brothers and sisters

"Pervert, narcissist, neuropathy."

Ren Ziyu sat in front of the computer, typing viciously on the keyboard while muttering.

He decided to write Ling Yu in the novel to death, and it was a tragic death.

Abandoned by his lover, betrayed by his friends, and finally committed suicide by lying on the train.

After writing these, Ren Ziyu finally felt happier. He put what he had written on the Internet, and as expected, he was wailing after a while.

"Oh my god, do you want to be so cruel?"

"Yu must have lost his love. Otherwise, why did he suddenly write the protagonist to death? A few days ago, it was still a sweet novel, but today it is directly BE."

"Let's write a special episode, let's take it easy."

Seeing the mourning in the comment area, Ren Ziyu finally felt relieved.

Isn't it just three months?I can bear it.

"Master Ziyu, is your sex life with Ling Yu not harmonious?"

After a while, Yang Mingming's QQ avatar flashed non-stop. Seeing the pop-up dialog box, Ren Ziyu almost spit out the meal from the previous night.

"Damn, how many times have I explained to you that he is my stepfather's son, if you talk nonsense about me again, you will rape you."

"Ha, I'm so scared."

Yang Mingming is the editor of Ren Ziyu's published books, but he also knows about Ren Ziyu's writing BL novels, and has been chasing his novels.

Since seeing Ling Yu at his house last time, Yang Mingming has been pestering Ren Ziyu even more. Before, he was just reminding him of manuscripts, but now he has one more thing, which is to inquire about Ling Yu's whereabouts all day long.

From what Ling Yu likes to eat to what color underwear Ling Yu likes to wear, it's even more perverted than Ling Yu.

"Then why are you so angry? A good sweet pet article suddenly became BE's. Look at your readers, they are almost driven crazy by you."

"That can't be helped, I'm in a bad mood."

Ren Ziyu clattered the keyboard.

In the past few days, he has been suffocated. Ever since he signed the treaty with Ling Yu that humiliated the country, his life has suddenly become dark.

Ling Yu is simply not a human being, and he doesn't treat him as a human being. He washes and cooks, that's all. When he watches TV, he himself has to be by the side, not to mention serving tea and water, even his stinky socks Also wash yourself.

Everything else is fine, but Ren Ziyu really can't bear it.

But Ling Yu was confident: "Didn't you say so? My stinky socks have not been washed for several days, so this glorious task can only be entrusted to you. You must wash them clean, oh, yes, my socks Socks are very expensive, they must be washed by hand, not in a washing machine.”

What's more, this Ling Yu didn't know what was going on, notices were flying all over the sky on weekdays, and he didn't see anyone for several days. Recently, he went home every day. I really don't know if he had intentions.

Ren Ziyu looked at his slender and white hands, which were for typing on the keyboard.

Finally, Ling Yu went out to record a program today, and he can finally vent his anger online.

"So, have you washed Ling Yu's underwear by hand?"

After listening to Ren Ziyu's confession, Yang Mingming couldn't wait to ask.

"I'm not that cheap, I put his underwear and socks in the washing machine, hahahaha."

Ren Ziyu said proudly.

"So, what color is Ling Yu's underwear?"

"Fuck, you are really hopeless!"

Ren Ziyu felt that he couldn't communicate with his brain-dead editor. This Yang Mingming was so cute and white, but his brain was broken.

He exited the dialog box, turned off the computer, leaned back happily, and hummed a little song.

Ling Yu is not at home, and I really feel that the air in the house is much fresher.

He was enjoying the time without Ling Yu when suddenly his cell phone rang.

"Damn, who is it that you don't wink?"

Ren Ziyu picked up the phone cursingly.

"Mom?"

Ren Ziyu sat up straight at once.

"You brat, do you have any conscience? I've been away for several days, and I haven't had a phone call. Don't you know how to care about your mother?"

As soon as the phone was connected, I received a barrage of scolding from my mother.

Ren Ziyu couldn't even get in a word, so he could only listen.

It was not until the other side stopped that Ren Ziyu had a chance to speak.

"Mom, am I busy?"

He was indeed very busy. He was busy being Ling Yu's old mother all day long. He was ordered around, and he even had very little time to write manuscripts. He had long forgotten the matter of paying his respects to his mother.

"Busy, no matter how busy you are, can someone call Ling Yu? Everyone remember to call me, and if you look at you again, I really wonder if you popped out of my stomach."

"Did Ling Yu call you? What did he tell you?"

Fuck, this kid, when did he call the two old people behind his back?

Hearing what his mother said, Ren Ziyu's nerves tensed up again.

"Ling Yu, what a good boy, he is worried about our safety, is he often at home recently?"

"Ah, yes, I don't know what's going on like crazy."

"You child, I specifically asked him to go back often. I don't worry about you being at home alone."

"Mom, you brought Ling Yu back!"

Ren Ziyu couldn't help but asked loudly.

"Why are you so loud? You child, you know how to write and write every day. When you start writing, you forget to eat and sleep. How can you do it without anyone watching you?"

"Mom, you are really cheating your son with your strength."

Ren Ziyu wailed.

"Stop talking nonsense, in short, you have to get along well with Ling Yu, do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay, I understand, I'm going to get busy, I wish you and uncle have a good time."

Ren Ziyu hangs up the phone in despair, the co-author is his mother who recruited Ling Yu back, now he really doesn't know who to complain about.

Suddenly the phone rang again.Ren Ziyu picked it up without even looking at it: "What's the matter? Mom?"

"Mom?" A nice boy came from the phone.

"Damn it, Ling Yu."

"if not?"

"What are you doing? I'm busy. If you have something to say, hurry up and let the fart go."

"There is a document on the table in the living room. I left it there when I left. You can send it to me right now. I want to use it."

"Damn, why, big star, don't you have an assistant yourself? Why do you let me go?"

"Don't forget, you are my follower."

"Isn't that the same? It's work."

"I don't have time to tell you so much. I'll send the address to your mobile phone. You must arrive before two o'clock, or you will bear the consequences."

After Ling Yu finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap.

"Damn it, are you human!"

Ren Ziyu yelled into the phone.

He walked around the room again and again, looked up at the time on the wall, gritted his teeth for the last time, and went downstairs.