The private treasure of the president of the wealthy family Ⅰ

161 Gone?Kexin frowned, feeling that the sun was a bit dazzling and her body was a little cold, she stretched out her hand and put it on Su Ruiqi's waist, hugging his waist tightly like a child, and moved her body to his side .

Su Ruiqi looked at her so quietly, his eyes seemed to be smiling.

Yahui was still soundly asleep on the sofa outside the living room. After all the tossing and tossing last night, she seemed to be too tired, her head was almost resting on the edge of the sofa, and she didn't even realize it.

Su Ruiqi suddenly felt that his body had been in the same position all night, and it was already numb and painful, so he wanted to move his legs a little carefully, only then did he realize that he had even taken off his leather shoes, and his feet were tucked inside the bedding , with Ke Xingai, he smiled a little speechlessly, covered her little hand with his hand, and then moved his body in seconds to relieve fatigue...

Tang Kexin's eyes trembled suddenly, as if aware of the movement, her face moved slightly, but she still fell into a deep sleep.

After some time, there seemed to be a little noise.

Her face wrinkled slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, and she finally opened her eyes slowly. She came into contact with a cloud of morning light in front of her, sprinkled on her computer desk, as if a little warm, which had not dissipated. Emotions, floating in this small space, she glanced at the entire empty room in a daze, only to feel that her whole body was so tired, she thought about everything that happened last night, a feeling of exhaustion came over her... …

She lay quietly on the bed, looked at the ceiling, closed her eyes sleepily and tiredly again, but called out habitually: "Yahui..."

There was a yawning sound from outside the living room.

Yahui slept on the sofa all night. At this time, she hugged the pillow and quilt with back pain, her hair was messy, and she walked into the room sleepily. She yawned heavily and looked at Kexin with a hoarse voice. Say, "Are you awake?"

Kexin was lying on the bed, looked at Yahui with a slight smile, but still said in a confused state: "Well... Yesterday... Thank you for your hard work..."

Yahui hugged the quilt and pillow, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her worriedly and said, "Are you okay?"

Kexin looked at her good friend with a smile, nodded and said, "Well...it's okay."

"You don't even know how scary you were last night? You fell asleep and kept having nightmares. Fortunately, Su Ruiqi was with you...to watch all night...Huh? What about others?" Thinking of that character, he turned his head to look at his empty mattress, and said strangely: "I made him tired last night, so he slept on my bed?"

Kexin looked at Yahui in surprise, and said, "Su Ruiqi... stayed with me all night last night?"

"Yes! I guarded you all night! Accompanied you all night, comforted you all night? Has he left?" Yahui screamed.

The combination lock downstairs was loosened and opened.

Su Ruiqi, still wearing the white shirt and black trousers from last night, came out tiredly, passed by a tall magnolia tree, stepped on the broken light from the branches and leaves, walked through the small attic, turned a corner and looked at a man in front of him. In a very lively steamed stuffed bun shop, the chubby proprietress was standing in front of a steaming steamer, holding iron tongs, and yelled loudly at the guests sitting outside under a tall tree: "Three meat buns, Two bean pastes and a cup of soy milk! Come right away!"

After finishing speaking, the proprietress immediately picked up the tongs, picked up two or three meat buns, put them on a white plate, then picked up another steamer vigorously, picked up two bean meat buns, and piled them on top of the three meat buns , very beautifully let my daughter who was in junior high school, and sent it to the guests. The youngest son, who was only eight years old, was already carrying a heavy iron pot, and came to the guests quickly, put down a glass, poured it into the glass Fill up the soy milk, take three yuan from the customer, and walk in.

Su Ruiqi looked at the scene with a smile, and walked over...

In this ancient small street, there are only some very ordinary people living, even though they are not lacking in handsomeness, but I have never seen a tall man like Su Ruiqi who exudes a strong aura, but is gentle and elegant. So when he appeared in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop, the customers in the shop, men and women, including the proprietress, couldn't help but look at him. Even the proprietress' daughter, standing by the steamer, looked at him helplessly, blushing.

Su Ruiqi didn't realize this, just smiled and politely looked at the proprietress and said, "Hi, please give me... six red bean paste buns, four meat buns, uh... and two egg flower cakes... three cups Soy milk..."

"Good!" The proprietress took a transparent plastic bag and filled it with buns, looking at Su Ruiqi.

Su Ruiqi gave her a handsome smile.

The proprietress fainted when she saw the handsome guy. She packed eight bean-meat buns, six meat buns, four egg flower cakes, and three cups of soy milk for him, saying, "7 yuan!"

"..." Su Ruiqi took out his wallet, took out 100 yuan from it, and handed it to the proprietress.

Looking at Su Ruiqi, the proprietress opened the drawer, took out 95 yuan from it, and handed it to Su Ruiqi...

"Mom!" Seeing her mother going crazy, the daughter hurriedly called her.

Su Ruiqi looked at the 95 yuan in the proprietress's hand, then stretched out his hand to take the money in her hand with a smile, then took out a piece of 20 yuan, put it on the stage, said thank you, and walked forward...

"Hey! How much money did you pay!!" The proprietress immediately looked at Su Ruiqi's back and shouted.

Su Ruiqi kept silent, just walked forward with a smile, just in time to see a little girl buying flowers on the other side of the platform, in two buckets, one was filled with a lot of roses that were not very beautiful, and the other was very bright and transparent. Tender pink lotus, he passed the road with a smile, squatted in front of the little girl, stretched out his hand and caressed her head, asked her why she didn't have to go to school today, she said it was Sunday, he nodded with a smile, there was no shortage of money I gave someone 50 yuan, took three lotus plants, stood up, walked across the road, and walked to a small ceramics shop in front...

Yahui was wearing pajamas, had just showered, her hair was dripping wet, she picked up her purple underwear, and was standing on the balcony to dry it, but she was stunned for a moment when she saw the Land Rover SUV on the road, her brows tightened , holding the little underwear, muttering, "This man...hasn't left yet?"

Immediately there was the sound of keys opening the door in the living room.

Yahui miraculously picked up her underwear, walked into the living room, and saw that Su Ruiqi had already carried breakfast, holding three lotus plants, walked in like a man of her own, with a key in her hand, and put it in her in my trouser pocket...

"Ah!" Yahui put her underwear back at her back, looked at Su Ruiqi nervously, speechless! !

Su Ruiqi looked at Yahui with a smile and said, "Are you awake? You were tired from sleeping on the sofa last night, right?"

Yahui forced a little smile, and then the bathroom door on the other side opened. Kexin took a big white towel and wrapped herself up after taking a shower, revealing her white and smooth shoulders with sexy and beautiful bones. With long, white and attractive legs, she walked out while wiping her wet hair with a powder-blue towel and asked, "What's wrong?"

Towels dropped on the floor!

Tang Kexin's eyes widened, and she saw Su Ruiqi standing in front of her with a big smile...

"Ah——" Tang Kexin slammed into the refrigerator door with a bang, then flew into the room, closed the door with a bang, and shouted, "Why are you here?"

"Damn girl! They guarded you all night, and then bought you breakfast. It's impolite to say such words!" Yahui also blushed, and quickly looked at Su Ruiqi with a smile and said, "You have to sit down for a while, it's hard work , let’s change clothes and come!”

After she finished speaking, she immediately rushed into the room and closed the door with a bang. She saw Kexin standing in front of the closet, picking up a white T-shirt with a cap, quickly put it on, and pulled off a black one. The shorts were pulled up, and he said nervously: "Didn't he leave? Scared me to death"

"I thought he was gone! It turns out he went to buy breakfast!" Ya Hui also hurriedly pulled a yellow one-piece skirt and put it on before saying.

Kexin stopped her movements, remembering that Su Ruiqi was indeed holding a bag of buns just now... She came to the door curiously, opened it slightly, and saw that Su Ruiqi was already standing on the small dining table next to the living room, holding Take out a white dish, put it on the table, put the buns on it, open the soy milk cup, pour the soy milk in the cup into a transparent glass, and put the side dishes that you bought back from the market, all the same on a blue dish...

His eyes are gentle and focused on doing this, especially his slender fingers, gently put the scallop porridge in the thermos on the big plate, and put the porridge spoon on it, just like a father's feeling...

Tang Kexin just looked at his tall back and smiled.

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Han Zhenzhen: I don't like to talk about my own creative state with readers, but I saw that a reader raised a meaningful question today, that is, why can't I prepare one day in advance?Perhaps in the hearts of readers, the author feels that the author is only busy at the moment of creation.In fact, it is not. When we open our eyes every morning, we habitually face the air, looking for the breath of inspiration, and then tune up the music first, and look for the emotion of entering the state of work while doing things, because if We have no way to enter the works to feel emotions, readers can obviously feel it, especially readers who have been with you for a long time, so we write for the best state, even though we are very anxious, we will calm down and put ourselves Closed in a claustrophobic space, listening to music, doing other things, looking for the surge of love, the sadness in the plot, and connecting back and forth in my mind, in order to avoid fewer mistakes in my works, so before the computer , behind you, there are countless materials that you can't think of, before and after writing, you have to read them at any time, and write a highly professional work, so we have to collect themes everywhere, such as the magic, I also need to ask a friend of mine who is a magician, how to mobilize his emotions on the stage, so that the audience will be fascinated, and you have to cooperate with the plot, rehearse a perfect magic trick in your mind again and again, and finally come out The effect you see!Then collect information on the best hotels in the world and watch videos about the hotel industry... In my world, everything about this work is everywhere, even without sleep, because only I know how difficult this work is to write!I clenched the plot in my heart, and walked forward step by step, knowing that it was not over, and I couldn't rest absolutely. How much time do I have to prepare for tomorrow?Because today’s creation is finished, my brain has been exhausted. I want to meet Lawrence and Kexin, and the chapter of sobering up. In fact, I have prepared for more than 24 hours to make this sobering up wonderful, even though I know readers will take it in a hurry. I still tried my best to complete every detail, but the day after I finished writing, my hands were sore, I sat on the sofa, watching everything in front of me, I couldn’t find myself, I was in a daze, and I was tired just a few hours...

God knows, a plot, especially a character with such a distinct personality, their every word, even punctuation marks, will arouse your strong reaction, so the dialogue you see is that I am facing the computer, saying a few words from time to time, so I have to hesitate The chapter that came out in a few hours, the chapter where Jiang Tianlei appeared for the first time, I watched it on the computer for three whole days, it was so peaceful, as if I saw my soul floating out.And in this process, when the writer finishes writing the manuscript, he still can’t trust himself too much. For fear that he will be caught in the trap and not see the situation of the work clearly, I will choose to hire someone who can proofread and review the manuscript for me, who has a literary level. My friend, as the first reader, came to help me read the manuscript. When she found out that there was a small mistake in my manuscript, we would discuss it, and even discuss it all night. I will only ask her to proofread my manuscript when it is close to the finale, and I will ask her to proofread it for me when my emotions explode!As for the manuscript I finished at three o'clock in the morning last night, when she reviewed it for me today, she found a small problem, so she would withhold my manuscript, tell me her thoughts, and I will sit in front of the computer again , After careful consideration, I decisively deleted the [-] manuscripts that I worked so hard to write all night, and then rearranged the plot.In fact, the manuscript you have seen above may really be a plot that I have worked hard to brew through tens of thousands of thoughts. After writing it, I have to accept the possibility of being rejected when the manuscript is re-reviewed.Then under the heavy crash, crying, sad, and hard work, I still gritted my teeth and continued to write...

Min'er sometimes said to me, I am serious because you are serious, although I know that she actually thinks I don't need to be like this, but I reserve my greatest heart for my readers.I once said that a good writer should be hidden behind the works. In fact, every time I read the comments, when everyone tells me that I have worked hard, or thinks that I am a good person, I will blush. I don’t know what to do?I'm not very good at talking.So you don't need to say that I have worked hard in the future, because as long as you follow the manuscript, I will be happy.I only hope that you only talk about the work. When the work is not released, wait a moment, because I can't answer you, when will I update, but I must be working hard in a place where you can't see...I swear... I took up the word count of everyone's chapter today, and in the next chapter, I will send back [-] words to everyone.

It's fine to just talk about the work.No further discussion of myself is necessary.Because who I am is not important, the important thing is that my works are presented to everyone completely, and I am satisfied if I am worthy of your followers.I really want to squeeze out extra time within 24 hours to prepare tomorrow's work... But I can't do it... But I will work hard...