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If she remembers correctly, her cousin should be filming in an overseas crew recently, right?

"Just yesterday! You don't know, it's like a dream! I just came back from my roommate's birthday, and she asked me to go downstairs, and I saw her as soon as I got downstairs! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Still jumping around, do you think I may have a heart attack?"

Shen Manyu: "..."

She turned her head and opened the dialog box with Shen Mingchu, and said with righteous indignation: "Shen Mingchu, you are still human! How old is Mianmian! She is only a little girl! You just attacked her, you beast !"

The anger contained in this sentence is in stark contrast to the humble dog licking above.

Yes, she knew that her cousin had been coveting her childhood for many years, and that Spaghetti liked Shen Mingchu, but two people like each other, and being with two people is a completely different thing!In her heart, Spaghetti is still a baby!How can we fall in love? !Mom doesn't allow it!

Shen Mingchu did not reply.

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……

Shen Manyu's roommate was stunned by the prompts sounding one after another.

"Eel, who transferred you so much money?"

Shen Manyu twitched the corners of her mouth.

The raging fire burning in the old mother's heart was mostly extinguished by the open money fire hydrant.

She can only try her best to maintain her last dignity: "It's useless to beat and beat money! Let me tell you, Shen Mingchu, do you know about our little fool? If you let me know that you dare to bully her, if you let me I know that Mianmian has been wronged by you, be careful that I will turn against your sister and take Mianmian back!"

Shen Mingchu, who only sent money but never replied, finally replied to her message this time.

"My apple, don't worry about it."

"Woooooooo my sleep..."

Putting down the phone, Shen Manyu wailed.

The roommate was curious, "What's wrong?"

"Our family, Mianmian, was taken away by a wolf with a big tail!"

"The one who gave you a red envelope just now?" said the roommate, "Then this person is quite powerful, and he knows how to find out everyone around his girlfriend. He is so generous when he sends you money, he must be even more generous to Zhao Yimian , you don't have to worry."

Generous, why not generous...

When mentioning this matter, Shen Manyu was filled with resentment.

As big as clothes, shoes, watches and jewelry, as small as underwear and a pen, Zhao Yimian's whole body is almost covered with things bought by Shen Mingchu. Although she doesn't usually spend much, her consumption level is no different from that of ordinary college students, but her A custom-made suit without a label, every time I go out is a walking six-figure figure.

And she could only pick up the leftovers that the store gave when Shen Mingchu bought things for Zhao Yimian.

Forget it, one must be content, Shen Manyu comforted herself, it would be nice to have one, what kind of bicycle do you want.

……

Although I watched a popcorn movie, the plot was ups and downs and exciting.

The movie Shen Mingchu picked, even if it was a popcorn movie, was a popcorn movie on the passing line.

Unknowingly, several bags of snacks entered Zhao Yimian's stomach hummingly.

After the movie ended, Shen Mingchu turned on the less dazzling spotlights on the wall. Zhao Yimian saw the mess he had made, and immediately jumped up and said, "I'll go clean right away!"

Shen Mingchu glanced at his watch, and said to her, "It's almost ten o'clock, don't you need code words today?"

"Ah?!" Zhao Yimian, who forgot the time while watching the movie, turned on her phone and glanced at it. The word 09:58 was displayed on the phone, and she wailed, "My update, today I have an appointment with someone to write eight A thousand words, miserable, dead!"

She originally planned to start writing the manuscript at nine o'clock, but the movie was so exciting that she completely forgot about the time!

For a second, Zhao Yimian forgot about the cleaning he had just said, stuffed the snacks into Shen Mingchu's hands, and went straight to the study, sat down on the chair in the study, and slid Enter the desk, turn on the computer, and the codeword interface pops up directly.

She quickly glanced at her outline, and previous summary, and put her fingers on the keyboard. Her slender and delicate fingers jumped up on the keyboard as if she was playing a piano.

Shen Mingchu was in a daze for a moment looking at her furious appearance.

"Ah, ah, I won't talk to you for now, I haven't written an update tonight!"

"Ah Chu—I have 1000 yuan for this month's manuscript fee, 1000 yuan! Isn't it amazing!"

"Ah Chu, what do you think I will be a full-time writer in the future? Anyway, I don't have a lot of expenses. I earn 3000 yuan a month, so I should be able to support myself... right? Forget it, it's still unrealistic, just What if I can't support myself at this street level?"

Shen Mingchu looked at Zhao Yimian's back, and said softly in his heart: "I will support you."

You just do what makes you happy.

……

The new study is very quiet, and the sound insulation is much better than at home.

Dim yellow lights enveloped the entire room, and the bright crisp rattle of the keyboard kept ringing.

The deadline probably has some wonderful magic power bonus. Zhao Yimian, who can usually write [-] words for five hours, took less than an hour to type out a piece of writing, and it was still her least good at writing. Emotional drama——

Sitting at the side, Shen Mingchu who turned on a small lamp to read a book inadvertently turned his head, and saw her staring at the screen with a subtle auntie smile on her face.

She turned a page, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Copy, paste, post, update.

Seeing that a new chapter was sent out, Zhao Yimian breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but look at his comment area.

The great author has the troubles of the great author, and the street author also has his own benefits.

Fewer readers means that there are not many disputes, and the comment area is very friendly. The few comments are just cheering, and Zhao Yimian is satisfied, like a weak electric bicycle that has been running for a few kilometers, and it is fully charged again. Once full of momentum.

But what made her more motivated was that it was getting closer to twelve o'clock.

"Damn it, I didn't watch anything, why did it take 10 minutes?!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! Think fast, your brain! If we can't write [-] words before twelve o'clock today, we're finished!"

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The lazy cancer patient who had sworn countless times solemnly promised again.

Maybe it was because of the anxiety in her heart. As the time passed, her expression became more ferocious, and her hands on the keyboard became harder and harder. There was an inexplicable murderous aura overflowing. I know, she is writing a sweet love story, no I know, I thought she was writing something that would blow a dog's brain out of a bloody plot.

11: 59.

Zhao Yimian switched to the code word statistics interface.

7905.

"It's over." She slumped on the chair, like a salted fish that had lost all vitality.

In the last minute, she couldn't write these 1 characters.

"what happened?"

Hearing the voice of caring, Zhao Yimian turned over, knelt on the chair, hugged the back of the chair and cried, "I didn't write 100 characters today, I want to send a 100 yuan red envelope in the group, 100 yuan, [-] yuan, My heart hurts..."

When buying snacks, one hundred is not too much, and giving a red envelope of one hundred is like cutting her flesh.

You must know that the money in Penguin's coin purse is all she saved from snatching red envelopes for a penny and a dime. Once she failed to spell, she would spend all her net worth... Her heart hurts so much ah!

In the next second, someone rubbed her head suddenly.

Only Shen Mingchu's gentle voice said: "Let me give you red envelopes, okay?"

"Ah... No, no, no, no, I can do it myself, but I didn't do it myself. I just send out the red envelopes myself."

Zhao Yimian was taken aback by her proposal.

Pick up the phone and prepare to send red envelopes in the spelling group.

The bad friends who have finished spelling wantonly ridiculed in the group: "Where is the pasta? Where is the pasta? Haha, didn't she say yesterday that she would kill me? Why is there no movement today? Could it be cowardice? Do you see, 8001 words, the perfect number of words, just right, come out and post a screenshot of Spaghetti!"

"Daddy let you go today! If you have the ability to spell [-] words tomorrow, I want you to look good!"

When Zhao Yimian saw the group message, her eyes were red, and she pressed her fingers on the keyboard, almost crushing the screen, but when it came time for her to send the red envelope, her heart ached again, and when she pressed OK to send, she I closed my eyes, not daring to look at it because of the heartache.

Ding-dong-

The moment the reminder sounded, Zhao Yimian felt that his heart was broken.

She performed the ups and downs of sending red envelopes by herself. Shen Mingchu felt that watching her act was much more interesting than watching those little fresh meats. At least Zhao Yimian's acting skills could make people feel her heart like a knife.

Ding-dong-

It was another red envelope notification sound.

Someone who was still heartbroken and unable to extricate himself, regained his vitality in a second, opened the notification bar of the mobile phone, clicked on the dialog box to grab the red envelopes in one go, his movements were smooth and clean, and he looked like a person with rich experience and advanced martial arts.

10000 yuan.

After snatching and looking at the numbers that popped up, she realized something was wrong, and turned to look at Shen Mingchu, "Why did you send me such a big red envelope, no, no, when did you add my WeChat, no, no, When will WeChat send out such a big red envelope?"

Shen Mingchu laughed, "Look carefully."

Zhao Yimian lowered her head, only then did she notice that what Shen Mingchu sent to herself was a money transfer.

"I can't ask you for this money." Zhao Yimian prepared to transfer it back to Shen Mingchu without saying a word.

Shen Mingchu directly took away her mobile phone, and asked back, "Why not?"

Zhao Yimian anxiously said: "You will not be rewarded for nothing, I..."

"Mianmian." Shen Mingchu interrupted her, "Did you forget that we are already married?"

Zhao Yimian didn't understand, so, "Huh?"

"This is pocket money for you. If it's not enough, ask me for it."

"no……"

Zhao Yimian wanted to say something else, but Shen Mingchu said to her in a firm but serious tone: "Mianmian, I know many writers, and they told me that as an author, the most painful thing is to earn money for food. I have to try my best to please readers. I dare not write what I want to write, and I don’t like what I write. I am obviously on this road for my dream, but the more I walk, the more painful and confused I am. Don’t choose to change careers and live the life you hate the most.”

"I am rich, this is not to show off, but I want to tell you that we are married, you are my wife, I can be your financial support, you can be a happy, happy writer, Write what you like to your heart's content, it doesn't matter if you can't write well, I will support you, if one day you become famous because of what you like, you can support me instead, how about it?"

Zhao Yimian looked at her very seriously, as if he was trying to tell the truth from what she said.

She suddenly raised her hand and wiped her eyes, her voice choked up, "Why did you suddenly say such nice things, do you believe that I will cry for you?"