The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

Lin waved goodbye to that woman in his later years.

Then I went to other stalls, bought some things, and went home.

After returning to the community, he parked his car and was about to walk up when someone called him.

"It's you!"

A familiar voice came.

In his later years, Lin looked behind him and saw the girl whose cellphone had been stolen.

He also said in an exaggerated tone: "What a coincidence."

The woman's eyebrows arched: "My name is Su Ling."

Lin Wan Nian was stunned. He didn't expect this girl to be the heroine of i-person: "My name is Lin Wan Nian."

For convenience, the two added WeChat.

Su Ling lives on the fourth floor.

"bye."

"bye."

When Lin listened to Su Ling's voice in his later years, he felt even more that she was not as fearful as he thought. Could it be that it was half fearful and half normal?

He thought as he walked back to his room.

Put the cooked food on the table, sit in a comfortable computer chair, turn on the desktop computer, and start working part-time.

In his later years, Lin was not very interested in the dense text of novels. In the past, why would he fantasize about such things when he already had movies?

Reviewing Yeliow articles is like looking at boiled water. After a cursory glance, it will be reviewed immediately.

It took him an hour to review today's manuscript. The small website has a lot of manuscripts every day, and they are all yellow articles. As long as there are no violations, it will be easy to pass the review.

After finishing the work, Lin was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone, and opened WeChat. Sang Qingyan said that the goods had not been paid yet, and they probably would not.

"Shhhhh-"

In his later years, Lin blew his whistle and kicked his legs. Tomorrow is the weekend, and we have two weekends off.

This is probably one of the benefits of being an editor.

At the same time, he has already planned to start eating Sang Qingyan tomorrow.

Thinking of money, Lin's eyes flashed in his later years.

at this time.

On the fifth floor of the same building.

In the dim environment, only the screen in the bedroom emits green light.

The young man was sitting on a stool, typing on the keyboard with his slender fingers, making a crisp clicking sound.

He looked at the rows of words quickly coded on the screen with an expressionless face.

Quickly, he stopped what he was doing.

He glanced to the lower left and saw that the number of words was ten thousand.

Only then did he stop.

drop--

The phone lit up.

He picked up the phone.

Lu Feng: Did you use my ID card to get a loan?

Lu Feng was his high school friend.

An ID card here in Hongjin can only be bound to one number. Sang Qingyan doesn’t want to use his own number anymore, mainly because the writing in the second book is a bit lame, and he doesn’t want to lose face, so he can only open an account from the beginning and shape Follow the Sky and Linggai. Every copy is popular.

Tian Yu Ling Gai is also the pen name of Su Ling. Sang Qingyan published her books at the same time as her, so she naturally understands this pen name. When the book becomes popular, she will read it a few times. Her second book will follow. It became popular again, but his book was sold out. He had doubts in his mind and would not open her book again, for fear that he would get pink eye.

Sang Qingyan thought of this and sent a message to Lu Feng.

Sang Qingyan: No, I just use it to bind an account and write a book.

Lu Feng: Oh, don’t you have your account? You have been writing for so long, so that account should have a lot of fans.

Lu Feng knew that Sang Qingyan wrote novels, but he didn't know Sang Qingyan's pen name.

Sang Qingyan: Tsk, they are all zombie fans. Do you want to borrow them or not?

Lu Feng: I’ll think about it. Having said that, college life is quite wonderful. Do you want to repeat it?

When the other party asked, Sang Qingyan simply stopped answering.

He looked at the words above with undisguised mockery in his eyes.

Repeat reading?

Does he still have the intention to read it again?

No.

Moreover, he feels boring about reading. When his grandfather was around, he could still pretend to be so, but now no one can control him. He won't read and won't waste time.

Sang Qingyan exited the chat interface with Lu Feng and glanced at the greetings sent by Editor Hongjin and the expired red envelope.

For some reason, the young man he bumped into when he came back from buying breakfast in the morning suddenly came to his mind.

Originally he was full of anger.

But after looking into that person's eyes, his heart beat inexplicably. There was something special about this person.

Sang Qingyan came back to his senses, stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, then looked at the computer to type out the last paragraph.

He twisted her dogwood, and saw that her face was rosy, and the strength of his hand increased even more. Her beautiful eyes were blank, and her little cherry mouth was whispering...

What if she were replaced by the person she met this morning?

This thought flashed through Sang Qingyan's mind, his eyes darkened, he held the mouse, clicked on the new document, and started writing again.

'Da da da'

The sound of keyboard clicking came from the dim room.

-

One morning.

A got up on time and went out for a run. After finishing today's run, he bought breakfast at a nearby stall. When he came back, he walked up the stairs and bumped into B.

A was in a bad mood and stared at B with disgust, but he didn't expect that B's eyes were very beautiful.

a was stunned, hearing the soft voice of the other party. Somehow, the hostility in his heart disappeared, and it made him have other thoughts.

That night, A waited for B to come back. When he walked up the stairs, he took out the stun spray he had prepared and sprayed it on him.

b fainted.

He was able to help the person back to his room, tied his hands and feet, and put him on the bed.

As if appreciating a work of art, A slowly cut off B's ​​clothes, sucking B's skin with the corners of his lips, and rubbing the vulnerable parts with his fingertips...

So sweet.

-

The work was too hard. Lin woke up in his later years and checked his cell phone. It was already past nine in the morning.

He turned over and slowly woke up.

While I was brushing my teeth, there was a knocking sound at the door.

In his later years, Lin stuck his head out and glanced at the door, speeding up his hands.

Putting away the toothpaste and toothbrush, he wiped the water stains on his cheeks, walked to the door, opened the door, and shouted: "Who is it?"

After seeing who it was, he took a few steps back and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

Sang Qingyan leaned against the wall next to the door, paying attention to Lin's frightened behavior in his later years. He pointed at the roof with his index finger: "I live on the fifth floor. The toilet is blocked. I asked the person on the fourth floor. Resident, hers is not clogged.”

Lin Guessed the meaning of his words in his later years: "Oh, so you think it's my place that's blocked?"

"Ah."

In his later years, Lin subconsciously opened the door to let him in, but he quickly realized: "No, it shouldn't be. There is no blockage on the fourth floor, which proves that my floor is fine as well."

He said, looking at the young man who had walked in.

Sang Qingyan had just walked in a few steps, and when he heard Lin Wannian's words, he stopped, his face a little unnatural, and he was about to explain.

In his later years, Lin changed the subject: "You look familiar. Have we met somewhere?"