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Seeing her embarrassed little expression, Shen Mingchu couldn't help stretching out his finger and pressing it on the screen of the phone, wishing he could penetrate the screen and touch the person on the opposite side - her little wife, who would always bring her A surprise of one kind or another.

Originally, Zhao Yimian was asked to participate in the discussion session, just to broaden her thinking and provide her with some more inspirations. Maybe she would be more relaxed when writing articles. I didn't expect that she could really provide people's eyes. Ideas come.

"Can I really help you?" Zhao Yimian asked nervously after finishing her chatter.

Shen Mingchu nodded affirmatively, "Mianmian has been of great help."

Zhao Yimian smiled again.

Good thing she wasn't completely useless.

While talking, Shen Mingchu glanced at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock, and said to Zhao Yimian: "Mianmian, I'm calling here today, you go to rest first, don't you still have to accompany Xiumin tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it's already twelve o'clock? I said to write another chapter!" Zhao Yimian realized the passage of time belatedly, and said with a sad face, "I only saved the manuscript of one chapter! What can I do the day after tomorrow? !"

Shen Mingchu, who has always been a naked/running person, was worried about saving manuscripts. She was a little surprised. She laughed and said, "Aren't you a pigeon spirit? Why do you still worry about updating?"

"Who, who said I'm a pigeon spirit?" Zhao Yimian retorted confidently, "I've been updating daily for a week, okay! Readers in the comment section are praising me! Hmph, I've already made up my mind to develop a daily routine. Get a better habit, strive for a year, two, or even ten years in a row! If you don’t have enough talent, work hard to make up for it! Sooner or later, I will become a great god!"

It's rare for little Xianyu to forge ahead, Shen Mingchu didn't hit her, but just followed her words and said: "Okay, okay, come on, Mianmian, you are the best, I'll wait for you to earn money to support me."

Zhao Yimian waved her hand, "Don't worry about small things, I won't make you wait too long for this day!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yimian carefully lifted the quilt and lay down on another bed in the room.

After replying to her roommate's message, she put down her phone and got ready to sleep.

I closed my eyes, but tossed and turned again, unable to sleep.

It was like a fire was burning in my heart.

"Mianmian, I'm waiting for you to earn money to support me."

Shen Mingchu's gentle voice echoed in her ears.

Zhao Yimian was almost out of breath under the pressure of these words.

When will she be able to earn money to support Shen Mingchu...

No, when will I earn enough money to support Shen Mingchu!

Any one of the bags and watches in Shen Mingchu's closet would be equivalent to her income for several months.

If you want to support someone, you can't let Shen Mingchu accompany her to eat chaffy vegetables, so what is Shen Mingchu trying to do?

Doesn't she do the dishes?

Really unable to sleep, Zhao Yimian simply turned on the coding software on the phone, just lay on the bed, started writing with two thumbs, and devoted himself to work, even though he knew that his income would not soar, but writing more, My heart seems to be a little more at ease.

In the world of adults, hard work is not necessarily useful.

But at least she tried.

"Mianmian, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Ouch." Zhao Yimian covered her nose, tears streaming out.

"Mianmian, what's wrong?"

Bi Xiumin fumbled to turn on the light.

"No, it's okay, it's just that the phone fell and hit the nose, and the bone hurts."

As she said that, Bi Xiumin's hand had already touched the position of the bedside lamp, and turned on the lamp with a snap.

Zhao Yimian looked extremely embarrassed, his eyes were red, his hands were still covering his nose, and he was crying so hard.

Bi Xiumin was taken aback, it was smashed so hard!

"Is it painful? Is there any problem with the bones? Otherwise, let's go to the hospital!"

"No, it's nothing." Zhao Yimian said aggrievedly, "I don't know which muscle I hit, I couldn't stop crying."

Bi Xiumin burst out laughing.

She got up, went to the table next to her to get toilet paper, sat by the bed, and wiped Zhao Yimian's tears.

Fortunately, Zhao Yimian didn't cry for a long time, she just stopped crying after a while.

She got up from the bed and sat on the backrest, wiping her tears and snot.

The paper she wiped her tears and snot from was taken by Bi Xiumin, and she helped to throw it into the trash can, she didn't dislike it at all.

"Director, you are really suitable to be a mother. You are gentler to me than my mother is to me."

Zhao Yimian sighed from the bottom of her heart, as soon as she said the words, she wanted to slap herself.

Isn't she now which pot does not open and which pot to lift?

Bi Xiumin was also absent-minded for a moment, turned around, saw Zhao Yimian blaming herself, and said amusedly: "Otherwise, you will recognize me as your mother hahaha, I don't mind having such a good daughter like you."

Without even thinking about it, Zhao Yimian retorted: "It's a good idea, it's almost as good as you call me Dad."

"Hey, I regard you as my sister, but you actually want to be my father." Bi Xiumin took out her mobile phone, "Then I have to ask Hai Wen if they agree..."

"Don't, don't, sir, sir, I was wrong, I was wrong, I beg you to spare the little one."

Zhao Yimian grabbed Bi Xiumin's hand and begged for mercy.

The two looked at each other and laughed, but couldn't continue acting.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Bi Xiumin asked first.

"Just, I couldn't sleep, and I was thinking about writing some manuscripts."

"Why haven't I seen you so diligent before?"

"Hey, when did I stop being diligent? The past was the past, and now is the present. I have changed my mind and become a new man. I am a diligent author again!"

"What a bad adjective..." Bi Xiumin couldn't help complaining, and suddenly relaxed her tone, "It must be a lot of pressure to be with Shen Mingchu."

"Not really..." Zhao Yimian gradually lowered her head under Bi Xiumin's aggressive eyes, "Well, there is a little bit, a little bit."

She pinched her little finger with her thumb, making a slight gesture.

To prove that it is indeed a little bit.

"How should I put it, she's a little too nice, I, I always feel that I'm not good enough for her..."

In front of familiar people, Zhao Yimian opened up her heart. This is something she has never said to Shen Manyu, but in front of Bi Xiumin, she easily confides, "Sometimes, I feel like a person who didn't buy it." Lottery winners are notified by phone that they have won the special prize, do you understand that feeling? It’s when you have all the correct personal information, but you always feel that you have claimed someone else’s prize.”

"Then... will Mianmian give up?"

"Don't even think about it!" Zhao Yimian's eyes widened, "What's in my pocket, Zhao Yimian, how can I take it out? Even if it's wrong, it's mine, hum! No one can take it away!"

A certain person who was still anxious a moment ago has already said harsh words like a bandit leader at this moment, "I eat soft rice with my own ability, why should I not be allowed to eat it? Eating soft rice is also a craft, understand Don’t understand? Most people want to eat but still can’t!”

Bi Xiumin chuckled, this is the Zhao Yimian she knew.

She seems to be never ready, always lacking in self-confidence, but when she really needs to face it, she will go forward bravely like a knight and never back down-and she just needs such courage.

"Mianmian, if Li Junbo and I divorce, do you think I should keep this child?"

Zhao Yimian was distressed, what happened today, one or two asked her for advice.

As a person who has a hard time making decisions about what to eat for lunch, is it really hard to make up your mind?

If it is someone from the sidelines, unfamiliar people, Zhao Yimian may be able to deal with them skillfully, such as "see your own thoughts", "ask your own heart, you already have the answer", etc. But the person who asked this question was Bi Xiumin, Zhao Yimian felt that he had to express a clear attitude.

Even during the day, she was still shocked by Bi Xiumin's decision to abort the child, but now, she felt that her brain was clear enough to state her point of view.

She glanced at Bi Xiumin's stomach, and said without hesitation: "I don't think so."

"Although I have never raised a child, I know that raising a child is not an easy task."

"Don't you all envy Ms. Song? You think she is very chic, but to be honest, sometimes I wonder if Ms. Song's life would be much easier without me.

"Do you still remember the little brother I told you about chasing from Italy to Huaguo? He really liked Ms. Song so much that he couldn't help but like her, so much that he even told Ms. Song that if he didn't If he is with her, he may never meet the next person who wants to marry in his life.

"They have even reached the point where they are talking about marriage. Ms. Song asked me which wedding dress would look better when I got married, but one day, they broke up suddenly, and Ms. Song deleted all the pictures of the Italian brother. I indifferently refused him again and again, and I later found out that the two of them would break up just because I complained a few words when chatting with Shen Manyu, and I felt so scared to settle abroad in the future."

"I am a shackle on Ms. Song. Even if she never shows it, I know that I am the one who restrains her footsteps, the one who restricts her wings to fly high, and the one who makes it impossible for her to completely abandon her. The past, invested in the new future."

"Mianmian, Ms. Song doesn't want you to think so." Bi Xiumin said.

"I know, if she knows that I think so, she will definitely laugh at me, and she will definitely tell me triumphantly, the child is hypocritical, and the old lady is chic, I want you to sympathize... But I can't stop thinking this way, I , I just feel sorry for her..."

While talking, Zhao Yimian actually started to cry.

No matter how hard she tried to persuade Bi Xiumin, she couldn't persuade her, so she had to call Ms. Song in the middle of the night. She used her own number. As soon as the call was connected, Ms. Song's voice came, "What's wrong with Mianmian?"

Hearing her mother's voice, Zhao Yimian's emotions suddenly collapsed, "Mom—"

Ms. Song was also obviously panicked, "What's the matter, baby, who bullied you? Did you catch the surname Shen for doing bad things? You complain to your mother, and mother will clean her up for you. She can't take care of herself after beating her."

"No, no, it's none of Ah Chu's business, it's because I miss you."

"Hey, you kid, what's the matter, it's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and it's time to suppress the cloud?" After hearing that she wasn't being bullied, Ms. Song's tone suddenly became more relaxed, "Okay, okay, it's almost over, hang up Hang up, you don’t have sex, but I do, bring Mingchu back for dinner another day, bye.”

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The author has something to say:

23 years old, hello.