abuse.

After reading all the other party's Weibo, Qiao Wei was stunned for the first time in his life.

Although a year is not too long, it is believed to be a sharp knife for the fragile feelings cultivated with the help of online platforms.

Qiao Wei thought that Luo Wangshu had completely withdrawn after the college entrance examination, so she pushed him away along the way.

A year ago, Qiao Wei insisted on writing novels to please the other party; a year later, Qiao Wei insisted on writing novels for the purpose of being able to be seen by Luo Wangshu by chance one day, and read between the lines that "three smiles are idiots" shadow.

He registered on Weibo, but he didn't check Weibo. He only checked every private message sent by people he didn't follow every day.

There are many private messages, but none of them are from that person.

Until the night when Luo Wangshu came to him, he looked at the message prompt that popped up on his mobile phone, and suddenly noticed that the other person's profile picture contained some traces of familiarity.

The head portrait three years ago was a white and fluffy Samoyed painted by Luo Wangshu himself, the current one is roughly the same as the one back then, it was just repainted.

Qiao Wei was stunned for a moment, and after zooming in on the head portrait, the style and characteristics of the painter's handwriting were also zoomed in before his eyes.

He painted better than before, but the traces were still there, Qiao Wei recognized it at a glance.

It took Qiao Wei some time to decipher Luo Wangshu's QQ login IP address and the IP address of the original novel website account.

After receiving the cracking result and checking it, Qiao Wei felt that the blood in his whole body began to boil.

However, the fact that Luo Wangshu didn't contact him back then still stuck in his mind. Qiao Wei, who never liked trouble, spent some effort to find his previous account, only to learn that...the other party didn't see his email at all. I thought I was the one who abandoned my account and didn't write.

The two misunderstood each other, and it has been three years.

Qiao Wei regretted why he didn't get his account back directly back then, and had to use the way of the mall to care about emotional gains and losses, and live with the sadness of a broken old virgin.

Keeping the clouds open to see the moon, Qiao Wei regretted and began to thank himself for writing the novel all the way down. Longxin immediately dragged out the outline of the novel that will be released in October.

Qiao Wei was not very interested in writing novels at first, so he was not that serious, but this person was born with full skills, and his books were miraculous.

At this time, I thought that the novel would have to be reviewed by Luo Wangshu, and felt that the outline was full of problems and flaws everywhere, and it was really not perfect, so I simply overturned it and reworked it, carefully considering every word, and poured all my life's effort into it Go in and let Luo Wangshu see it.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wei smiled silently, and couldn't help pinching the sleeping Luo Wangshu's cheek.

His eyes moved from the brows of the other party to the thin lips that were slightly parted due to deep sleep, and finally slipped into the neckline that faintly revealed the delicate collarbone.

Qiao Wei's fingertips paused for a second, and the Adam's apple in his neck couldn't help but move up and down.He lowered his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and pointed the camera of his mobile phone at the sleeping man to take a few consecutive photos. Finally, the corners of his lips curled up in a gentle and forbearing way, and he lay down flat with a long sigh of relief.

Luo Wangshu slept very well this night, and naturally woke up very early the next day.

He blinked blankly at the ceiling at first, and it took a while to realize that he was on a hospital bed. He turned his head to look at Qiao Wei next to him, facing a pair of sleepless light gray eyes.

Qiao Wei didn't know when he started to focus on him, and when he looked over, he frowned, "Morning."

·

After meeting Qiao Wei's eyes, Luo Wangshu was about to speak, but he opened his mouth and let out a long yawn.

The sleepy eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of water vapor, and the soft tip of the tongue was briefly revealed between the white and neat teeth, which was soon covered by the same soft thin lips.

At the same time, Luo Wangshu twisted on the bed and stretched vigorously, and the satisfied hum of sleep came out from the corner of his mouth immediately.

Early in the morning is originally the time when the male impulse is relatively strong.

Qiao Wei insisted on adding a bit of eroticism to this perfectly normal picture, just sitting by and watching, the bottom almost stiffened immediately.

On the surface, he was calm and breezy, but in his heart he had secretly imagined the other party being pressed, kissed and caressed by him.

Halfway through the thought, Qiao Wei gasped, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and put the brakes on the thoughts that were about to run wild.

"What time is it?" Luo Wangshu blinked his eyes, because he had just woken up, and there was a hint of seductive hoarseness in his clean voice.

Obviously he already knew the exact time, but in order to cover up the loss of control in his heart just now, Qiao Wei picked up the mobile phone on the low cabinet again, turned on the screen, and glanced at the time: "Six o'clock."

The morning sun and mist penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and melted in. The light in the room was dim and bright, reflected by the snow-white walls, showing a bit of coldness.

Qiao Wei was afraid that the other party would notice his strangeness, so he deliberately tensed his body and nerves, pretending to be as indifferent to the outside world.

He was sitting now, while Luo Wangshu was still lying down.

Luo Wangshu wanted to look at him, so he could only look up from the bottom like looking up.This caused Qiao Wei to be seen by him as a flower in the high mountain among the clouds and snow.

Elegant, cold, exuding the smell of unwillingness to have too much contact with the world.

It was very different from the Qiao Wei that Luo Wangshu came into contact with on a daily basis.

"Still awake?" Gao Lingzhihua turned her head to look at him again, and met the eyes that were staring at her eagerly, Qiao Wei felt a little itchy in her heart.

He endured the itch in his heart, moved the corners of his mouth, and finally showed a vaguely warm smile: "Little friend, are you looking at me like this while lying on the bed, do you want to ask me for a good morning kiss?" ?”

Luo Wangshu's face suddenly changed.

Who said that this person is not close to the world, this shameless rascal's energy can no longer be down-to-earth.

"If you're that interested, you'd better keep kissing yourself." Luo Wangshu chuckled, turned over and got off the bed, took a long leg, and walked quickly into the bathroom to wash up.

Qiao Wei frowned: "No more sleep?"

"It can't be helped, the spirit of young people is always better than that of old people." With a toothbrush in his mouth, Luo Wangshu's voice came out indistinctly. "Go on and sleep by yourself."

Before Qiao Wei teased him, Luo Wangshu subconsciously returned it.

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that the word "elderly" would irritate Qiao Wei, an old man who was about to retire, and remind him of yesterday's "Uncle Qiao".

Luo Wangshu spat out the toothpaste foam in his mouth, and made amends: "Even if you are young, you should sleep more when you are sick."

This means that he just let Qiao Wei continue to sleep by himself, not to ridicule him as an old man, but simply to consider the body of the young Joe Wei who is in full bloom.

Qiao Wei is still paying for the consequences of her wild thoughts this morning, and she is pursing her lips tightly, feeling uncomfortable all over, and has no extra thoughts to tease that little white rabbit.

Now that Luo Wangshu said this, he felt helpless and funny, and it became more difficult to restrain his impulse.

After Luo Wangshu washed up and came out of the bathroom, Qiao Wei had already changed his clothes and opened the curtains, standing tall and straight by the window looking into the distance.

Luo Wangshu wiped his face with a towel, and in the bright sunlight saw the faint bruises under Qiao Wei's eyes. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, amused: "Did you not have a good rest last night or are you indulging in lust?" over."

Qiao Wei looked back at him before going to take a shower, his light gray eyes had turned into a look of darkness, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was also very meaningful.

He is not excessively indulgent, it is clearly dissatisfied with desire.

After going outside for breakfast, Luo Wangshu accompanied Qiao Wei to check again, and finally got rid of the ubiquitous smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

While waiting for Qiao Wei to pick up the car, Luo Wangshu stood at the door of the garage and looked around casually. His gaze swept across the flower bed downstairs in the hospital, and he found a circle of white ecliptas growing around the edge of the flower bed.

Such small wild flowers can be seen everywhere, and they are of the same species as the flowers in the photo Jing Xing sent him last time.

Qiao Wei drove the car out of the garage, and saw Luo Wangshu squatting beside the flower bed, holding his mobile phone in his hand, pointing the camera at the little flowers beside the altar, with a focused expression.

Qiao Wei was stunned for a moment, and instantly thought of the photo he sent him last time, reflexively thinking that the other party had realized his other identity.

The window was down, but he didn't call him immediately.

Ever since he unraveled his knot, Qiao Wei never thought of continuing to hide it from him. He even used the account "Three Smiles as an Idiot" to directly speak out his pen name.

At first, Luo Wangshu thought that Luo Wangshu knew his pen name from Ruiyi Company, and he could immediately react, and his identity would be self-defeating, but he didn't expect that the people on Guo Yi's side didn't mention a word.

As for his little white rabbit, he has never paid attention to this issue since being teased by him once, probably because he choked on him enough.

Qiao Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the time, and then decided to continue pretending, just to see when this little guy would realize the truth of the matter.

If Luo Wangshu knew that he had been teased by Qiao Wei in the dark for two or three days, maybe he could really open his mouth and bite him directly.

Qiao Wei was not afraid of being bitten by his little white rabbit, he was only stunned for a second, and then soon laughed expectantly.

As soon as this smile appeared, Qiao Wei felt that he was thinking too much.How could a little guy like Luo Wangshu, who is so silly and cute at times, associate so far with just one photo.

Facts have proved that Qiao Wei's judgment is correct.

When Luo Wangshu got into the car, his expression was the same as before. After buckling up the seat belt, he just looked down and flicked his mobile phone, not willing to waste a single look on Qiao Wei.

After a few seconds, Qiao Wei's phone vibrated, and without looking at it, she could tell that it was a message pushed by the associated account, and the content must be the photo that Luo Wangshu just squatted by the flower bed and took.

Qiao Wei sighed secretly, although he couldn't tell whether he felt more amused or more helpless, but what he was sure of was that he was looking forward to the day when Luo Wangshu found out the truth on his own initiative.

Back at the apartment, Qiao Wei stood in front of the door without moving. Luo Wangshu waited for a while, and couldn't help urging him: "Open the door."

Qiao Wei turned to look at him and repeated with a smile, "Open the door."

Luo Wangshu's eyes suddenly became blank.

Qiao Wei held his wrist, led him into the side pocket of the backpack, and took out the spare key, still smiling: "Open the door."

"For me?" Luo Wangshu was stunned again.

"Keep it for yourself, don't tell Guo Yi." Qiao Wei covered the back of his hand and opened the door together. "Otherwise recycle."

When the two walked into the house, Luo Wangshu didn't pester Qiao Wei to urge him to deliver the manuscript like he did a few times before. He fell into the sofa in the living room, slumped against the pillow, and lightly set his gaze on Qiao Wei with a peaceful look on his face. extreme.

Qiao Wei was so watched by him that he firmly nailed his footsteps in the middle of the living room, and asked him with a smile: "In the hospital, I wished that I could write while I was sick, but now I'm so quiet."

"I've already seen it." Luo Wangshu said indifferently in a detached tone. "You usually don't want to write manuscripts. Now that you have just returned from the hospital, you will definitely use your weak health as an excuse. No matter how much you urge me, it will be useless."

Qiao Wei stood there and looked at him without saying a word.

"Regardless of whether you deliberately sent yourself to the hospital to delay the manuscript, I am also responsible for your illness." Luo Wangshu sighed softly. "Take a good rest today."

"Today is the 25th." Qiao Wei took out two cans of soda water from the refrigerator, pulled off the tabs neatly, handed them to Luo Wangshu, and opened another can by himself. "Don't want the remaining [-] words?"

Thinking, why not, he almost wanted to die.

Luo Wangshu took the soda water, took a sip, and looked up at him: "Can you give me fifty thousand words now?"

"No." Qiao Wei answered frankly.

Luo Wangshu gave him a look of "I knew it", curled up on the sofa holding his mobile phone and stopped talking.

His eyelashes are dense and long, with curled ends. From Qiao Wei's perspective, they look like two delicate fans, hanging there obediently, and every trembling can touch the softest part of his heart. one place.

Qiao Wei's gaze remained on his face, and he didn't look away until he finished drinking a can of soda water, then turned and walked into the study.

Luo Wangshu was pondering over his words, trying to make the text message he was editing as contagious as possible, and praying that Editor-in-Chief Guo would realize how helpless he is now.

Qiao Wei's novel, which will be released in October, is expected to have 40 words, and it will be divided into two parts.

Guo Yi's plan was to get the first half at the end of July, at least put the upper part into proofreading and prepare samples, so as to prevent Qiao Wei from disappearing again in August, and all the work was squeezed to the end.

But now this plan seems to be unworkable.

After Luo Wangshu sent the text message, he realized that Qiao Wei was no longer in the living room. He didn't think much about it, he just thought that Qiao Wei had gone to the bedroom to rest.

Luo Wangshu looked in the direction of the bedroom, thought of Qiao Wei's face in the past two days, and decided to stay until noon, to make sure that he would not feel unwell before leaving.

He turned on the computer, put it on the coffee table, connected it to the drawing board and continued to work on his drawing.

Finally, adding a layer of highlights, Luo Wangshu skillfully signed out his signature, stretching his muscles.

He saved the drawing in a good format and was about to send it out when he suddenly realized that he didn't have the password for Qiao Wei's wireless.

"3, followed by six zeros."

Luo Wangshu was about to log out of the wireless login interface, when a deep and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded next to his ears, which almost knocked over the computer drawing board.

Luo Wangshu turned back: "...Can't you make a little noise when you walk?"

Qiao Wei smiled, raised his right hand, and pinched the USB flash drive with his fingertips.

Luo Wangshu's eyes were straightened.

"The [-] characters you want." Qiao Wei took one of his hands and put the USB flash drive into his palm. "I wanted to send it to your mailbox, but after thinking about it, it's better to deliver it to you in person."

Luo Wangshu asked him in a daze: "Really?"

"Really." Qiao Wei replied. "I've given you the key, you can come and kill anytime."

Luo Wangshu was still in a daze, but Qiao Wei couldn't hold back, and gently rubbed his hair: "I don't want to wake up one day and be pointed at by a gun."

"You actually took the initiative to submit the manuscript..." Luo Wangshu let him rub it, and looked up at him with emotion.

Qiao Wei felt that it was very useful to be looked at by this gaze, when Luo Wangshu suddenly hugged him again!She rested her chin on his shoulder and rubbed vigorously.

"I'm about to cry!" Luo Wangshu said excitedly.

The spring breeze of reform and opening up was ushered in almost overnight.

The voice has not yet fallen, and the spring breeze is coming.

Qiao Wei suddenly pushed him away, and squeezed the U disk in Luo Wangshu's hand back.

Luo Wangshu was caught off guard, and looked at Qiao Wei with one arm around his back in a daze, smiling like an old man: "Cry."

Luo Wangshu: "...?"

"If you can't cry," Qiao Wei sincerely felt that this round of manuscripts was handed in well. "I deleted the manuscript."

Luo Wangshu: "...!?"

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Luo Wangshu was stunned by Qiao Wei's sudden words, and he couldn't react for a long time. His bright eyes were full of bewilderment and astonishment, and he didn't even notice the animal that was stroking and mopping his back and forth. hand.

Qiao Wei lowered his eyes to look at him, and felt that Luo Wangshu looked like a young deer that was suddenly locked up in a cage.

"Just cry and cry as you like." Qiao Wei was tickled by the young deer, and couldn't help but want to tease him again, and added with a smile. "My daughter-in-law is crying so beautifully, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it back."

As soon as the voice fell, the young deer in the cage suddenly recovered.

Luo Wangshu let go of the arm that was wrapped around him, and raised his hand to grab the USB flash drive in Qiao Wei's hand.

When Qiao Wei raised his hand, Luo Wangshu flew into the air.

Luo Wangshu is not short, nearly 1.8 meters tall, with good body proportions, long hands and long legs.

However, Qiao Wei's western blood gave him an advantage in height, directly taller than Luo Wangshu by more than half a head.Qiao Wei didn't want Luo Wangshu to touch her, because Luo Wangshu couldn't even touch her with her fingertips.

Luo Wangshu really wanted to step on his feet, but felt that this behavior was too aggrieved.He compared the altitudes of the two of them in his heart, stared at Qiao Wei's smiling face, and put his hand down through gritted teeth.

He stood in front of Qiao Wei, his face flushed red: "...I can't cry."

"Then what should I do? I've worked so hard to write, at least give me some reward." Qiao Wei rubbed his chin with the other hand, putting on a perplexed look. "Otherwise you will wronged my daughter-in-law to give me a laugh?"

As a refreshing young man without any strange fetishes, Luo Wangshu has always been very concerned about the phrase "daughter-in-law", and basically feels uncomfortable when he hears it.Just now he was teased by Qiao Wei with a USB flash drive, and if he continued to tease him at this time, the little guy would only want to blow his hair up even more.

Qiao Wei clicked to stop, and was about to give him the USB flash drive.

Who knew that now that Luo Wangshu was tempted by the manuscript in front of him, his eyebrows were directly bent, and the corners of his mouth were raised up, and he quickly smiled brightly at Qiao Wei.

With a knowing blow, Qiao Wei was stunned by the sudden close-range smile.

At the moment when he was in a trance, Luo Wangshu pulled down his raised arm with one hand, and swept his palm with the other hand, and successfully snatched the USB flash drive.

He quickly stuffed the USB flash drive into the inner pocket of the backpack, tidied up the computer drawing board on the coffee table, turned around and smiled at Qiao Min: "Thank you, wife, for your hard work."

He deliberately emphasized the word "daughter-in-law", and Qiao Wei's heart beat violently in his chest twice.

... Is this little guy serious about taking revenge on him, or is he trying to tease him?

"Wait," Qiao Wei frowned when he saw Luo Wangshu put the computer and drawing board into the bag. "You want to go?"

Luo Wangshu put the strap of the backpack on his shoulders, raised his legs, walked around the coffee table in the living room and walked towards the entrance, directly answering Qiao Wei's question with actions.

Qiao Wei hurriedly grabbed him and almost laughed angrily: "Little friend, you really throw it away when you're done using it, you don't show mercy."

"Mr. Qiao rushed to draft after recovering from a serious illness. This kind of professionalism is truly amazing, and he can be called a model worker." Luo Wangshu wanted to pull off the hand that was wrapped around his arm, but he didn't pull it off once. Turned and went to break his fingers one by one, but did not move, so he had to explain impatiently. "I really can't bear to continue to disturb."

Qiao Wei squinted his eyes, and waited for him to finish speaking before uttering a sentence slowly: "Don't forget, there is still half of the manuscript for next month."

Luo Wangshu really stopped breaking his hand, and his speech slowed down, his eyes were full of sincerity: "I am really worried about your body, there is absolutely no other meaning."

"It's lunch time now." Qiao Wei turned his body back and motioned him to look at the clock in the living room. "When you return to the company, the meal time must have passed."

"It's okay, I can order takeaway."

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows: "Ruiyi can still order takeaway during working hours?"

Luo Wangshu looked up at him and didn't speak, thinking that as long as he could take this man's manuscript home, let alone eating takeaway during working hours, even going to Guo Yi's office to fight with cream cakes would be fine.

"I'll take you there." Qiao Wei took off his bag from his shoulders and held it in his hand. The weight of the computer made him frown slightly, and his gaze towards Luo Wangshu became a little helpless and distressed. .

I didn't expect his backpack to be so heavy. I knew that I shouldn't have stepped on his tail when I just came back, and I should have brought the bag directly.

"Give the manuscript to Guo Yi, and then go out to eat."

Luo Wangshu wanted to refuse almost reflexively, but he also thought that if there was still something wrong with the manuscript this time, he could bring Qiao Wei to Ruiyi, and also let Guo Yi face the direct target, so that he would not be caught by the typhoon. Sweep to the end.

He hesitated, nodded in agreement.

Luo Wangshu felt that walking was windy when he returned with the manuscript, but now that he was following Qiao Wei behind him, his confidence could no longer be expressed with a simple word "foot".

As soon as Li Ya gave the document to Guo Yi, when she came out of the office and saw Luo Wangshu coming back with a happy face, she knew that no matter whether it was true or not, Xiao Xianrou brought back the manuscript again.

She was about to say hello to Luo Wangshu, and when she saw the man coming in behind Luo Wangshu, her expression suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but stop in the aisle, with an expression of seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

Others in the editorial department stopped their work when they noticed Li Ya's strangeness, followed her gaze and glanced back, and then they all widened their eyes in astonishment.

Who else could the tall and straight man following Luo Wangshu with a dark backpack in his hand be Qiao Wei?

Qiao Wei procrastinates by nature, longing to be far away from the people of Ruiyi Company, what kind of strange wind is blowing today, a big disaster will come to the door on its own initiative?

Li Ya's back has already started to blow cold air.

If it were any other writer who likes to drag the manuscript, the people in the editorial department would definitely look at it with the eyes of a hungry weasel looking at a fat and delicious old hen.

But once the opponent was replaced by Qiao Wei, it would be like an untimed atomic bomb suddenly dropped from the sky.

The editors of Ruiyi Company regard Qiao Wei as a scourge, not just because he puts on a fox's clothing and pretends to laugh at his ability to delay manuscripts.

Although they hoped that the other party would show up as soon as possible when they were pressing for the manuscript, they couldn't help but feel apprehensive when they thought of meeting the other party's cold gaze.

Except for Qiao Wei's gentle and harmless appearance when they first met, the rest of the time was a high-altitude flower that killed people invisible and rejected people for thousands of miles.

While suffering from mental torture, it is very likely that Kaolin Zhihua will be in a good mood one day, and she will be stabbed again.

It's not a blow to the head, it's a knife to the head, or the bloody one.

Yet now.

Qiao Wei stood behind Luo Wangshu, less than two steps away from him. He was indifferent to the gazes of other people, and his eyes always fell on Luo Wangshu in front. Although his face was still calm, his eyes were a little more than usual. Very warm.

... Warmth appeared in Qiao Wei's eyes without dragging the manuscript.

Li Ya couldn't help making a swallowing movement, secretly saying in his heart that if things go wrong, there must be a demon. Qiao Wei must have no good idea if he is so abnormal today.

Li Ya's guess was correct, but this time Qiao Wei's idea was not to drag the draft, but only Luo Wangshu.

"Where is your seat?" Qiao Wei grabbed Luo Wangshu who was about to rush to the editor's office.

Now Luo Wangshu's mind is full of the sense of accomplishment of "getting all the manuscripts" and "perfectly completing the task". He raised his chin slightly in one direction of the work area, broke away from his hand and continued to walk forward quickly .

Qiao Wei looked at the hurried back of the little white rabbit, smiled helplessly, turned around two aisles, and sat down in his seat.

The editor next to him stiffened all of a sudden, not daring to breathe out.

It's about to kill her, yet Lord Yan actually sits next to her.

Luo Wangshu's seat is clean and tidy, and there are fewer things on the table than other editors, only the necessary file racks, pen holders and mugs, and there are lush asparagus planted in milky white porcelain pots on the corner of the table.

Under the computer monitor was an exquisite Japanese original painting album. The sealed packaging bag had not been torn open, and there was a small box of expensive brand toffee on the cover.

It was obvious that Luo Wangshu didn't let it go by himself.

"Who sent it?" Qiao Wei looked at the editor next door and said calmly.

The editor hurriedly replied: "Director Gu sent it yesterday."

"Gu Anrang?"

The editor nods.

Qiao Wei narrowed his eyes, and wrote "Sure enough" on his face.