After being dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role, they became a group favorite

Xu Chacha refused to sleep, and wrapped her arms around her, "When did you know, I wrote that book."

"At first." Wen Mubai said.

But she did not elaborate on why.

The first time I saw that book was just a trial reading in a bookstore. Because it is a rare domestic author, I took a few more glances. After reading it carefully, I found that the style of writing was inexplicably familiar.

It's not that Wen Mubai is narcissistic, the lines in that book read like something she would write herself.

When I bought it back and read it, I read every detail of the relationship between the two protagonists in it, and it was surprisingly able to match the points of memory.

Only then did Wen Mubai know that the child chasing after her, her footsteps were not bumpy, but one step at a time, stepping steadily and lightly, approaching calmly as if afraid of disturbing herself.

She was also the "child" who started to look up at that time, earlier than Xu Chacha thought.

Much, much earlier.

……

The next morning, Xu Chacha was awakened by the familiar jingle.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, sighing, "I'm frying the kitchen again."

Probably because she was afraid that she would catch a cold when she got up, Wen Mubai specially turned up the temperature of the air conditioner when he went out, Xu Chacha's cheeks were so hot.

She wrapped her pajamas under the quilt to warm up for a while before she dared to put them on, then stepped on her slippers and went out to watch the battle in the kitchen.

Wen Mubai was wearing a white apron, his long hair was lazily tied behind his head, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was facing the "thing" in the pot with a sad face.

"What poison are you giving me today?" Xu Chacha leaned over.

Wen Mubai looked up at her, "Woke up so early?"

"Biological clock." Xu Chacha yawned lazily, lying on the marble cooking table with her waist limp, she looked at the dark things in the pot, "Fry ribs for me in the morning?"

Wen Mubai lifted the pot and shoveled the pile of things down, "It's scallion pancakes."

And the noodles were left by my aunt yesterday, and Wen Mubai was full of confidence when she fired in the morning, but she didn't expect that she even got zero points in the cheating test.

Xu Chacha's ridicule was undisguised, "Hahahahaha! What should I do? If you feed me and make me thinner, my sister will not fight you hard."

It's okay to say anything else, as soon as Xu Yanshu was mentioned, Wen Mubai's desire to win came up, and he said with a straight face, "Before the summer vacation, I will definitely grow five catties of meat on you."

"Wow." Xu Chacha's voice deserved to be extremely exaggerated, "Wait and see, Ms. Wen."

"Come here." Wen Mubai suddenly hooked her hand.

Xu Chacha leaned over unprepared, but was grabbed by the back of the neck and pulled over.

She saw Wen Mubai handing something over with his teeth in his mouth, but before he could react, the tip of the other's tongue stuck out and it was delivered to her mouth.

A burnt bitter taste spread from the tip of the tongue, Xu Chacha's whole face was twisted together, "What is it!"

"Breakfast." Wen Mubai's smile now seemed a bit wicked, "Do you want more?"

Xu Chacha stuck out her tongue and spit out what was in her mouth, "No!"

She ran to brush her teeth and used the toothbrush foam twice to wash away the bitter taste in her mouth.

When she came out after washing, Wen Mubai was already sitting at the dining table. On the table were scattered scallion pancakes that couldn't be made into a whole piece. The only bright spot was that it wasn't burnt.

The apron on Wen Mubai's body had already been taken off, and he was leaning on a chair to flip through the newspaper in his old posture, the battle in the kitchen was a mess, but when his eyes fell on this quiet and elegant woman, there was a taste of the tranquility of the years.

Xu Chacha walked over, picked up a piece of crumbs and put them in his mouth, frowning and chewing.

It may be due to the previous foreshadowing, but this time it tastes okay, the skin is crispy and soft, and the aftertaste has a touch of green onion.

"it's OK."

Xu Chacha picked up the milk and swallowed it, gulped it down again, her cheeks puffed up, "It's okay."

Wen Mubai wiped off the crumbs around her mouth, smiled, "Then I'll make it for you next time."

"Farewell." Xu Chacha shook her head, "Auntie is so tired of making noodles and cleaning up the kitchen, you'd better make egg sandwiches."

"...and I can learn to do it myself."

Xu Chacha obviously had an expression of disbelief, "Then I might as well do it myself."

"How can this work?" Wen Mubai squinted over, "You pay me to cook, of course I will serve you well."

"Then you didn't take care of me." Xu Chacha countered casually.

Wen Mubai finally fell silent, Xu Chacha was about to secretly celebrate when she saw her put away the newspaper and came over.

"What are you doing?" Xu Chacha hid back.

Wen Mubai lowered his eyes, lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, got up and walked out, "Pack up your clothes and wait for you to go out, come out after eating, go try on clothes today."

"Oh, yes." Xu Chacha quickly took a few mouthfuls of biscuits, poured them down with milk, wiped his hands and followed her, "Let's make it quick, Teacher Yang Zhou urged me a few days ago."

Before she discussed with Yang Zhou about outsourcing the styling team to BC, Wen Mubai personally went to meet with Yang Zhou to discuss the plan and time, and it was easy to decide on the matter.

Yang Zhou fell in love with their dark blue starry sky dress, which happened to be finished, but it didn't fit Xu Chacha's size. He was changing the size a while ago, and Jiang Panpan came to tell him yesterday that it had been changed, so he will try it today.

The benefits of cohabitation are revealed here, and the two of them don't have to get up early to meet up and waste time on the road.

No one came to the studio in the morning. Jiang Panpan and the girls under her stayed up late the night before, and they didn't come until the afternoon. There were two scattered in the middle and they were eating breakfast. When they saw Wen Mubai coming over, they were startled.

"Go to the lounge for breakfast, don't stay here, it tastes good." Wen Mubai pointed at them.

"Okay boss! Go now!"

Xu Chacha stared at Wen Mubai's stinky face from the side, nodded and thought, that's right, she is familiar with this cold look, the one at home with a serious face and nonchalant talk is another personality, right?

Xu Chacha's dress was placed alone in Wen Mubai's office, covered with a layer of black cloth.

She opened the zipper of the dustproof cloth and took out the clothes, "Go in and change."

The clothes are very thick, with three layers on the inside and three layers on the outside. The breasts and the hem of the skirt are all inlaid with small diamonds. The fabric of the clothes feels very slippery. He held it in several positions and didn't know how to hold the skirt safely.

Seeing her cautious appearance, Wen Mubai wanted to laugh, "Afraid you won't be able to pay?"

"It's all your hard work, I must be more careful." Xu Chacha said seriously, holding the skirt with both hands, and worried about crushing it, she held it in a princess-like hug.

"Aren't your hands sore?" Wen Mubai immediately lifted up the skirt and hung it on the hook in the dressing room for her, "It won't be broken."

"Oh." Xu Chacha walked in.

Wen Mubai supported the door, "I'm just outside, if I can't wear it, call me, help me."

"You can't put it on!" Xu Chacha slammed the door shut.

The skirt came with a waistband, Xu Chacha wrapped it around first, and then lifted herself into the skirt.

As soon as the skirt was put on her body, her shoulders collapsed several degrees.

It was too heavy, as if there was a hill on her body, especially the hem of the skirt, which dragged the bricks forward with every step.

She opened the door and said to Wen Mubai, "It seems to be okay."

Wen Mubai raised his right hand and circled in the air, "Turn around and have a look."

Xu Chacha turned around obediently, and was waiting for the people behind to say something when she heard footsteps approaching.

Putting his hands on her waist, he gestured around her, "I'm thinner again."

"Do you still want to change it?" Xu Chacha was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the time.

"No, it's not that bad. I'll try it with a safety pin." Wen Mubai opened the cabinet, and took out a ball from nowhere, with densely packed small needles on it.

Xu Chacha quietly waited for her to say goodbye, and could feel that Wen Mubai's movements were skillful, and the skirt around her waist was tightened little by little.

"Okay." Wen Mubai tapped on her vest, "Bend down and try."

Xu Chacha followed suit and squatted up a few more times, "It's okay."

"Well, that's it when the time comes, you write back to Teacher Yang." Wen Mubai put the pin back, "Just say we can shoot right away."

……

Yang Zhou's team was very fast. It took less than three days for the photo to be edited. After confirming that it was correct with Xu Chacha on the day of the photo's release, they posted a picture of the back as a teaser on the official blog.

Xu Chacha's tuba reposted that Weibo post, and circled BC Studio specifically.

[I know, I know, the clothes look good, but I still can’t afford them]

[Ms. Xu is so beautiful, lick (more novels add group 712273271) lick (more novels add group 712273271)! ]

[Sihasha, it’s too spicy! ]

In the photo, Xu Chacha is lying on the dark blue floor, the background light is very dark, and the star-shaped lights are scattered here and there. She wears a dark blue wig, and her long, smooth hair slid from her waist to the floor like a waterfall. Looking forward, the direction of her fingers happened to be a star. With her slightly sideways face, only her upturned nose bridge and slender eyelashes could be seen.

The shadow of the eyelashes hit the background wall, like a fluttering butterfly, like the red birthmark on her back.

[Is this a birthmark or a painting? ]

[Birthmark, Chabao responded on Weibo before]

[A beautiful person, even a birthmark is so special!] ]

Xu Chacha never imagined that one day she would become a little angry because of her birthmark.

A week later, the magazine was officially launched. As a result, the physical magazine was snatched off the shelves within 5 minutes of going online, and the sales volume of the electronic magazine was far higher than before.

There is even a topic of #许茶茶蝶蝶生级# that has climbed to more than 20 hot searches.

For this reason, Yang Zhou sent her a special message to congratulate her. Xu Chacha originally thought that this matter was the same as before, but the fire died down after a while, but one afternoon when he was typing in his study, he suddenly saw an email.

She thought it was spam at first, but after a cursory scan, she saw the suffix TY.

good guy?