The two souls wear the same person + side story

I really want to see Shang Yi's demeanor when he wrote these words, is he teasing and perfunctory, or coaxing her like a literal meaning?

She was no longer angry, just closed her eyes, the sun was just right, and her body was warm when it shone into the room, and she didn't even think about getting up for a while.

With the sound of footsteps outside, she immediately sat up and saluted: "Husband."

"A guest is still here today. You didn't speak yesterday. I thought you were asleep. You must make a high-level speech today."

"This……"

"You are behind the curtain, who knows that you are there? Women should also know the important affairs of the country. You are just listening. If there is an incident, I will send you back to your hometown in Suzhou early. The road is paved. You still Don't believe me, do you?"

"Don't dare..."

She got up helplessly, and a layer of radiance hung on the member's face, as if someone had put a layer of gold powder on his face.Look at his imposing walk and gentle manner, except for being older, he is completely the man of her dreams.

It was night, and a few more guests came, some with familiar voices and some unfamiliar ones. As usual, they talked vaguely in the world behind the curtain. She didn't dare to answer, and just remained silent for another night.

"If you don't talk, I'll think someone else wrote the book? If you don't talk, it will be a waste of all my hard work..."

Member Wai was a little sad, as if she didn't have any breath, and hated that iron could not be made into steel.

"I'm afraid it is. I'm not good at words... I hope my husband will forgive me." She answered after consideration.

"You don't need to come here anymore, but you still have to read every day. Listen to me, your "Jin Ping Mei" is selling very well. If you can write another book, it will be worthy of your ability."

A member of the staff encouraged her to write a book.

Was she afraid that her husband, whether it was Wang Yuanwai or Wang Xiucai, was taller and burlier than her, and he would press on her and try his best to release it. At that time, his body and face were hideous like monsters, so he had to wear pain.I also know that I am entering the house for the second time, and it is already an unexpected joy to receive courtesy. If I don't obey my husband's order again, I am afraid that I will be dismissed again.

Father and brother can no longer hold their heads up.

The "Jin Ping Mei" incident was just an accident, she had no intention of plagiarizing other people's articles.

What if you really write it yourself?

Pick up the pen and drop it gently.

Writing novels is a matter of arranging right and wrong. It is said that those who write books will be punished.

Going to later generations, Shang Yi left a message in his notebook:

How are you doing recently?

She didn't respond before, Shang Yi was probably afraid that she was still angry.

Zhang Xu replied:

it is good.

She wrote slowly:

Nothing happened recently, my husband...

She blacked out the word Husband.

I have nothing to do recently, and I intend to write a book. "Jin Ping Mei" has been published, and I have other stories to write, but people say that writing novels will be punished, so I didn't start writing.

After a day, I got a reply:

Write.

Retribution is mine.

A short article is attached below, which looks like a novel and a diary. It roughly tells the story of a person who bought shoes but couldn't buy them, which is very boring.

the last line:

I don't know how to write. Anyway, this should be a novel. I'm still alive and well, so it can be seen that those people are farting.

The author has something to say:

Your friend, little huang-book author Xu Yijiu is online.

Shang Yi: Are you still angry?Are you still crying?Are you there?Are you there, Xu Wanqing?Are you there?

Zhang Xu: ... (Shang Yike is really annoying

Chapter 20 Zhang Xu Has No Story 07

I feel that recently Shang Yi and Xu Wanqing turned their fighting into jade silk, reached an agreement, and reconciled with each other.

I opened the book and saw that there was no abnormality in this book. Every page of the book was neatly written with daily greetings to each other.I couldn't sleep anyway, and after reading carefully half the night, I finally saw the words between the words. Most of the book had four characters written "flirting and cursing"!

It wasn't that I had a sudden brain hole, I was as dull as a rubber bump, and my understanding of feelings was limited to Lu Yiping's diary writing.

Shang Yi probably thinks so too, so she never shies away from minors like me when she writes in this public notebook, probably because she thinks that my education level is low and I can't understand it, or that I can't understand it even if I understand it. Seriously.

She kind of knows me.

There are causes and effects, and things have to start with Shang Yi's first sentence: how are you doing recently?

This tone doesn't sound like what he said to me, but at that time, Shang Yi had just burned Xu Wanqing's kite, and just after bullying him, he went to talk bawdy, that's what the elementary school boys in our class did.

Shang Yi is also quite old, and should not be able to do such a moral thing, so I reply below:

it is good.

Xu Wanqing said below:

I have nothing to do recently, and I intend to write a book. "Jin Ping Mei" has been published, and I have other stories to write, but people say that writing novels will be punished, so I didn't start writing.

From this sentence, the two chatted back and forth.

We didn't speak, and we didn't dare to ask.

It is said that Shang Yi first flattered Xu Wanqing's hobbies, and made up the story of Wang Er buying shoes. He made up a messy, elementary school composition level, and I yawned.

Although she is powerful and low-key in business, the career of writing is really not suitable for her. Once she crosses the border, her stride is too big and her crotch is pulled, and the story is written in pieces.

Of course, we dare not say that the big guy's writing is not good, and I dare not say anything.