Anecdotes between danmei writers and film stars

Yeoning opens the message in the reception room.

I don’t want eunuchs all of the time, it’s immoral to be a carnivore, come back and update soon~

He sucked on queer and was so bored that he flipped through the pages.

Orange juice, you should still drink queer!

As he thought about it, a bright red and bold message caught his attention.

【You wait for my blade. 】

He looked at the time and chapter of this message again. About a week ago, he wrote Xiao Gong to death, and the disheartened Xiao Shou got drunk and went to bed with Cannon Fodder Gong.

As a result, when it was time to go to bed, Cannon Fodder went out to buy condoms, and never returned.

His writing stops here.

Ye Ning's job is a screenwriter. In his spare time, he likes to write some pornographic pornography. Now he is the author of pornography under a bad publishing house.

Xiao Huangwen, you know, add some meat to the plot, and stew it in a pot.

This article was typed out by Ye Ning while drunk, and when he woke up the next day, he couldn't help but be speechless, tens of thousands of words were scribbled on the screen, could it be that he was caught by something messy while he was drunk?

But once he sobered up, he had no idea.

He didn't like Xiaogong, and he didn't like Xiaoshou either. He barely managed to make it to [-] characters, thinking that he would finish the settlement quickly, and then he got stuck.

This is a disgrace for a small Huangwen writer.

Especially a writer as good as him, so Ye Ning decided to become a eunuch.

This threatening message is just one of thousands of reminders and ways for readers to vent their dissatisfaction with the article. He has long been used to it, so he decided to ignore him.

three days later.

On Ye Ning's table, a dagger appeared.

He couldn't help looking at the courier over and over again, without specifying the sender's address.

Can this controlled knife be mailed casually?

Although he is an otaku and stays at home, he knows basic common sense.

Also, is there any courier company on the market called Wuchang Express?

Impermanence, impermanence, black and white impermanence.

Can't help but creep up.

Besides, who leaked his address?

He couldn't help but think of the weird courier in the morning, with his cap pressed down so he couldn't see his face clearly.

This is a light-hearted article, hey, why is it getting scary!

So Ye Ning decided to call his publisher boss.

"Hey, boss. I'm taking time off—"

"Please M head!!!"

Ye Ning held the phone one meter away from his ear, and he could still hear Wu Jing's roar, "Last month, last month, last month, and this month, do you want me to take a piece of noodles?" Hanged at your door???"

"Little ancestor, I'm ballballing you, hurry up and submit the manuscript."

Wu Jing burst into tears over there, and Ye Ning turned off the computer silently.

"Hello, Ye Ning."

The voice on the phone changed to a slightly calmer one, and Ye Ning knew that it was Wu Jing's twin brother, Wu Yue.

"boss."

Ye Ning lazily called out.

"What happened?"

"The boss really has a good plan, and I'm in trouble again."

"I see, I'll send someone over to help you move right away."

There was a beeping sound of hanging up the phone, Ye Ning clicked his tongue, turned off the phone, took out the magnetic card inside, broke it, and threw it into the trash can.

This isn't the first time Yeoning has received blades, nor is it the first time he's been threatened.

He knew that he was being watched.

Ye Ning couldn't help but find it funny, he's not a big star, he's not the son of a rich man, he's just a low-level pornographic writer, how could his address be found out one after another, as expected, it's unreasonable to write meat these days thing.

This small bungalow in the countryside was left by Wu Yue's grandmother. When Ye Ning moved in, he had already changed three residences. He thought that this kind of place where no shit would be found, no matter how fanatical fans would be able to track it down. this.

Unexpectedly, it was still a miscalculation.

I couldn't help feeling admiration for the fan who had never masked his face.

Buddy or sister, you are really reckless if you don't go to the FBI!

Wu Yue and the others helped Ye Ning check the IP of the person who left the message, but it was different every time.

Not at home every time.

Yes, Feelings is still a loyal reader who goes over the wall to see his meat and articles abroad.

Ye Ning thought of this, and the chill in his eyes deepened.

Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

There were three long and two short knocks on the door.

Ye Ning stepped on white plush slippers to open the door. Outside the door stood Wu Jing and Wu Yue in white T-shirts and black T-shirts.

"Are you guys fast? Could it be that you came here by plane from City H?"

Wu Jing giggled, and took out a hemp rope, "I originally planned to press the manuscript, but it seems that the rope I used to hang myself is just for you to pack your luggage."

"Thanks~"

Ye Ning went to the side to organize his desk, and Wu Yue and Wu Jing spontaneously helped him pack his luggage.

The two of them are obviously his bosses, but they are very familiar with what the housekeeper does. Ye Ning once wondered, but later thought, most of the rich people have some eccentricities, so he left it behind.