camouflaged white lotus

Driven by no inspiration, I had to change, so I had to start being a monster.

What kind of women do men like?After I posted such a question on the Internet, N many stupid B men left a message. To sum it up, it is more work, more sloppy in bed, less nonsense, it is better to be stupid B.

I was taken aback by the remarks on the Internet, but I think that judging from Zou Ming's scumbag characteristics, this is the woman he wants, and all I need to do is cater to it.

Since I moved into the 'Golden House', Zou Ming has been here every night for a week. I have done my duty to cook, wash clothes, be gentle with him, and then tell him how much I love him. Zou Ming really enjoys this kind of life , and I just occasionally sneered when I was in his arms and called him stupid.

In a week, the words I wrote did not exceed a thousand words. This is the bottleneck period, not only my creation, but also my relationship with Zou Ming. I can’t find a breakthrough and I am completely powerless. Therefore, I need to consult my Military Advisor—Master White Deer Queen.

"You need an opportunity." Bailu always sees blood, and I urgently need an opportunity.

"So?" I asked.

"Uh~~" This is the first time I have seen Bailu lose his mind, so I am even more worried about where my inspiration will go.

—Excerpt from "From May to August"

Looking at the documents sent by lawyer Hao Tong, Zhao Jiajun couldn't believe that the owner of Bai Lian's house now was actually Bai Jian, so could this Bai Jian be the writer Bai Jian who spread rumors about him?Zhao Jiajun called Hao Tong, "Look up this Bai Jian's information for me! You must give it to me today!"

The truth cannot appease anger, it will only make people crazier, Zhao Jiajun finally got Bai Jian's identity information, the person in that one-inch photo is obviously Bai Lian, so Bai Jian is Bai Lian? !Zhao Jiajun was surprised by this realization, but he thought of a question, if Bai Lian was the great writer Bai Jian, why would he pretend to be a college student and be taken care of by him?After much deliberation, I feel that it is not reasonable!Could it be that the name Bai Jian was just a coincidence?But where are there so many coincidences?

Ke Roujun was called to the boss's office again. She said that Zhao Jiajun was just making use of the problem, but the actual purpose was to get her to resign automatically?

Knocking on the door and entering the office, Ke Roujun greeted cautiously, Zhao Jiajun knocked on the table, "Look at this."

Ke Roujun opened the file and looked it over, with a serious expression on his face, Zhao Jiajun said coldly, "Do you think he is Bai Jian?"

"Boss, I now think of a very possible answer, but I hope it is false."

"What do you think?" Looking at Ke Roujun's dignified expression, Zhao Jiajun also became inexplicably dignified, as if what was about to happen would make him fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

"Please wait a moment, I need to bring you something." Ke Roujun said and left, and came back after a while, with a book in his hand, "After reading this book, you will understand my thoughts."

Zhao Jiajun glanced at the cover of the book, title: From May to August, author: Bai Jian.

"Why are you showing me his book?" Zhao Jiajun asked.

"You will understand after reading it." Ke Roujun replied, and then turned around and ran away. Zhao Jiajun thought, what's wrong with this book, which makes Ke Roujun so frightened.

Zhao Jiajun's original work plan today was to hold the company's work plan meeting for next year, but since he fell in love with this book called "From May to August", Zhao Jiajun postponed the meeting and told his secretary not to be disturbed by anyone.

Ke Roujun was restless all afternoon, staring at the phone all the time, even when she was about to get off work, she didn't dare to pack up her things and leave until [-] o'clock in the evening, when Zhao Jiajun called and asked, "How many copies of this novel did you sell? "

"It is said that it has been reprinted, and the first edition is 50 copies."

'Paji' the phone hung up, Zhao Jiajun wanted to tear up that bastard Bai Jian now, but at this time Bai Jian was eating fried chicken legs, with the computer screen in front of him, he lamented that the inspiration was gone again.

In Bai Jian's not-too-long writing career, only Zhao Jiajun, an inspirational male god, appeared. Although he didn't want to admit it, the reality is so straight to the heart.After eating three chicken legs, Bai Jian finally realized that he needed to stimulate his cerebral cortex, and at this moment, those little secret videos of Zhao Jiajun and himself came in handy.

Bai Jian opened the notebook, and there was a folder dedicated to Zhao Jiajun. The name of the folder was not explicit, but it represented his pious heart for writing. The name of the folder was "Inspiration".Bai Jian named all kinds of videos and categorized them, such as 'Zhao Jiajun Showing Butt Video Collection', 'Zhao Jiajun Showing Video Collection', etc. Bai Jian licked her lips and clicked on 'Zhao Jiajun Showing Butt Video Collection'.

The shock of inspiration appeared half an hour later. Bai Jian pouted and frowned. He had already discovered his dependence on Zhao Jiajun. This dependence made him not only worried, but also uncertain about his future. One day, watching videos can no longer satisfy Bai Jian, is he going to close his pen?

Bai Jian loves to write stories, and it is better to let him die than to seal the pen.

The night passed quietly, Bai Jian suffered from insomnia tonight, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his legs crossed, and watched the night turn from black to white, Bai Jian looked back at the empty living room, he found that he actually missed Zhao Jiajun a little bit.

Bai Jian was frightened by her own thoughts, and a sentence from the editor echoed in his mind: Doesn't Bai Lian like Zou Ming?

How could Bai Lian like Zou Ming?Obviously it is to use!All are used!Bai Jian didn't yell out these words, because he felt that yelling out would be too Mary Sue. Bai Jian rubbed her face vigorously, and he felt that he was thinking wildly because he couldn't think of a plot.

Sitting in front of the computer again, Bai Jian continued to write about the perverted murderer. The murderer bought a bouquet of roses from a flower shop for his next murder target. The antique ring smiled gently, and the murderer's smile was reflected on the glass of the window, strangely gentle.

Bai Jian couldn't write a word anymore, he staggered into the bedroom, threw himself on the bed, and sighed deeply, "Maybe I should go on a trip~~" Bai Jian muttered, and then gradually fell asleep .

At least Bai Jian slept in the morning, but Zhao Jiajun was still full of energy in the morning, all thanks to Bai Jian, he made Zhao Jiajun nervous.

Zhao Jiajun sat in his office all night, read the book "From May to August" twice, and marked various special parts. , Zhao Jiajun showed a smile on his face. This smile is comparable to the murderer's smile written by Bai Jian, and it is inexplicably weird.

Early in the morning, when the secretary came to the office, the first step was to clean the office for Zhao Jiajun. When he opened the door, he was taken aback. Zhao Jiajun sat at the desk with a haggard face and red eyes. The ashtray on the desk was full of cigarette butts. The corner of the secretary's mouth twitched, "Are you working overtime all night?"

Zhao Jiajun glanced at the secretary coldly, "Notify the heads of all departments that the meeting will be held at nine o'clock. If anyone fails to arrive on time, prepare a letter of resignation!"

The secretary hurriedly nodded and left the office. She felt that if she stayed any longer, she would be crushed to death by Zhao Jiajun in minutes.

Zhao Jiajun lit another cigarette, and as the smoke lingered, he leaned back on the chair and let out a big breath, "Bai Jian~~Bai Jian~~I want you to die without a place to bury you~~"

At this time, Bai Jian, who had already fallen asleep, smashed her mouth and scratched her buttocks with her right hand. In the dream, Zhao Jiajun was walking under the sun, and turned around and smiled at him.