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"Huh? This, this style of writing is a bit like "also". Are you a fan of "also"?" An bought all the books of "Ye" and read them all.

"No." Gan Ye squinted at Ah An and continued to be an idiot.

"No? Then you..." Ah An said while picking up the manuscript to read, the one in his hand was very old, buried under the corner, he picked it up, it was read by himself, and it was also published Article, "You are too?!!!"

Seeing that Gan raised his eyebrows in disbelief, he felt happy, picked up the new manuscripts and began to read: "Then these are your new books that haven't been published yet." He felt that he had made a lot of money. I was a little overwhelmed, my mind was completely confused, and I just smirked there.

Gan Ye saw that he was in a better mood when he smiled, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, even he didn't realize how warm his smile was now.

Ah'an was a little out of control at the moment, the master he liked was the person next to him now, he threw down the manuscript and ran like Gan Ye, Gan Ye was caught off guard and hit the bed.

The scene was so familiar, he pushed him down the first time we met, and he automatically deleted the fact that he fell because he didn't stand firm.

"I really like your first novel, I like it very much." It was the first novel that made him a fan, and then it got out of hand.

Gan also thinks that his first novel is completely immature, but Ah An just loves his first novel very much.

Gan also pushed An'an away, and An'an looked excited, grinning to the back of his ears, unable to close at all.

"So, why don't you hurry up and write, I'm waiting, waiting." Ah An pulled Gan from the bed and pushed him out of the room, "Have breakfast first, then go in and write quickly."

Gan is also one of the very prolific ones, either he doesn’t write, or he can’t stop writing tens of thousands of words.And I still have to write to the place I think of without rest or sleep.

Ah An couldn't touch the refrigerator, so he just circled around the refrigerator and asked Gan to bring out something to cook.

Gan Ye first filled the dogs' food bowls with food and then changed the water. After dawdling, he accidentally obeyed An's words, and opened the refrigerator. Besides milk, there were countless rice puddings, what brand? Both.The servant didn't care about his life, and only did what Gan Ye called her to do.

"You have to finish writing quickly." An can't wait to become the first reader.

"What does writing have anything to do with you? Can you still buy it?" Gan Ye's casual words poked Ah'an's heart again.

In fact, what Gan Ye said was only from the heart, he had no other intentions, he thought Ah An would not care, after all he had been dead for so long.I was just telling a fact.

But when he saw Ah'an's drooping head, even the strands of his hair exuded a sense of loss, Gan Ye took it like a ghost: "The manuscript can be given to you."

As expected, Ah An raised his head and nodded at himself with bright eyes.It was very like the wet eyes of a puppy looking at him.My heart softened inexplicably.

Ah An is so easy to pass, so satisfying.

A small candy, he can forget that whip.

"It's a good deal, but you can't play tricks." A'an spun in the air happily, wishing to go to the playground and run a few hundred laps immediately.

Gan also nodded.

Open the lid of the eight-treasure porridge and eat the lotus seeds inside.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know how to write about the development process of love....... Tangled