Has the sick and weak attack lost its horse today?

Under the urging of the children, Yan Gexu thought of it and started the 888 lottery draw.

However, the random weibo lottery did not favor the children who opened the box and routinely hacked. The He mine child quickly grabbed a sofa under the weibo of the lottery, and then continued a few words in the private message column of Yan Gexu's unanswered message: [ wow] [My wife just opened 888~ If you win a prize, don’t you open a lottery again?Let's celebrate together? 】Yan Ge continued to laugh back angrily, this little thing is in Qian's eyes, right?

It was the same during the live broadcast before. She was skinny and shameless. Once for someone else’s reward, she almost performed a bald head on the spot. If it wasn’t for that live broadcast, Yan Gexu happened to be watching, and saved the young anchor in time with a higher reward. Looking at the delicate and easy-to-touch hair, he has no doubt that he may have to see a bald head for a long time in the future.

Just thinking about it makes your eyes hot.

Yan Ge continued to click in and looked at the children's Weibo, and a series of lucky draws were reposted, and the response was extremely positive. However, he was so lonely with a black face, and he had never won a prize. Yan Gexu even saw a lottery that was not low. tag, replied him embarrassingly: [It’s not that the lottery can’t be opened again... But are you unlucky, it seems that you haven’t won a single time? 】【#今日精米销奖了吗#?Is this tag talking about you? 】【Touch your head.gif】

[Do you want me to send you a special red envelope? 】

Yan Gexu usually gave him a lot of rewards, and it is really nothing to send a red envelope at this moment, but a certain little money fan started to disappear, and entered the mode of not being able to read back, Yan Gexu didn't care, saw WeChat The profile picture of the editor in charge who brought him first on the Internet began to flash.

[Baby, baby, after receiving the award, how are you?My sister has something to look for you! 】The corners of Yan Gexu's mouth twitched. The editor in charge took him when he published his first collection of family letters at the age of 16, and he always had the mentality of taking care of a child.Now it should be called a mentality with a cash cow.

[Not good, not here, not free. ] Yan Ge continued to reply.

[Boss, I was wrong, it’s true, I have something to ask you, the 30th anniversary of the publishing house will be celebrated next month, you are our star author, and just in time for you to win Hundred Flowers, you haven’t opened a book signing since you wrote the book , your hardcover version of the trilogy will be released next month, the right time, place and people, so can you open the signing, please, please, my sister's milk powder depends on you Earned] Yan Ge continued, this person, dripping grace, spring water love, no grievances, very hatred, not a gentleman, but a temperament that must be revenged. The other party supported him back then and knew his physical condition. Going to activities will be arranged for him very appropriately, and Yan Gexu will not refuse to ask Yan Gexu at this moment.

[Just sign for two hours, let's sign slowly, don't worry, as much as you can sign, I will drive people away if you can't finish signing, and we will definitely not tire our teacher Yan.If two hours is not enough, one and a half hours.Teacher Yan, please take care of me! 】The editor-in-charge on the opposite side also knew his temperament, Yan Ge continued to be soft but not hard, and he has coaxed him over the years.

But when she thinks about it, she still thinks that Teacher Xiao Yan is much cuter. At that time, Teacher Xiao Yan wrote manuscripts very slowly, mainly due to illness, and the time to start writing was too short. As the editor-in-chief, she couldn't stand it, and instead wanted to coax him to stop writing, don't worry, in the age of electronic information, she made up such lies that the printing house can't finish printing, and she's too busy.Months of bonuses were withheld for this.

Yan Gexu just smiled after listening to it, and said yes, then I won't cause trouble for the printing factory.

Later, Yan Ge continued to publish manuscripts faster and faster, and she no longer needed to urge her, and the money she earned had already exceeded the salary deducted back then. The publishing house said that they would change him to an editor with better qualifications, Yan Ge continued. He said that if he didn't change, he would change the publishing house if he changed the editor-in-chief. He was nostalgic for the past and insisted on her.

Yan Ge continued to see that the other party was about to become a mother, and she was still as lively as a little girl who had just graduated back then, and replied to her: [Okay, you will be due next month, please wait in the hospital for delivery, I'll be there. 】【Okay, then I will send you the time and place, and tell me if you have anything to do!take care!Love you! 】Yan Gexu turned off the phone screen, and the little assistant from Yiqi came up again and asked him carefully: "Brother Xu, have you rested? Can you eat something?"

Yan Gexu still has no appetite at all. The weakening of the heart function makes the efficiency of other organs extremely low. It is difficult for him to feel hungry, but not eating will only make the body continue to rebel.

Yan Gexu didn't know what kind of food the little assistant found for him. It was a sticky bowl of white flowers. The taste was bland and slightly sweet, and the taste was sticky, as if he had eaten a mouthful of disgusting fat. After a few mouthfuls, Yan Gexu frowned and had the food removed.

The little assistant went out to communicate the vacancy of room service. Yan Ge continued to pull out the nasal oxygen, pushed open the hotel balcony door, and the fresh air splashed on his face with mischievous little ice particles. This is an area that has not been polluted much. Yan Ge continued to lick the little ice crystals that landed on the back of his hand, and always felt that it was sweet.

This old-fashioned hotel is located in the center of the urban area of ​​the city. It is only early 9 o'clock at the moment. Looking from the 8th floor, there are only sporadic lights left. The time difference makes Yan Gexu sleepless. On the edge of the balcony railing on the upper floor, I felt a fascinated dizziness like floating.

If he jumped down from here, would he be able to get rid of this cumbersome body and leave behind this weak heart, would he be able to leave his exhausted soul in this holy place?

Yan Gexu twitched the corners of his mouth in self-mockery, and finally just took a few steps back dejectedly, sank into the soft sofa facing the balcony, took out a cigar and a match from his pocket, and held it between his slender white fingers Let it ignite spontaneously.

"Brother continuation continuation..." The little assistant who came back was startled.

"Not dead, not smoked, look at the scenery, if you quarrel again, I will fire you on the spot, and you go back to my brother now." Yan Gexu limp on the sofa as if someone had been cramped, with a pair of With her beautiful eyes half-closed, she held up the expensive cigar in her hand and beckoned for the little assistant to come over.

"Song Ning, come to me."

"Brother Xu, let me close the balcony door for you first, okay? The heater is gone." The little assistant tremblingly wanted to touch the balcony door.

"Come here, don't make me repeat." Yan Gexu still waved.

Song Ning had no choice but to squat down in front of this ancestor. He didn't know who the ancestor who felt that he was in a good mood playing with his mobile phone just after he went out for a while, who touched his bad luck.

Yan Gexu supported the back of his neck with one hand, slightly stretched his thin knuckles, and sent Song Ning's head in front of him.

The little assistant was forced to stare at Yan Gexu's face, not knowing where to put his eyes, trembling and trying to hide.

With the other hand, Yan Gexu forcefully stuffed the cigar into the assistant's mouth, and said to the assistant who was almost unable to breathe, "Take a puff."

The little assistant took a sharp breath, belatedly choked on the acrid tobacco breath, his eyes were red from the choking, he covered his mouth and coughed, and looked at Yan Gexu in confusion.

"Is it easy to smoke?" Yan Gexu looked at him with an unclear expression.

"It's not easy to smoke, it's spicy, it's very spicy, and it's also bitter." The little assistant was about to cry again, it was so difficult, it was so difficult to make money.

Yan Ge continued to smile and said, "Yeah, how can anyone like this kind of thing? It smells bad."

Yan Gexu pressed out the precious cigar in the snowdrift on the balcony, stuck it straight in the snow, clapped his hands and walked back to the room. The little assistant asked again, "Brother Xu, Then I... closed the balcony door?"

"Why don't you keep it closed? You want to be cold?" Yan Ge continued to shrink back into the quilt, as if it was a matter of course, as if the person who refused to close the door just now was not him at all.

The little assistant plugged Yan Gexu's mobile phone into the power bank, and put both hands in front of Yan Gexu, although Mr. Yan told him not to let Yan Gexu play on his mobile phone all day long, let alone let Yan Gexu get his work computer , but for the safety of his own life and the safety of this ancestor, the little assistant is still relatively calm when playing with his mobile phone.

Yan Gexu took the phone inexplicably, flicked it out of boredom, didn't know what to play, and clicked on the website to flick and flick. This ancestor never went to the web site to read the text, he was looking for it. fun.

Today, he couldn't die, and before he finished the scan, he saw a certain id with a high appearance rate——Hehehe Mine.

No, what is He Mine?Why can I see these two words just by swiping casually recently?

Yan Ge was startled by the density of appearances, and curiously entered this shoddy web article whose title is an unremarkable domineering CEO in love with me.

Yan Gexu, who reads the text extremely fast, quickly scrolled down a dozen chapters, amused, isn't this kind of mentally handicapped web article just for scolding?It hit him at the muzzle.

So Song Ning looked at his ancestor with a cannibalistic smile, and the person who was about to be bullied was not him, he silently hid in the corner and showed the expression of the rest of his life.

cell phone!Light of humanity!The fire of his life!