Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Lu Lianguang and Tang Cuo made an appointment for dinner today.

The main reason is that Tang Tu didn't expect that they would go out together for two days in a row at first, and arranged all the manuscript rush plans for the two weekends on Sunday-it is important to meet Katayu, but the amount of manuscripts deposited every day must be completed.Fortunately, Lu Lianguang learned that Tang Cu had lived in Yuheng Apartment after returning to China, and suddenly lost interest in other houses, and only wanted to look at Yuheng Apartment, so there was no need to go out during the day and run around .

After dinner, they came out of the French restaurant. The restaurant waiter handed back their coats at the door and sent them away respectfully.

Tang Cui was a little embarrassed.Yesterday it was agreed that he would come to treat guests, so Lu Lianguang deliberately took him to a small ramen shop by the side of the road. Today, instead of Lu Lianguang's treat, he would bring him to eat high-end French food—if it wasn't for Tang Cu's car It's rented, so it's hard to find a substitute driver and you have to drive yourself. You can't drink alcohol today, and he was going to open a bottle of expensive red wine.

It was already dark, Tang Cu sat in the driver's seat, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Next time, I won't drive here... Let's open that bottle of wine, and I'll treat you."

He didn't say it clearly, but Lu Lianguang keenly captured his emotions.

"Zhushen, you have recommended Yuheng Apartment to me, and you must have seen that my financial situation is not bad. It is the most expensive apartment building in Dongling. Is it ten yuan or 1000 yuan for a meal, yes It really doesn't make any difference to me." Lu Lianguang smiled, "Besides, in my eyes, the ramen that you personally pick out the coriander for me is much more precious than this French meal. I am very grateful that you are so polite to me. sad."

Whether a meal is ten yuan or 1000 yuan is of course no difference to Tang Cui. However, he has never had the experience of treating each other to dinner with friends. When Lu Lianguang said he was sad, he panicked and said, "I'm not being polite...I..."

He was speechless when he panicked, but Lu Lianguang continued unhurriedly: "I treat you to dinner with good intentions and good intentions, but you are so lucky, and you have to settle the accounts so clearly..."

"I'm not trying to settle accounts, I'm just..."

"You just want to buy me a drink?"

"Yep."

"Okay, I agree. Let's go to an izakaya next time. There is a new one in the East District—the environment is very good. We went there once for dinner in the club."

Tang Cuo agreed, and later realized that the other party spoke too smoothly, as if premeditated, he looked at Lu Lianguang suspiciously for a while, and finally asked: "Did you say you were sad just now?" Kidding?"

"Yes." Lu Lianguang readily admitted.

And...was teased by him again.Tang Cu felt ashamed and refused to talk to Lu Lianguang any more. He turned his face to fasten his seat belt. Lu Lianguang looked at him and hurried back to coax him: "Don't be angry, Bamboo God? Bamboo God, you talk to me Take a moment. Hey, are you really angry? I was wrong. I just wanted to go to the izakaya with you, and I was afraid that you would not agree. You just agreed to go with me, so you can’t break the contract. Next time, I will treat you to the izakaya. OK?"

How could Tang Cu be angry at Lu Lianguang?He has been used to being disgusted since he was a child, and he has never been so carefully observed by a single person, coaxing him if something is wrong, as if holding him in his heart and cherishing him... His face became hot again in a blink of an eye, hurry up Said: "No...not angry. Put on your seat belt and let's go."

"The izakaya thing..."

"can."

After successfully making another appointment, Lu Lianguang was satisfied, fastened his seat belts, and the two drove to Tang Cu's residence in the city center.

Standing in the most prosperous area of ​​the city center, Yuheng Apartment Building is rumored to be the most expensive serviced apartment building in Dongling City.

Most of the residents here have other villas in the suburbs, and they only bought or rented the houses here for the convenience of work. There are also single young upstarts who love urban life and live in this skyscraper, and of course there are people like Tang Tu Such overseas travelers just need a temporary foothold that meets their status.

But without exception, they are all extremely rich, which also means that this building is equipped with the strongest security and security system to ensure the safety of these extraordinary residents in the building.

Huo Miao held her lightest laptop in one hand, and put one hand in the pocket of her hoodie, looking up at the building that was said to gather the richest young white-collar upstarts in the city center.

There was still an hour before the meeting time agreed by You Hongzhi. He put on his hoodie, turned into a surveillance corner, leaned his back against the wall, and held the laptop with one hand. Fingerprints forge a new resident profile.

In order to keep a low profile, he wore black on purpose today, but he couldn't hold back his fair appearance. His baby face was especially conspicuous under the low-brightness screen light, and he looked angry.

"Will you die if you tell me which floor and which room? I have to risk hacking in to check the list of owners! Knowing that this building is so difficult to enter, I insist on making an appointment in it..."

Room A on the [-]th floor, Tang Cu; Room C on the [-]th floor, Ye Ziming; Room A on the [-]th floor, You Hongzhi... I found it, it was him.

Twenty minutes later, he managed to temporarily add his fingerprints to the white list of the building. It took a little more effort than he had imagined, which made him gnash his teeth even more.

Yesterday You Hongzhi replied with such a sentence, no matter how much he begged him to come out to pick him up later, it would be like a stone sinking into the sea, he could only rely on himself to find a way to get in - and fortunately this building uses the most advanced fingerprint security measures, if With a bolt to lock it, Huo Miao really has nothing to do.

You Hongzhi really didn't like him and was deliberately making things difficult for him!

Huo Miao was not controlled by his parents since he was a child, and he was used to being known as "Wang Chengba" in the virtual world. How could he have suffered this kind of anger? Then think about how in the Tibetan repair building, You Hongzhi used his status as a senior senior to make things difficult for him from time to time... New and old grudges combined, Huo Miao put aside Lu Lianguang's warning that "it's easy to overturn the car" last night, and he decided to give up his humble pleading and implement his original plan-threat he!

He spent the rest of his time intruding into the studio whose account is "Tianqingyilun". The two people in this studio are the chief world architects of "Yao Ling", responsible for the overall setting and plot writing. Quickly found the unpublished plots for the next version update, and copied them to my computer one by one.

"See if you still dare to treat me like this." Huo Miao packed all the files in satisfaction and uploaded them to his encrypted cloud, then put away the computer and walked briskly to the building.

He passed the security check unimpeded all the way, and took the elevator straight to the nineteenth floor.He could have knocked on the door, but he didn't. He insisted on standing outside the door and spent some time hacking into the system. He directly hit enter to open the electronic lock remotely.

The door opened, and a tall man was standing with his back to the door.

"Hey, You Hongzhi." Huo Miao provocatively said, "Nine o'clock sharp, I'm here."

The man standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window turned around, and the bustling night scene of Dongling City shone behind him into a luxurious picture scroll. Today is the weekend, but he seems to have just returned from a banquet, wearing a neat black suit, matching That originally deep and three-dimensional face was even more handsome and extraordinary, with a powerful imposing manner.

The man called "Tyrant" by thousands of "Yao Ling" players looked at Huo Miao, who was wearing a hoodie, had a fair baby face, and looked like a high school student, and said grimly, "I'll give you two seconds." Greet me again, if I am not satisfied, you will die today."

Just below the room where they were facing each other, Tang Cu pasted the room card on the electronic lock and opened the door.

"Room A on the tenth to twentieth floors is this type of apartment." He said, letting Lu Lianguang into the room.

The one-bedroom apartment occupies one-third of the skyscraper's single floor. After entering the door, it is a completely transparent whole. The bedroom and kitchen are open, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows occupy an entire wall. The whole city seems to be within reach.

Lu Lianguang originally came here with the idea of ​​being close to the water first, but now he is really amazed by this apartment. He is a person who pays great attention to the quality of life, so he made a final decision and asked, "Are there any vacancies for rent? What is the rent?" price?"

Tang Cu thought that he was hesitating about the price. After all, this is the golden area in the city center. For a fresh graduate, the rent here may be really difficult... He regretted that he had to worry about the price because of his little thought. Lianguang brought him here to look at the house, hesitated for a moment, and came up with a compromise idea.

"When I picked up the room, there were still vacancies downstairs, but the price was quite high... Would you like to try living for a weekend before making a decision? I made an appointment with Oti for the next weekend, and I will Wuhui will fly back to the United States, you can, um, live in and experience it.”

Tang Cu originally thought that after trying to live in such an expensive house, he would make a more rational decision, but Lu Lianguang focused on other things.

"Do you have a house in America?" Lu Lianguang asked.

He is considerate and personable, and rarely asks privacy questions. Tang Cu is a little surprised, but still answers: "Yes."

……Yes, I have.But his house in China is rented, his car is also rented, and his luggage is so small that he seems to be ready to pack his bags and leave anytime, anywhere...

Lu Lianguang looked at him, and said reluctantly: "Then you left this time, will you come back?"

"Of course." Tang Cu said, "I haven't finished my... things in China."

Only then did Lu Lianguang feel happy again, Tang Cu pursed his lips and said, "Let me wash you an apple...or a pear."

Today Lu Lianguang is coming to be a guest, he specially bought a lot of fruits and snacks in advance, and clumsily tried to entertain guests for the first time in his life: "There is still a drink in the refrigerator in the kitchen...I, I'll get it for you."

Lu Lianguang accompanied him into the kitchen, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar mug on the cooking table, and said with a smile, "You still have this mug?" It looks really out of place in this house where every inch of land is expensive.

Tang Cu blushed, and quickly buried his head in the refrigerator to cool down, pretending to search for drinks, and said in a muffled voice, "It's very useful."

There was a rectangular shape under the mug, and Lu Lianguang recognized it at a glance. It was the one he had looked at many times, and the return ticket that Zhu Congsheng sent him.

He leaned on the bar and glanced at the flight time, and it was indeed the one on the day Tang Cui returned to China. The name column was pressed under the cup, and Lu Lianguang subconsciously reached out to remove the cup. When he touched the handle of the cup, Tang Cu Ask him over there in the fridge, "Do you drink beer or juice?"

Only then did Lu Lianguang realize what he was doing, it was someone else's privacy!He immediately withdrew his hand, looked away and walked towards the refrigerator: "I'm a picky drinker, let me see what brand of beer..."