how many boogie i used to like you

In the deadlocked room, the air seemed to be stagnant.

Zhao Fengshi's heart was like a balloon that had been punctured and was leaking.

He straightened up, looked down at Huo Xiaoshu with a lonely face, and asked, "Since it's all like this, why are you here looking for Lin Ci?"

Huo Xiaoshu paused, and said in a low voice: "I want to sell all his novels to make movies and TV shows, so that he can get more money."

Zhao Fengshi squinted his eyes and looked at it, he chuckled, "I can do this too."

Huo Xiaoshu looked up and saw the expression on Zhao Fengshi's face, he was shocked, Zhao Fengshi said: "You should know what I think, what do I want?"

Slowly clenching his fists, Huo Xiaoshu remained silent, of course he knew what Zhao Fengshi wanted, what he wanted at the beginning, and now he still has the same intention when he comes back, but the way has changed.

No longer deliberately ridiculing just to attract attention, he has changed from being reckless when he was young to being able to do things with ease. He said to Huo Xiaoshu: "I will take good care of Lin Ci."

As soon as the words were finished, the doorbell rang. Both of them were taken aback. Zhao Fengshi turned his head to the door and heard Lin Ci's voice outside the house, "Zhao Fengshi, my typewriter seems to be broken. Can you help me look?"

Huo Xiaoshu looked at Zhao Fengshi, and the other party grinned at him. His heart was filled with irritability, and when Zhao Fengshi walked briskly to the door, Huo Xiaoshu also stood up.

Zhao Fengshi opened the door, the light in the corridor was shining, falling on Lin Ci's face, he raised his head, his face was pale, he had lost a lot of weight, and his facial features were all fragile.

He stretched out his hand as if looking for something, Zhao Fengshi grabbed his fingertips, Lin Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Can you come over and take a look for me? My typewriter seems to be broken."

"Okay, let's go."

As Zhao Fengshi said, he turned his head and glanced at Huo Xiaoshu. The other party pursed his lips and squeezed the mineral water bottle in his hand. He walked softly behind Zhao Fengshi and the others, standing on the other side of the corridor, watching Lin Ci and Zhao Fengshi walk. Entering the room, Zhao Fengshi held the door handle with his hand, gently moved the door, and closed the door.

Zhao Fengshi followed Lin Ci, entered the house, and saw Luka sitting on the side eyeing him, he shook, and slowly dawdled with small steps.

"My typewriter seems to be stuck in something, and I can't type."

Lin Ci's voice was weak, Zhao Fengshi heard it, and said, "You are in good health, and you still want to write articles?"

"This is due for submission. I already took it off a while ago, and it's almost the end of the month now. If I delay, the editor will be angry with me."

"Are you all angry? Your editor co-author is going to be pissed off." Zhao Fengshi said something, Lin Ci listened for a while, and called his name in a serious manner. Zhao Fengshi curled his lips and avoided the crowd. A dog, the fox tail behind his buttocks is up again.

Following Lin Ci to the study room, there were two rows of bookshelves filled with books. Zhao Fengshi glanced at it and asked, "You wrote it all?"

"Some are, some are not, you can sit on the chair, the typewriter is over there."

Lin Ci rested his hand on the bookshelf, and Zhao Fengshi sat down as he said.

There was a typewriter on the dark red wooden table, a notebook next to it, and nothing else. Lin Ci noticed Zhao Fengshi's silence and said, "I dare not put other things on the table. I was afraid that I would accidentally fall to the ground."

Zhao Fengshi let out a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the chair. He looked down at the typewriter keyboard, raised his hand, and gently covered the pads of his fingers. The uneven marks were pressed into the flesh. His expression was gloomy, and he was stunned for a few seconds.

"Zhao Fengshi? Is the typewriter stuck in something?"

Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, Lin Ci asked in a low voice.

Zhao Fengshi regained his senses in a trance. He glanced at the keyboard, not knowing what he was thinking. Looking at the thing that was stuck on the key, Zhao Fengshi poked down with his hand again. He raised his head and said to Lin Ci: " I didn't see anything stuck, how about I take you to repair this typewriter another day? Or sell a new one?"

"But I have to rush to finish the draft in these two days." Lin Ci looked depressed and anxious.

Zhao Fengshi pursed his lips and suggested softly, "Why don't you read it out and I'll type it for you?"

This is definitely not a good suggestion. Lin Ci was at a loss in the dark, and she was in a half-empty state. She was stunned and heard Zhao Fengshi say: "You see that you are not feeling well. You must be very tired from typing. You just lie down I’m sitting next to you on the sofa, and you tell me, and I’ll type it out for you. And I’m now half of your book fan, and I’m still the one who handles your first manuscript, let me see it first, and you also Don't feel troublesome to me, I'm not at a loss at all."

This book fan is really not worthy of the name, right?

Lin Ci thought of Zhao Fengshi, who was still holding a book plausibly asking himself why he should write him as a eunuch a few days ago, Lin Ci looked confused.

He didn't even have time to refuse, a heavy weight came from his shoulders, and he was lifted out with half his arms around him.

Zhao Fengshi supported his waist with his hands, and got him onto the sofa. Lin Ci shook twice, and a blanket fell from the sky, covering him completely. He stayed there for several seconds, pulled the blanket away, and heard Zhao Fengshi say : "Let's get started, Lin Ci."

This……

All the thoughts in his head seemed to come to an abrupt end. Lin Ci lay on the sofa, sunk in the dim darkness, without starlight, moonlight, dawn, or sunset. In the darkness of nothing, Zhao Fengshi The sound is like a match head rubbing against the carton, cutting a line of fire.

He looked at the beam of light blankly and dully, and approached a little bit, afraid that he would never see it again after it went out, so he dared not refuse.

Zhao Fengshi majored in finance at university. He has always been a science major. In high school, in order to gain breath, he tried to balance each class. Now that he has graduated for so many years, he has long forgotten the common sense of literature he learned before.

He used to say that Lin Ci was simple-minded, but now he is helping Lin Ci to write, but he has to ponder over every word Lin Ci utters several times. Porcelain is said to go to the latter paragraph.

Zhao Fengshi pressed his head and said in a low voice, "Wait, slow down."

"Huh?" Lin Ci closed his eyes, his thoughts were interrupted, he couldn't react, Zhao Fengshi pressed the recording, and planned to go back and listen to the recording to make up for the mistakes.

"Okay, let's start over." Zhao Fengshi let out a breath slowly, and suddenly felt that this job was more troublesome than buying a company.

Lin Ci leaned on the sofa, he closed his eyes again, Zhao Fengshi sat cross-legged in front of the sofa, leaned forward slightly, listened intently and stared at the computer screen intently.

Next to his ears was Lin Ci's soft voice, a tone he had never heard before. In his memory, Lin Ci was always at war with him, so soft like spring breeze and warm sun, it was really rare.

After Lin Ci narrated a chapter, she paused slightly, and said softly: "The next chapter, why don't I write it myself?"

"It's okay, since I'm writing, I'll help you finish the manuscript together."

"No." Lin Ci was a little embarrassed, Zhao Fengshi saw him hesitating, and looked back at him.

Half of Lin Ci's face was buried in the blanket, and the pinnae of his ears were reddish. Zhao Fengshi was taken aback. He turned his head to look at the computer screen. Combining with the previous text, he used his poor imagination to come up with a conjecture in his mind.

Zhao Fengshi's eyes lit up, and he leaned towards Lin Ci. Fortunately, Lin Ci couldn't see the expression on his face. Zhao Feng was serious in fashion, suppressing the excitement in his tone, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to write the next chapter?" Is there a bed scene?"

Burying his face in the blanket, Zhao Fengshi's voice was unmistakable, he sighed in his heart, this person has really grown up, if he was in the past, he would definitely ridicule him.

He nodded, and said softly, "I want to write, but... I'll write it myself."

"This won't work. I must finish my work. You told me not to type out a chapter. I feel so suffocated." Zhao Fengshi leaned an inch closer, lowered his head to Lin Ci's ear, and blew out hot air. He smiled and said: "And Lin Ci, you are not interested, so you just missed a chapter of the sex scene for me. Isn't this trying to whet my appetite?"

"I...I didn't."

"You have it." Zhao Fengshi insisted, Lin Ci blushed, and didn't know what to say, he was dumbfounded for a few seconds, and then he heard Zhao Fengshi say flatly: "Okay, let's not waste time, just talk quickly, I'm waiting."

"Wait...how do I think about it?" Lin Ci lowered his voice and was silent for a moment, his lips moved slightly.

Like the book published now, the role of this kind of scenes must be reduced, but sometimes, the bed and the scene are indispensable, to confirm the relationship between the two, to create other intimacy, most of Lin Ci It's written in a vague and ambiguous way.

But no matter how euphemistic and ambiguous the writing is, the dictation has to be written by someone else, and this book is No. 1, this is even more difficult for Lin Ci.

He stuttered and said a short beginning, Lin Ci's face was almost familiar, but Zhao Fengshi became more and more excited. He lowered his voice and asked, "Then, Lin Ci, don't stop."

"Then...then..." Breathing out his breath, Lin Ci turned over and turned his back to Zhao Fengshi, panicked with shame, his voice restrained and timid, and said: "I have thought about this person in front of me more than once, the floating Long hair, smiling eyes, soft cheeks, reddish lips... And the body, from feet to top, will be mine, every inch of skin will be scratched by me, and I will kiss it all over. "

Zhao Fengshi's breathing became lighter, he stopped talking, only the sound of typing on the keyboard and Lin Ci remained in the room.

He substituted himself, and read out the words declaring sovereignty word by word, and Zhao Fengshi also substituted himself, secretly replacing her with him.

"I've never loved someone so much as I do now, when I hold him, it's like I have everything.

I lay in bed with him, I kissed him, and I told him, I love you.

He smiled at me, rubbed his face, opened his mouth, and kissed me back.

I heard him say, I love you too. "

After typing the last word, Zhao Fengshi took a deep breath. He lowered his head and looked at his trousers with a somber expression.