The infinite choice system of the city

"Don't! Don't! I'm fine by myself, I don't need to call someone over." Bai Huang quickly refused.

Mu Qianlian and Mu Lin won't be here tomorrow, so he can sleep leisurely for the whole day. Wouldn't it be a bad thing to ask Chu Li to come over.

Seeing Bai Huang's reaction, Mu Qianlian continued to write: "Aren't you really bored? Or I can ask Grandpa to see if I can take you with me."

"Forget it, forget it, you and the old man are going to handle the family business, it's not suitable for me to go there as an outsider, there's no need." Bai Huang refused again.

Hearing this, Mu Qianlian seemed very dissatisfied, and immediately wrote: "You are not an outsider! You are my little follower! You are my own!"

"Little follower, hammer, can you not give me some weird titles, which will make me want to beat you up, fake fairy!" Bai Huang deliberately raised the voice of the last few words.

Turning her face away, Mu Qianlian didn't go to communicate with Bai Huang anymore, she packed up the pots, bowls and chopsticks and left the room directly, not to make trouble with this stupid Bai Huang.

After Mu Qianlian left, Bai Huang turned off the lights in the room, lay down on the bed and fell asleep, not caring about world affairs.

When Bai Huang woke up the next day, it was already noon.

After washing up, Bai Huang walked down the hall on the first floor slowly, and then went directly into the kitchen. He guessed that Mu Qianlian would make lunch for himself.

In fact, just as he thought, Mu Qianlian put a lot of vegetables in the warmer, enough to feed several people, just as if he was afraid that he would not be full.

After more than ten minutes, Bai Huang, who had washed the dishes and chopsticks, walked to the lobby of the villa and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

"Huh? This book is..."

At this moment, Bai Huang happened to see a book on the table.

If it's just an ordinary book, then Bai Huang naturally wouldn't pay any extra attention, he doesn't have the habit of reading books outside of class.

The reason why I pay special attention to the book on the table at the moment is because the cover of the book is a photo of Bai Huang and Mu Qianlian!

That's right, it's the photo of the two of them together, the one taken at the beach.

In other words, this book is not a book sold in the market, but Mu Qianlian's own!

Stepping forward, Bai Huang took the book on the table in his hands.

And the title of this book surprised Bai Huang on the spot.

The title of this book is: How to Cultivate a Passerby Male Protagonist.

Chapter 331 A Novel Written by Mu Qianlian

After reading the first few chapters, Bai Huang vaguely knew that the hero of this book was A Huang, who was extremely autistic, and because of certain childhood experiences, he was unwilling to talk to anyone.

To put it bluntly, this is a complete autistic patient who has nothing to say at home, nothing to say at school, and nothing to say anywhere.

In this way until the third year of high school, Ah Huang met a very beautiful girl, that girl was an extremely sunny person, she could do whatever she wanted more than anyone else in the world, and never seemed to be sad.

Because of an accident, Ah Huang and that girl gradually became acquainted, and gradually turned into friends.

That girl never disliked the autistic A Huang, on the contrary, she was keen to help enlighten him, so that A Huang gradually became less autistic...

At noon that day, Bai Huang had been lying on the sofa reading the novel written by Mu Qianlian. He didn't know that Mu Qianlian was the author until now, and he hid it quite deeply before.

Looking at the time, Mu Qianlian seems to have been writing this book a long time ago, at least much earlier than when Bai Huang appeared.

The reason why the male protagonist in the novel is called A Huang is purely accidental and has no special meaning.

Carefully savoring the various plots of the novel, by the time Bai Huang came back to his senses, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and he was so fascinated by the novel that he didn't do anything.

It's good-looking, I have to say, the novel written by Mu Qianlian is really good-looking, better than any author Bai Huang has read before.

Before that, Bai Huang liked an author called 'Half Cup of Mango Milkshake', but when compared with Mu Qianlian, that half cup of mango milkshake was nothing more than a dish, and the writing style couldn't bear to look directly at it, it was too bad.

Only Mu Qianlian's works are called real novels, and they are called masterpieces that can cleanse the soul.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the villa, and Bai Huang could tell that it was Mu Qianlian and Mu Lin who had returned.

Putting the novel back to its original position, Bai Huang has already seen the end, the novel has only written the first half of the content, and the rest has not been written yet, only later can we know the story behind.

"Xiaohuang, we're back." Mr. Mu Lin happily walked in from the outside.

On the side, Mu Qianlian was carrying big and small bags of things, not knowing what they contained.

Sitting upright, Bai Huang pressed the water boiler to turn on. Mr. Mu Lin usually has the habit of drinking hot water at this time, so he helped to turn it on first.

Later, Mu Lin and Mu Qianlian each sat on the sofa, and Mu Qianlian placed several bags in front of Bai Huang.

"These are the dinners we bought along the way. There are bird's nest porridge and so on. They taste very good. You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Mu Lin asked.

"No, I was reading a book today, and I just remembered that I forgot to eat." Bai Huang told the truth.

"Oh? Reading? It's really rare that you have such leisure and elegance." Mu Lin stroked his long beard.

However, when he learned that Bai Huang had been reading all day today, Mu Qianlian's expression was slightly disturbed.

It suddenly occurred to her that she seemed to have forgotten one thing when she went out in the morning, and that was not hiding her novel.

Looking at the novel on the table, Mu Qianlian came to a conclusion that Bai Huang had already read her novel!

Even though Bai Huang seemed to have put the novel back to its original position, there was an error of a few millimeters, and Mu Qianlian noticed this at a glance.

The thing she least wanted to be seen by Bai Huang was seen like this...

Standing up, Mu Qianlian took the novel on the table in her hand, and walked up to the second floor alone.

"Xiao Lian, don't you plan to eat some?" Mu Lin shouted.

However, Mu Qianlian seemed to be in a daze at the moment, as if she didn't hear her grandfather's shout, she still went straight upstairs.

"What is this girl thinking?" Mu Lin was puzzled.

"Grandpa, I didn't expect your granddaughter to have the habit of writing novels. The novel I read in the afternoon is the one written by her." Bai Huang said while eating dinner.

"Ah? What novel? When did my granddaughter write a novel? Why didn't I know." Mu Lin was dumbfounded, he really didn't know anything about it.

"It turns out that even you don't know..." Bai Huang was also a little confused.

He thought that Mr. Mu Lin should know about it. After all, Mr. Mu Lin is Mu Qianlian's grandfather, so he shouldn't know about Mu Qianlian's novel writing.

From this point of view, if there is no miscalculation, then he is Mu Qianlian's first reader, and he can be regarded as the most loyal reader. He really wants to read the second half now.

"Ahem, don't look at me as Xiao Lian's grandfather, but that girl has always done things alone, and I don't know many things, but it doesn't matter, I'm still his grandfather." Mu Lin embarrassed .

Hey, now, Mu Lin feels that his image is gradually collapsing in Bai Huang's place. It's so embarrassing that he, an old man, doesn't know many things that even Bai Huang knows.

After a while, Mu Qianlian came down from the second floor. She had already put her novel back in her room, which was why she went upstairs before.