my editor seems sick

The early morning sun caught up early in the morning, pushed away the dark gray, sat on the clouds and stretched.The sunlight shone on the opposite window, reflecting a piece of warm golden light, which shone straight into the living room of Sang Xiaohua's house.

The sleeping young man was wrapped in a quilt and sank on the sofa, breathing slowly under the caress of the morning sun, as if he was having a sweet dream.

"...sunday's coming Iwanna drive my car, to yourapartmentwithapresentlikeastar..."

The mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly blared, and the male voice with a drake voice spoke bad English, howling until Sang Xiaohua frowned.

He tucked his head into the quilt.

"...sunday's coming Iwanna drive my car, to yourapartmentwithapresentlikeastar..."

The quilt was wrapped even tighter, like a hibernating cocoon, but even so, it didn't block the noise attack from outside.

"...sunday's coming I wanna drive my car..."

"Three sisters!" Sang Xiaohua scrambled to her feet, her movements were so violent that her unconscious mind became dizzy...the song with the male duck's voice hadn't finished singing after being dizzy: "...the weather may be rainy..."

Sang Xiaohua squinted at the past: seven o'clock, alarm.

How inhuman is it to wake someone up with this ringtone!Who set the alarm clock!

"It's only seven o'clock." Sang Xiaohua turned off the alarm with a dark face. His head seemed to be stepped on by a hundred mules, and it was filled with soggy cotton. up.

What did he do yesterday?

Going to drink with Su Nuo, that bastard Su Nuo just threw him on the sofa?Oh... and added a quilt, which is kind of conscience.

There is also a small bottle of honey on the coffee table, and a small note is written next to the honey: Take a shower first when you get up, and soak water with honey to relieve headaches.Didn't go for a run yesterday and ran an extra mile on Thursday morning.

Sang Xiaohua: "..."

Meow meow meow? ? ?

One minute later, Sang Xiaohua was in a bad mood: "Damn it was the god who sent me back yesterday! How did the god know where I went to drink!"

It must be Su Nuo's fault!This kid is so wicked!He is very clear about what it is like to become drunk himself. Sang Xiaobai also recorded a video of him crying like a fool while holding a street lamp when he was drunk.

... quite a terrible black history!

If you are exposed in front of the male god, you will really be finished, okay?He really has to avoid Zhai Xin for the rest of his life so that he won't be embarrassed!

He opened WeChat to settle accounts with Su Nuo, and saw that the other party sent him a video at 08:30 last night.He had an ominous premonition: "..."

Looking at the black Citroen on the cover of the video, he already anticipated a terrible fact.However, driven by curiosity, he still clicked on the video: "Blow, blow, my pride and indulgence—"

He covered his face in pain.

Su Nuo: I wish you happiness.

Happy you uncle!Happy your grandma!

He sent a voice message to Su Nuo: "Su Nuo, you're done, I can't keep the photo of you being ripped off by a girl in the third grade of elementary school! You fat man!"

Su Nuo quickly replied: You actually woke up.

Su Nuo: You are not good at being a god.

Sang Xiaohua blushed and continued to send him a voice: "Please tell me clearly what's going on! Why did Zhai Xin send me back?"

"Didn't I help you? Shouldn't there be drunken sex or something?" Su Nuo also sent a voice message, sounding like she was eating again, "Your male god seems to be very nice to you, a The call came right away, and he was very patient. If you don't chase after him, he will become someone else's male god."

Of course he is aware of this kind of thing.Sang Xiaohua was powerless when she thought of her drunken appearance: "Why did you call him over when I was drunk? Let him see me like that, how will I face him in the future? What if I really messed with him after drinking?" What about sex?...God I can't think about it anymore, I'm going to die!"

Su Nuo: The first step in falling in love is to play hooligans, you should continue to be a virgin with your psychological quality.

"Tch, it sounds like you're not a virgin." Sang Xiaohua fell back on the sofa, feeling that his head hurts more now than when he just woke up.

What happened last night vaguely emerged in his mind, only a little bit, but none of the key parts were lost.

He... hugged Zhai Xin last night... kissed him?

Kiss or not?

Sang Xiaohua covered her face, "Oh my God."

When Zhai Xin returned home, when he passed by the closed door of Sang Xiaohua's house, he couldn't help thinking of Sang Xiaohua's knock on the door. He shook his head and smiled, and walked upstairs slowly.

The house was unbelievably quiet, the colorful sculpture on the coffee table was staring in his direction at the gate, and with a pair of dazed big eyes watched Zhai Xin get closer and closer, and finally fell into his hands.

This colored sculpture is his first work.Shen Wenjing's father is a sculptor. When he was playing at his home as Shen Wenjing's classmate, he fell in love with the delicate craft of carving right away.

He likes fine things.Such as literature, such as sculpture, such as the former Shen Wenjing.

When he saw Sang Xiaohua for the first time, he felt that this person was very similar to Shen Wenjing.

They all look similar in appearance, and their personalities seem to be similar as well.He is timid, hesitant, and surrounds himself with protective colors if he disagrees.

But in fact, these two people are not the same.Shen Wenjing's personality is gloomy, and he will only make choices that are beneficial to himself in the end.On the surface, Sang Xiaohua is a heartless person, but in certain things, he is rational and brave. He is good at protecting the hearts of others, and he cares about the people around him very much.

Good and evil are distinct, treat with heart.

This advantage can almost cover all his shortcomings.

He boarded the Penguin on the computer, and saw that the signature of the editor Ling Zhou had been changed to: Something happened in the morning, and the message will be replied in the afternoon.

He suddenly thought of teasing him.

While opening the chat page with the editor Ling Zhou, the other party sent a message on his own initiative.The content is very short and the tone is plain: with your letter, the sender cares about me.

Qingqing Zijin: Please bring it back to me, please.

Qingqing Zijin: Dear Ling Zhou: D

Original editor Ling Zhou: ...

Zhai Xin couldn't help laughing out loud as he imagined the series of exclamation points hidden behind the series of ellipses.

After laughing, he remembered to think about writing a letter.Shen Wenjing is also very good, he really has the patience to take Lujiang as a transfer station.

Probably to persuade him to calm down.

It is Shen Wenjing's consistent style to turn big things into small ones and small things into small ones.In the past, Zhai Xinxin had his one-acre three-point land. Once he apologized to himself and said he was sorry, he could easily forgive this person.

Not anymore.Zhai Xinxin thought, this is a matter of principle, which concerns dignity.

Let's wait until Sang Xiaohua gets the letter back.Zhai Xinxin thought that it was a good thing that Shen Wenjing liked to write letters, and he really didn't want to deal with the past any more.