Sensual Novelist and President of Zhuiwen

Yingying, what Yingying?He is still Yanyan.

No, Yu Wenke frowned and carefully stared at the president in front of him.

There is a gun on the president's desk. Although I don't know what the president will do next, it is definitely not a good thing.

The president took out a custom-made silk handkerchief from the pocket of his suit with his right hand, picked up a pistol on the table with his left hand that was unknown whether it was real or fake, wiped it again and again, and continued:

"So, what happens next?"

Yu Wenke suddenly realized that the office play that the president was talking about was the unfinished office play in his article "Two or Three Things the President and Secretary Have to Say".And Yingying is the heroine in his other unfinished article "The CEO's Runaway Sweetheart".

This... the president still reads his romantic pornography?

"How about I tell you the next plot?" Yu Wenke couldn't see what the president was thinking, so he could only probe in a low voice.

The president pointed his gun at him now, shook his head with his mouth, and said:

"If you want to dictate the office play, I don't mind."

"Forget it, I'll fill in the hole."

Although it feels a bit unbelievable, Yu Wenke probably knows what the president wants to do.

The president wanted him to fill in the hole, and the method he used was a bit "extreme".

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the president put down the pistol he was cleaning.Then stared at him and said:

"Let's start now."

"Huh? But I didn't bring a computer." Isn't the CEO a little too anxious?

"Use mine, sit here." The president's pistol was laid carelessly on the table like that, swearing his sovereignty all the time.

Section Chief Yu Wen has never seen gangsters or real pistols at such a young age. For the sake of his life, he still walked to the president's side.

The president stood up and gave up the president's chair, so Yu Wenke had to sit down obediently.

The computer page on the super-large screen displayed exactly the floating website of Anxiang, and the president's gold and diamond VIP account was still logged in, with an ID of "嘤嘤咱".

huh huh?

Yu Wenke almost asked what this errand was.

However, reason told him, no!

"Log in to your own account." The president stood beside Yu Wenke with his arms around his chest, staring at him.

Yu Wenke cautiously logged out of the president's "嘤嘤嘤" account, and then logged into Langli Baitiao's account.

As soon as you log in, it will show that there are comments from readers.

And there are many of them.

"Believe it or not, if you don't update, fill in the pits, or fix it, I'll tie you up and write pornographic articles against you!"

Langli Baitiao looked at this yellow, domineering and rude comment in shock, from the ID "嘤嘤嘤".

His neck was stiff, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at the president.

Continue to scroll down, such as:

"Hey...you are so yellow."

"Don't you know that Langda's quality has always been poor? What's more true, really, childish."

"Brother, I support you! Because I also want to see a perfect ending!"

"Pull it down, if he can really tie Langda to write the ending, I'll live broadcast and eat shit!"

such comments.

He, what is he, wants to be submerged?

The president wants to put him in the office to write an office play?

Yu Wenke silently crossed out the reader's comments.

Then he looked at the president and asked:

"Which hole should I fill first?"

"What do you say?"

"That Yingying?" Yu Wenke was not sure.

"Huh?" The president's tone was slightly uncomfortable.

"The secretary's article!"

The president didn't say anything, it should be the secretary's article.

But "Two or Three Things the President and the Secretary Have to Say", the next thing is to write an office play!He is a mother.

Yu Wenke felt that the president's chair sitting under his buttocks was a bit abrasive, and he couldn't stand it.

The president finally moved away from him, and the strong air pressure was a little less.

Then the president walked to the leather sofa not far away and sat down, and called his secretary:

"Order two takeaways to be delivered to my office, and they will be delivered before 12:30."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and lay down on the sofa to play with his mobile phone.

At [-]:[-], there was a knock on the office door, a short and fat woman came in with two boxes of lunch, and looked around to look behind the computer, but the president's computer screen was too big, completely covering Yu Wenke's eyes. , leaving only his hands that have been single for more than [-] years, typing quickly on the keyboard.

Concentrating on nothing else, Yu Wenke tapped on the clip of the office play. In the novel, the president has already kissed the little secretary all over in a fancy way, and finally removed the last piece of clothing on the little secretary.

The real-life president shouted:

"Come and eat."

"Oh, right now."

Yu Wenke saved the draft, and ate dinner with the president in a hurry.

The president ate very elegantly, without any movement, and was a gentleman.

You can see that Yu Wenke is twitching his mouth, you think, why is this person so out of his mind that he has to read his romantic pornography?

After lunch, the president didn't sleep, as if he was determined to wait for him to finish writing the article.

Yu Wenke bit the bullet and finished writing the office play before he dared to say weakly:

"The latest chapter is finished, why don't you take a look?"

Lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, the president opened his eyes and said:

"Just upload it directly."

"Oh." Just as Yu Wenke was about to click upload, the president suddenly shouted:

"and many more."

"what happened?"

Yu Wenke watched the president sit up from the sofa, then stood up again, walked to him, snatched the mouse from his hand, and clicked the cursor on "The author has something to say", and then his slender and bony fingers clicked on it. A line of words was typed on the tactile keyboard:

"That friend who eats shit live, let me see your hands."

[The author has something to say]: "That friend who eats shit live, let me see your hands!"