On the Routine of President Wen

"You mean..." Leng Jue, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, raised his head from the pork chop rice and cast a serious look at Fu Yihuan, "Because I used the names of you and cousin Luo in the novel I wrote, which caused you The two are forced to bind the president's text system, and go through the plot in their dreams every night?"

Fu Yihuan subconsciously stared at Leng Jue's greasy lips and the grain of sticky rice that trembled as he spoke, and nodded: "Yes, that's it."

Leng Jue took a big bite of the pork chop, and paused when he heard this, he just stuck his neck and chewed the pork chop whole before swallowing it. Going down, took out a tissue and patted him on the face, and said disgustedly: "Wipe your mouth first, when did you become so sloppy?"

After taking the paper towel and wiping his mouth, Leng Jue handed the half-eaten pork chop rice to Fu Yihuan, motioning him to help hold it first, and waited for Fu Yihuan to sit upright with the pork chop rice in both hands with a dazed expression. At that time, Leng Jue let out a "poof" laugh, fell back on the bed and rolled around, and said with a smile while rolling: "Hahahaha, talents, Yihuan, the system, quick travel, and the president's article are all contemporary The trend of the Internet literature world!"

"I'm not joking with you!" Fu Yihuan raised a vein on his forehead, resisting the urge to put pork chop rice on Leng Jue's face, "If you really don't believe me, you can ask Luo Heng!"

"Hahahaha, you also colluded with cousin Luo? You have a future!" Leng Jue laughed even more happily.

Fu Yihuan stood up, threw the pork chop rice into the trash can neatly, walked towards Leng Jue with his teeth in his canthus, and said, "Forget it, I don't care if you believe it or not, anyway, I have long wanted to beat up the main system, just happened to Catch up with you recovering from a serious illness and have no ability to resist, so strike early, otherwise I really can't beat you."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Leng Jue quickly turned over and sat up, and threw the pillow in front of him, suddenly remembered something, and said seriously, "In the novel I wrote, there are sex scenes. If you say it, You and cousin Luo are not..."

Hearing this, Fu Yihuan froze into a straight iron rod, unable to move the club by the side of the bed, his face flushed instantly, "I, I, I, I, I" for a long time, before being met by Leng Jue's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. With a big tongue, he said: "You, you, you have the nerve to say it! As an editor, you actually openly write about sex scenes?! This is going to be a red card, don't you know?!"

"I turned on the lamp just in time!" Leng Jue said righteously, patting the pillow in front of him.

Fu Yihuan was stunned for a moment, carefully recalling the relevant plots, it seemed that the lights had indeed been turned on, and every critical moment seemed to be mentioned in one stroke, and everything passed when he opened his eyes.

Seeing that Fu Yihuan's face changed again and again, Leng Jue threw away the pillow and looked at him jokingly: "There is something wrong between you and cousin Luo, is there really something wrong between you two?"

Before Fu Yihuan could react, Leng Jue continued on his own, "No, you two have only known each other for a few days, so what can you do?"

"It's nothing, nothing, of course it's nothing!" Fu Yihuan hurriedly continued.

However, Leng Jue completely ignored his words, crossed his legs again, crossed his arms, and murmured to himself thoughtfully: "But looking at Cousin Luo's attitude towards you, it's obviously not like you've only known each other for a few days. Is it true that you two are hiding something from me? Is it true that you are dreaming and walking the plot? Are you kidding me? Not to mention the proper straight man, Cousin Luo has a well-matched fiancée, he..."

"What?!" Fu Yihuan jumped onto the bed suddenly, grabbed Leng Jue by the collar, and asked sharply, "Luo Heng has a fiancee?"

Startled by Fu Yihuan's big reaction, Leng Jue frowned and nodded: "Don't you ever read the news? The marriage contract made a year ago, the daughter of the Bai family, Bai Ruoyun."

A year ago, the engagement, Bai Ruoyun.

Fu Yihuan remembered it. He had indeed seen this news. It was a big news that took the headlines of the entertainment section at that time. Back then, he and the editors in the romance group talked about it as a topic after dinner. The pictures that filled most of the newspaper only had the profile faces of the two of them, and even the profile faces were full of talent and beauty.

Isn't that right? He's a man with a talent and a woman with good looks, and he's in the right family. What's the matter with him, Fu Yihuan?

This was news a year ago, and Fu Yihuan had long since forgotten it completely. He didn't even remember the face of President Luo, which directly led to the current situation.

However, it's impossible for Luo Heng to forget that he has a fiancée, right?

Then what kind of attitude and psychology does he have when interacting with himself?Also, why did he not care about making the relationship between the two public at all, and even did not hesitate to argue with himself?

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Fu Yihuan's mind, and all kinds of gossip plots of the president's story lined up and punched him.

Having trouble with your fiancée, find a third party to stimulate the excitement?

The two are married in a commercial marriage, seemingly in harmony with each other, each looking for a physical partner?

"Yihuan, what are you thinking?" Leng Jue broke Fu Yihuan's hand, raised it and shook it in front of him, saw him sitting on the bed with a pale face, keenly aware that things were not simple, "You and Luo What is the entanglement between Heng? Could it be that those were not your dreams? You two are bent on each other, and you still have an affair?"

Fu Yihuan shook his head in a daze, and said with a wry smile, "I didn't think about anything, there was no entanglement, it was all a dream, and I didn't have that leg."

"You..." Leng Jue obviously didn't believe it.

"A Jue, do you have a conflict with Gu Yu'an?" Fu Yihuan took a deep breath, quietly held his trembling right hand, and brought the topic to Leng Jue at the right time.

"No." Leng Jue denied without hesitation.

After taking a breath and successfully breaking the topic, Fu Yihuan calmed down and smiled softly: "A Jue, you scrape your thumb with your right index finger every time you lie, and Gu Yu'an is the criminal who cut your hair. How could there be no contradiction?"

"Cough cough," Leng Jue covered his mouth and coughed twice dryly, reaching for the water glass, watching his nose, nose and heart, "We just met once."

"Just met once? I don't believe it." Fu Yihuan raised one eyebrow and looked at Leng Jue steadily, "According to my visual inspection, Gu Yu'an and Luo Heng are both 188cm tall, with long legs and a golden ratio figure , satisfying your first criterion."

Leng Jue spat all the water out of his mouth with a "poof", fell on the bed, coughed and pointed at Fu Yihuan, and it took a while for him to speak clearly: "You...what are you talking about?"

Fu Yihuan grinned, took out a piece of paper calmly, wiped off the water stains on his face, and then analyzed: "You are three years younger than you, and your face is not bad. According to what you often say, it is very exciting." , or in other words, it is completely grown according to your taste."

"You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you!" Leng Jue rushed towards Fu Yihuan suddenly, trying to block his mouth with all his teeth and claws.

Fu Yihuan turned over and jumped out of the bed neatly, tilted his head, his eyes fell on Leng Jue's lower body, and he grinned, "I believe the standard of [-] centimeters can also be met."

Turning sideways to avoid the oncoming pillows, Fu Yihuan paced around the room with his hands behind his back, still not planning to let Leng Jue go: "No wonder, the second day after General Manager Gu took office, Chief Editor Leng became very ill. Even going on strike for two days in a row, writing a novel is a mess, it turned out to be an old lover meeting, momentary embarrassment, inner boredom! No, editor-in-chief Leng has always been a shameless person, how could he avoid it so easily?"

"It's almost done!" Leng Jue gritted his teeth, looking at Fu Yihuan sadly.

"Hey, Ah Jue, to be honest, what's the matter with you two?" Fu Yihuan blinked at Leng Jue curiously, forgetting the blow he just received because of Luo Heng.

Leng Jue scratched his hair irritably: "It's just young and ignorant, and I thought it was fun, so I lied to him."

"Huh? What did you lie to him about?"

"Fuck you! Get lost!" Leng Jue yelled angrily, lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head and fell silent.

Seeing that Leng Jue didn't want to say anything more, Fu Yihuan suppressed the teasing on his face, sighed imperceptibly, turned and left Leng Jue's house.

It's not too far from Leng Jue's house to Luo Heng's apartment, but it takes about an hour to walk. Fu Yihuan looked up at the moon looming in the clouds, and then at the bustling and bright street. Walking slowly towards Luo Heng's apartment.

Fu Yihuan suddenly felt that he really didn't know anything about Luo Heng in the real world, and almost all his knowledge about him stayed in the system world. Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Luo Heng, the domineering Satan, how much of the real Luo Heng is hidden among these Luo Heng?

What are you thinking so much about?No matter which Luo Heng, doesn't he love all of them with all his heart?The most urgent thing is to ask Luo Heng, what is he thinking in his heart, Bai Ruoyun or Fu Yihuan, which one should he choose?

Which one to choose?

Fu Yihuan paused, and smiled self-deprecatingly, he didn't expect to become a third party intervening in other people's feelings, and even wanted to let Luo Heng make a choice in a grandiose manner.

What about the face?

It's better to ask for it, Luo Heng, just ask clearly, anyway, I'm leaving, so I will give up after asking clearly.

With that in mind, Fu Yihuan reached out to stop the car.

The moment he opened the door, Fu Yihuan felt that this face still couldn't cover it after all, he stepped on the soles of his feet, leaving footprints on his face, how ridiculous it must be.

"Who are you?" The woman who came out of the kitchen was very beautiful, with a few strands of hair loosely tied up, with a casual beauty, and the apron was patterned with small floral patterns, which fit her very well.

Fu Yihuan didn't speak, but nodded politely to Bai Ruoyun, walked into the bedroom with his head down, and packed his few luggage as quickly as possible.

When she walked out of the bedroom, Bai Ruoyun was still standing there with a confused expression on her face. Seeing him coming out with a luggage bag, she asked, "Are you Luo Heng's newly hired assistant?"

"Yes, Boss Luo ordered to get something." Fu Yihuan still lowered his head, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his words.

After finishing speaking, Fu Yihuan took a deep breath, walked out of the apartment calmly, closed the door gently, and then couldn't help but rushed into the stairwell, running from the twentieth floor to the first floor in one breath, the luggage bag fell from his hand to the ground, With his back against the wall, he squatted down slowly, clutching his collar tightly because he was out of breath.

"Yihuan, what's the matter with you?" Luo Heng, who had just finished dealing with the company affairs, was going to go home and speak clearly to Fu Yihuan, but by the way, Luo Heng, who had expressed his determination, got out of the car and saw Fu Yihuan squatting by the wall with a pale face and gasping for breath. Almost lost his soul, he ran forward in two or three steps, gently followed his back, and asked in a low voice.

Fu Yihuan pushed Luo Heng away, picked up the luggage bag on the ground, stood up staggeringly, looked coldly at Luo Heng with blood red eyes, and said softly: "Luo Heng, we're done."

He figured it out, he didn't want to ask anything, he didn't want to know anything, so be it...

Luo Heng stepped forward and grabbed Fu Yihuan's hand, staring at him with a cold face: "What do you mean? You want to break up with me? Don't you have no plans to break up with me?"

"Now, I have."

"What happened?" Luo Heng asked as calmly as possible.

Fu Yihuan took a deep breath and calmed down: "She's here."

"Who?"

"Bai Ruoyun, your fiancee."

"She came into my house?" Luo Heng whispered, and suddenly realized, annoyed that he had forgotten this, and quickly explained, "No, Yihuan, I have nothing to do with her!"

"If the marriage contract is not considered a relationship, there is no relationship at all between us." Fu Yihuan struggled to break away from Luo Heng's hand, and said coldly.

Luo Heng sighed heavily, and held Fu Yihuan's hand again: "Did you not read today's news? Follow me, and I will explain clearly."

The author has something to say:

Huan Huan, who has read more than ten thousand articles, is too deeply poisoned