Sweet text writer quit

Just when Sang Yuan decided to modify the plot, there was a knock on the door.

Looking out the window, it was completely dark, and more than half of the buildings over there were lit.

Instead of opening the door right away, Sang Yuan stood up after turning his neck and moving his shoulders, and slowly opened the door.

The people outside the door seemed to know that she would be like this, so they didn't even think about knocking on the door a second time. They were watching a TV series with their mobile phones in their hands, and they were not in a hurry.

As soon as the door opened, she walked in without raising her head.He skillfully changed into the slippers and rolled onto the sofa without even a single expression on his face.

Sang Yuan didn't feel like restraining her at all, she sat down on the arm of the sofa and said, "Why don't you bring the key with you?"

Yang Mu didn't even bother to smooth out his tongue, and said vaguely: "I brought it, I'm too lazy to take it from the bag."

Sang Yuan shook her head, thinking that this guy is hopeless.

Back in front of the computer again, Sang Yuan continued to hold the keyboard to type.It is rare that there will be a time when your thoughts will not stop. Of course, you must seize this opportunity.

After Yang Mu watched countless TV episodes, she finally got up from the sofa, dragged her tired body to the door of Sang Yuan's room, "I'm hungry."

Sang Yuan felt very good in his hands today. After another hour and a half, his hands seemed to be able to write without brain control.So she said while typing: "Come here and get my phone to order."

So Yang Mujian walked up to her with slippers on, picked up her mobile phone, and opened the delivery app, "What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm...fried chicken."

After Yang Mu ordered, he watched from the side, "You have evolved now. When I first moved here, you said that I was by your side watching that you couldn't write."

Sang Yuan's hand stopped for a moment, "Hurry up and get out."

"Okay." Yang Mu didn't get out, but rolled onto the bed, but her words continued, "Today, a client asked me if I was in a relationship."

"Hmm." He motioned for her to continue.

"I said no, and she said she would introduce me."

"Hmm." This time the tone of voice was a little pleasant.

"I directly refused, saying that I have no intention of falling in love, not at all."

Sang Yuan couldn't continue writing, not because someone was talking beside her, but because the content went against her beautiful imagination.

She turned the swivel chair to the back, and said in a desperate tone, "You don't want to spend the rest of your life with me, do you?"

Yang Mu squinted at her, "Why is it called Lai? Didn't I pay the rent?"

"Is that what you call rent? It's not enough for me to order takeaway for you." Sang Yuan couldn't help but move over with the chair, raised her leg and kicked her.

Yang Mu didn't feel kicked at all, but felt like a massage. She rolled in and said leisurely: "If you want me to move, you can find a partner. If you have a partner, I'm sure I know you." Climb now."

She said that because she was sure about Sang Yuan and she would not look for any ghosts.

Sang Yuan clicked her tongue, "You just catch me, I will be killed by you sooner or later." After speaking, she returned to the computer with her chair and continued to type.

Yang Mu raised his head and looked at Sang Yuan's back, "Are you really not going to look for it? You are different from me. You have been in a relationship, which means you are still interested in this aspect, and you are still writing romance novels." , there must be something to look forward to."

Sang Yuan chuckled, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with writing novels."

Seeing that she was avoiding the important and not responding to the first half of the sentence, Yang Mu cleared his throat and asked what she had been curious about all along, "What happened to your ex-girlfriend? How did you dump you?"

Sang Yuan stopped typing on the keyboard, picked up the phone, and muttered, "I don't know if it's too late to cancel the order."

"Ah! Don't!" Yang Mu quickly climbed out of the bed and snatched the phone from her hand, "Sister, I was wrong!"

Sang Yuan smiled slightly, "Now do you know that I am your sister?"

When the fried chicken was delivered, it was still piping hot.As soon as the outermost bag was opened, one could smell a tempting aroma, with a pungent and spicy aroma.

Yang Mu ordered two flavors of fried chicken, one spicy and the other honey mustard. The merchant generously gave a lot of sauce.In addition to fried chicken, I also ordered some snacks, such as sausage and onion rings.

and two cans of beer.

Sang Yuan felt sorry for her own money.She took Yang Mu's opened beer and took a sip. It was cold and refreshing.

Yang Mu laid out all the things, and then took out his mobile phone, "Take a picture and send it to Moments... that's it."

Sang Yuan started immediately, picking up a big drumstick first.

Yang Mu worked for a while, and finally did it when Sang Yuan finished eating a chicken leg. She said angrily, "You'd better not steal my picture!"

I didn't mean that at first, but after hearing what she said, Sang Yuan took her mobile phone, downloaded the picture she sent, and posted it in her circle of friends. The whole process didn't take ten seconds, and she didn't even chew. over.

Yang Mu hated himself for talking too much at the moment.She is always talkative, and she shouldn't have mentioned her ex-girlfriend just now, so she almost couldn't even eat the fried chicken.

Just when Sang Yuan was complacent, someone gave her a thumbs up.

At first glance, it was Manager Min with a black cat head on his head.