King of home technology

"Why are you here?"

Chen Guang stared at Mo Guangxia, as if he was looking at an alien creature falling from the sky.

Bu's always handsome and indifferent face cooled down to infinitely close to absolute zero because of his deep thoughts.

Why is it here... This sentence immediately gave someone the feeling of turning around and going downstairs and rushing directly to the main road, kicking his legs in the rolling traffic.

What did you say? ——It's all done.

Chen Guang stood opposite him, facing his ever-changing expression, just looked at him for a while, then took out the key to open the door.

Then he nodded to Mo Guangxia behind him, "Come in."

A certain person was dazed by his inexplicable attitude, and followed him into the door with light steps.

As soon as he entered the door, Mo Guangxia knew what was considered a best-selling author.

First of all, no one can afford the staggering unit price per square meter of this apartment unless they have first-class economic strength; secondly, no one can afford to invite Neli, an internationally renowned interior designer, to decorate their residence.

He once saw a model room produced by Neli at a large-scale decoration exhibition, and every detail in this room was exactly the same as that on the exhibition.It is conservatively estimated that the consumed pink chair is basically the same as the total price of this apartment.

The most important point is that except for a paranoid like Chen Guang, no one will use a whole piece of white as the entire color of the room decoration.As a result, as soon as people enter the door, they feel as if they have stepped into a morgue, and the walls are covered with ice and snow.

Tsk, living in such a place, what kind of life can there be?

After looking around for a week, Mo Guangxia turned his head away in disgust.

The owner of the room was not interested in caring what he thought, and greeted him coldly, "Sit down." He untied the scarf around his neck, and walked into the room.

This is the attitude of entertaining guests?

Raise your eyes and look at the other party again... Sigh, it's really not pleasing no matter how you look at it.

Different road non-phase plan.

He stood at the entrance without moving, and coldly refused: "You're welcome, I'll go back after I get the manuscript."

The man who walked to the bedroom door had already taken off his coat, and he turned his head when he heard this sentence.

With a face as cold as ice, there was an unpredictable smile just now, "If you want to get the original manuscript...you may not be able to go back tonight."

I'm afraid you won't be able to go back tonight... Following the literal meaning, someone who was stunned suddenly thought of his mother's warning when he was a child, "Don't just go to a stranger's house."

Thinking over and over these two sentences in my heart, no matter how I think about it, there is a faint sense of crisis that has strayed into the tiger's mouth.

Quickly searching for Chen Guang's gossip in his mind, besides describing Chen Guang's private life and whereabouts, he became a mystery.Among them, there are many mainstream and non-mainstream media speculations about his sexuality.When Mo Guangxia saw it at the time, he even sighed, what happened to this world?Even the paparazzi have begun to be neither base nor corrupt nor survive.Looking back, those conjectures seem to be reasonable... "What do you mean by that?" He asked warily.

Before the end of the question completely disappeared, the man in a bathrobe quickly walked back into the living room.

Clothes half-covered, walking briskly... still directed at himself... To sum up the scene at this moment, only the words "conspiracy to commit crimes" are the most powerful.Who can change who can't think wrongly?

"Stop..." Mo Guangxia yelled, took a step back, and subconsciously put his hands together in front of his chest.

The man actually stood still obediently, and squinted at him from top to bottom with the sunlight outside the window.

"Why, are you worried that I will molest you?"

"..."

Say it out, say it out, this guy actually directly stated his sinful purpose... "What are you going to do, just tell me." Not willing to show weakness, Mo Guangxia raised his head and met the man's gaze.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not interested in a man like you..." Chen Guang squinted contemptuously, and then raised the corners of his lips meaningfully, "Even if there is, it won't hit your chest."

Now it's someone who doesn't know why, "Breast attack?"

Taking a step forward, Chen Guang walked up to him and pulled away his hand on his chest, "What are you doing with this movement?"

A certain person was suddenly embarrassed when his mind was exposed, but he was still stubborn, "This is a defensive posture for self-protection, do you understand?"

Dazed for a moment, Chen Guang's frozen expression suddenly softened.Ninja couldn't help but stared at him for three seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Uh...what are you laughing at...?"

Seeing this super idol writer blankly and laughing at one moment, Mo Guangxia's mind was a little confused.

There will be no generals in the country, and there will be evils everywhere—Mom, it’s not that your son doesn’t understand, it’s that the world is changing too fast... "Hey, hey—don’t just poke here in a daze."

"..." Awakened from the state of fugue, a certain person backed away from the suddenly enlarged face in sight, "What... are you doing?"

"Oh... tsk tsk tsk..." Folding his arms and raising his brows, Chen Guang's handsome face wrote "Zi narrow" in bold bold, "Looking at the gentle and gentle, how can you speak so rudely, always put 'Do it' and 'don't do it' are on the lips... Your girlfriend can bear your way of speaking?"

Wipe, wipe, none of your business?Xiao Chengzhuo has never disliked me, so it's your turn... At this point, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in the mind of a certain beast—fuck, this kind of thing has nothing to do with Xiao Chengzhuo... How can I would place him at the other end of the comparative scale?

He obviously couldn't accept such a fact... But the situation in front of him didn't allow him to delve into the origin of his thinking inertia, and he suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone official, "Chen Guang, tomorrow is the deadline for the first issue of the new series. I'm here to ask you for the original manuscript."

"Oh..." Nodding perfunctorily, Chen Guang admitted frankly, "I haven't finished writing yet."

"What? Haven't written yet? You are kicked out by me right now!!!" Stepping forward and grabbing the collar of the other's bathrobe, Mo Guangxia was astonished and gritted his teeth.

"Don't be so excited, I won't say that I won't write." Glancing at him with a smile, he opened his fingers one by one, "However, I just ran out of ink."

"Ink?" Someone's face froze quickly due to the rapid development of modern civilization, a noun that has not been encountered for a long time, "What do you want that kind of waste?"

"What's so strange about this? I don't know how to type." Chen Guang spread his hands, explaining the reason why anyone would be ashamed to speak out.

"Uh... No, where did the manuscript you showed me on MSN come from?"

"Oh, I wrote them all in advance and asked someone to type them in for me."

Mo Guangxia's expression froze, "You said I can't go back tonight, so maybe..."

"That's right, I need you to help me transcribe the manuscript." Chen Guang successfully interpreted "Adding insult to injury".

... "Then what do you think we should do now?" Mo Guangxia asked weakly, holding his forehead.

"You just need to buy ink for me. I promise you can get enough manuscripts by tomorrow's deadline." Chen Guang still had that smiling look, and he couldn't tell whether it was sincere or false to comfort him, "Trust me, I will definitely I can get out."

Only when I believe in you can there be ghosts...I can only have ghosts if I believe in you...I can only have ghosts if I believe in you... After repeated self-hypnosis, someone rolled an extremely huge white eye towards the ceiling, causing his head to freeze A little dizzy, "...Okay, I'll help you buy ink."

"Hey!" Mo Guangxia, who was walking to the door, was suddenly stopped by a man from behind.When he turned his head, he saw a flash of silver light coming towards him, and he instinctively reached out to catch it.

The cold edges and corners made the palm ache slightly, and when I looked down, it turned out to be a key.

He looked at Chen Guang on the opposite side with an incredulous look on his face, "...what is this for?"

"I'm tired, I want to take a rest first." Chen Guang waved his hands idly, leaning on the sofa, "Wait a while and open the door by yourself. Otherwise, according to the volume of your knocking on the door just now, my good-natured youth will be complained by the neighbors... "

Five good young people, your five good young people, your whole family are five good young people... After a lot of trouble, Mo Guangxia, who finally bought the designated brand of ink, looked at the King-size bed in the bedroom and slept on his back. A very cool and unscrupulous author, wishing to rush over and give him a "fatal blow".

Shit, if it wasn't for keeping his code words to submit the manuscript, I really wanted to strangle him to death like this.

He stood at the door of the bedroom, narrowing his beautiful eyes coldly.

Clean white sheets and white bedding, black hair scattered on the white pillowcase, like smudged ink.

Without the seriousness or cynicism he deliberately maintained, his sleeping face showed a gentleness and purity that no one had ever seen.

The noon sun streamed down from his delicate and elegant face, and the light-colored lips slightly curved were also very beautiful.

Looking at this face from the current angle, I don’t know why there is a feeling of déjà vu, where I suddenly saw it... "Have you seen enough? The reaction of ordinary fans is not suitable for you."

In the silent bedroom, Chen Guang's voice suddenly sounded.Immediately afterwards, he buried his face in the crack of the pillow, laughing so that his shoulders kept shrugging.

"..." Shocked by his sudden question, Mo Guangxia stumbled back a few steps, startled and angry, "You... pretended to be asleep on purpose!?"

Ignoring his questioning without answering, the man lifted the quilt and got out of bed.He seemed to be in a good mood by his dazed expression, and the teasing on his lips deepened, "Editor Mo...you just fell in love with me now, don't you think it's too late?"

"It's a beautiful idea, how is it possible?"

Mo Guangxia immediately refuted reflexively.After finishing speaking, he directly handed the ink in his hand to the other party's eyes, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and write for me!"

Turning his head away, Chen Guang squinted his eyes to look at the well-packed box, and walked away from him to the bathroom without any expression, "Go and buy a new bottle."

"Why?" The anger in his tone was palpable.

Chen Guang turned his head in front of the bathroom door, with a calm expression, "You bought the wrong color, this one is dark blue. And when I type, I can only use black ink... Without that, I can't write Character."

Mo Guangxia gritted his teeth. At this moment, he wished he could crumpled the face opposite him into a piece of paper and threw it into the trash can that he could no longer see; or turned the ink bottle in his hand into a bowl of boiling sulfuric acid and poured it directly... ...In short, it is good to make this person Chen Guang disappear from the earth, and he will never suffer this kind of idleness again.

Of course, these were all thoughts he had before he realized that Chen Guang's character was exactly the same as his own.

Compared with his brilliant talent and unique thinking, what Chen Guang is most admired by people is his ruthlessness in dealing with others in his own way... After 0.03 seconds, when someone realizes When I got to the root of this problem, I felt like an evildoer surrounded by a hundred demon-reflecting mirrors, and embarked on the journey of buying ink again in pain.

This time, when he finally escaped from the traffic jam on the ring road and returned to Chenguang's apartment with the ink of the correct brand color, the outside had already been lit up with the early lights.

This time, Chen Guang was very kind to express any opinion on the ink he bought back. He just looked at the wall clock on the wall and said calmly: "It's almost seven o'clock, it's time for dinner. Editor Mo, are you hungry?"

At the final moment when the proposed Nth takeaway restaurant was rejected by the super idol writer sitting on his sofa with an unmoving expression from the beginning to the end, someone stepped into the kitchen again with dignity.

These days, life is easy, work is easy, and life is not easy.To be an editor who can successfully get a writer's manuscript before the deadline, you must be proficient in all eighteen martial arts...