tyrant only love

Yan Jingyu pushed down with a smiling face, and slowly came down from upstairs. Aunt Zhang was preparing breakfast. Seeing his wife's smiling face, he couldn't help asking.

"Ma'am, what makes you so happy."

"Aunt Zhang, don't call me Madam, why did you forget again." He said so, but the smile on his face did not diminish.

"Look, I forgot again, but sir, you and the master have already engaged in a wedding date, are you still not allowed to call your wife?" Aunt Zhang asked rather puzzled, she seemed completely unaware that Yan Jingyu was A man, how can a man use the title of madam.

"Even if we lie in the coffin together, we can't be called madam." Yan Jingyu took the morning newspaper and read it.

"Bah bah, I don't call you madam, so don't curse yourself." Aunt Zhang compromised, she couldn't let her husband curse herself.

"This is the truth, Aunt Zhang, don't call me madam anymore, I'm a man, you must remember." Yan Jingyu warned her very seriously, but he kept smiling because he was in a good mood today , is really not convincing.

"Yes, yes, everything is up to my husband... Mr.." Aunt Zhang was perfunctory, but shook her head helplessly and stepped aside.

"Aunt Zhang, why don't you see Zhuang Zhuang?" It's rare to see him so late today, and the little guy hasn't woken up yet?

"The young master took the butler out to escape Xiaoka." Xiaoka is a dog, just a very ordinary breed of puppy, but it is very intelligent, very close to Zhuangzhuang, and always clings to him.

"He really enjoys it." He casually opened the newspaper, took a sip of milk, and suddenly saw a line of the most eye-catching headlines. The words on it were so surprising that the milk spurted out before he could swallow it.

"Sir, what's the matter with you." Aunt Zhang came up nervously to ask, but no one answered her.

Yan Jingyu stared straight at the headlines in the newspaper.

"The editor-in-chief of XXX article is looking for XXX all over the world, and attach a photo. Anyone who knows something, please contact him, and he will be rewarded with a lot of money." This news is very eye-catching. Give him the photo.

That's right, the headline news above was posted by the editor-in-chief of Yan Jingyu's original novel, and the photo above is the last group photo of Yan Jingyu when he graduated. Delicate and youthful, looks very delicate.

But what is his purpose in posting this missing person?Thinking about the last novel...it seems...forgot to give him an ending...I'll go.

Yan Jingyu is only now aware of a very serious problem. When he took over the novel, Zheng Zhuocheng happened to have an accident, and then...he seems to have forgotten the ending...

A lot of things happened after that, so he didn't have time to think about the novel, and he completely forgot the ending, and his mobile phone, well, Zheng Zhuocheng dropped it a few times in the middle, and after replacing it with a new one, the original one The number is also forgotten.

Yan Jingyu looked at the number above, he was so entangled whether to call or not.

The good mood in the morning was immediately shattered.

"What's the matter, you look like you're sighing, is it because you didn't enjoy yourself last night?" Yan Jingyu was taken aback by being hugged from behind suddenly.

He squinted and said. "Then why don't you let me have a good time at night?" Seeing that his face changed instantly after speaking, he quickly let go of his hand and retreated to the other side to sit down.

"One time is enough for this kind of thing." It was obvious that he announced that next time, he would have no chance.

Seeing the awkward look on his stiff face, Yan Jingyu couldn't help laughing. "Why don't you sleep a little longer, don't force yourself." A half-smile glanced across his waist, how could Zheng Zhuocheng not know his intentions, his face was thrown to the side in an ugly way, a little gasped, Aunt Zhang saw this scene , Covering his mouth and secretly laughing, this time he was even more embarrassed.

Yan Jingyu accepted it as soon as it was good, but it should not be too much, otherwise it would not be easy for this wild lion to go crazy. "I'm not joking with you. I'll go out for a while in the afternoon, and I may not come back for dinner." He always likes to have a beginning and an end when doing things, and this time it was a complete accident.

"What's the matter? Do you need me to go with you?" How could he be going to see Peng Da?

"What are you thinking about again? I'm going to see the editor-in-chief, and I owe him an ending." Seeing his expression change, it was obvious that he was thinking wildly again.

end?By the way, Yu's previous job seemed to be writing novels and scripts, so he forgot about it.

"Okay, do you need me to take you there?"

"No, I'm going to write the ending in a while. I might go out late. If you have anything to do, go get busy. If you have nothing to do at night, come back early." As a father, he also needs more time Come to accompany Zhuangzhuang, now that Zhuangzhuang is getting bigger and bigger, he knows who treats him well, if he is too distant, it will cause a sense of strangeness, and then he will not kiss his father.

"Okay, I'll try to come back early in the evening." Zheng Zhuocheng answered calmly, eating breakfast with his head down and not talking.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Jingyu took a sip of milk in boredom and left the seat.

"Brother Cheng, I found out what you want, when will you come to the company." Guo Zi's call came at the right time, and Zheng Zhuocheng stood up and said, "I'll come right away."

"I'm going to the company. Guo Zi has something to do with me." Said to Yan Jingyu who had just gone upstairs, picked up the car lock and left. Before Yan Jingyu could respond, he turned around and saw the back of him closing the door. Suddenly depressed, why is he angry?

This stingy man is always raped by him. He was so fussy last time, and he didn't lose a piece of flesh. How narrow-minded!

I was in a terrible mood. I sat in front of the computer for an hour, but I still didn't type out a half word of the ending. I covered my head, but still couldn't think of it, so I had to give up, took out my mobile phone and called the number on the newspaper.

"You can't stop talking. It's said that Xiaoyu died on the sand booth. No matter how hard you call, you can't find the whole body." Yan Jingyu almost hung up the phone because of the roar of the other party.

"Xiaoyu has returned to his soul, do you want to come and check if the corpse is still warm?" The voice with a smile made the other party stunned for 30 seconds.

"You're finally willing to come back! Do you know that I'm going to report the crime soon, you have no conscience, how can you be willing to come back..." Yan Jingyu picked out his ears and hung up the phone decisively , This call is really thoughtless and completely unnecessary.

The phone rang again 0 seconds after hanging up. It was the editor-in-chief calling. Think about it and answer it, the manuscript fee is still in his hand.

When he picked up the phone, the other party didn't speak. If it wasn't for his heavy breathing, Yan Jingyu really doubted whether the other party was still there.

"Don't hang up the phone anymore, I have a bad heart." The other party changed from his agitation just now, and said softly and carefully.

Yan Jingyu pulled his mouth and didn't laugh out loud, "As long as you don't bomb my ears, I won't hang up."

"You, okay, you won, when will you give me the ending, do you know that after you disappeared, your novel that was only one ending away was pushed to the front page, and people came to ask why the ending wasn't updated every day, You said you bastard, why did you give me such a problem, I..." Dududu...

Pressing his temple, Yan Jingyu hung up the phone again, the more he talked, the more excited he became, and he was about to bombard his ears again.

One minute later, the phone rang again. It is estimated that he was adjusting his mentality over there, otherwise it would not have taken him so long to call back.

"Brother, boss, please don't hang up on me. Your fans are not enough to torment me. You come too. Do you have to put me in a psychiatric hospital?" In front of him, he had to kneel down for Yan Jingyu.

"Stop talking nonsense. I saw the headline you posted on the morning paper. You can take it down now. Come to find me in the flattery building in the afternoon." Breathing, opened his eyes and cleared the thoughts in his mind, and began to code out the last part.

An ending is one of the keys to a good or bad novel.

Although it took a long time, it must have been his writing. Thinking back on the whole story, the ending came out. After three hours, I finally finished writing the ending, put it on the USB drive and turned off the computer.

"Aunt Zhang, Zhuang Zhuang, I would like to trouble you to watch more. I'll go out for a while, and I may come back late at night, so I don't need to prepare dinner for me."

"Okay, sir, be careful on the road."

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Yan Jingyu drove the car to the flattery building, Guo Zi was not there, so there was no special treatment, he could only take it step by step, the dining room and private room here were all arranged very full, and no private room could be booked, Yan Jingyu had to It was changed to a corner of the hall. It was lunch time at this time, and the hall was also crowded. Yan Jingyu was helpless thinking whether to call Guo Zi, and then the editor-in-chief hurried over.

Yan Jingyu waved at him.

Kurosawa rushed to sit down in front of Yan Jingyu, sweating profusely, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Jingyu motionless.

"Why are you staring at me like that, is there something on my face?" Yan Jingyu was stared unnaturally.

"No, no." Kurosawa was actually too surprised. Although the photo is from a very early time, the contrast with the present is too great.

"I want to eat something." Compared with the two, Yan Jingyu was much calmer. He picked up the menu and was busy writing the last paragraph just now. He didn't even know that he was hungry. My stomach growled.

"Okay, okay, you can order whatever you want." Kurosawa still didn't understand, why is there such a big difference between this person and the photo.

"Are you wondering if I'm Xiaoyu?" Putting down the menu, Yan Jingyu guessed what he was thinking.

"No, no, it's just that you are a little different from the one in the photo." Heisawa could tell from his voice that he was Xiaoyu. Although he hadn't met him, he had called him hundreds of times, and he knew his voice very well. up.

"Oh, what's the difference?" Yan Jingyu smiled lazily, dazzled Kurosawa in front of him like a country.

"Uh...you, you look better than the picture!"