A goblin who doesn't want to stir up trouble is not a good goblin

Zhao Mi didn't dare to make a big move, and after 5 minutes of touching it, he honestly crossed his hands on his belly, brewing sleepiness.

The rain outside the house has not stopped, accompanied by the cold winter wind, whistling on the window, like the roar of the devil.

Zhao Mi couldn't sleep, still felt hot, and didn't dare to move around in bed, for fear of waking Su Yiran, so he had to close his eyes and think.The two of them covered a quilt together, and Zhao Mi's hand moved to the left twice to touch Su Yiran's waist.

Su Yiran writes full-time, spending at least eight hours a day sitting in front of the computer and typing on the sofa.Before Zhao Mi and Su Yiran lived together, they thought that the other party just looked thin, and when they sat down, they must have a circle of loose fat.

On the first day of living together, after taking a shower, Su Yiran wrapped his lower body in a towel and went out. Zhao Mi turned around and saw it, and was stunned.

The abdomen is actually full of muscles...Zhao Mi counted...six pack abs...

Su Yiran saw that his earlobe was red, thought he was frightened, went into the bathroom and put on a bathrobe and came out: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

Zhao Mi didn't speak, he lowered his head and thought, Su Yiran is so handsome.

Su Yiran was naked only once at home, and then she covered herself up tightly. Zhao Mi's eyes would glow green just thinking about it now.Su Yiran's waist looks strong...

How could I be such a goblin! ! !

Zhao Mi spurned himself in his heart.

Zhao Mi was thinking about dying alone, but his hands were well-behaved.I don't know when I fell asleep again, and it was already ten o'clock when I woke up.

The bed next to it was empty.

Zhao Mi yawned and rubbed his head as he went out, and saw the familiar editor Ming Xiao sitting on his sofa.She had a contract and the script of the storyboard in her hand, and when she saw Zhao Mi, a friendly smile appeared on her face.

Ming Xiao is the editor of the publishing house, in charge of Su Yiran.She was sitting on the sofa alone, holding a cup of hot water, Zhao Mi put down her hand: "Where's Su Yiran?"

Ming Xiao smiled and pointed to the kitchen: "God Su is making breakfast for you." Ming Xiao knew the relationship between Zhao Mi and Su Yiran. She had known Su Yiran for five years, and they were considered good friends, so she would joke with Zhao Mi from time to time.

Zhao Mi rubbed his nose and walked into the kitchen, just when Su Yiran turned around with the plate in his hand, saw him, and frowned: "Why are you wearing so little?"

Zhao Mi was wearing a low-necked sweater. He had just come out of bed and was very hot.Su Yiran wrapped his arms around his waist: "Go and change into a high collar, brush your teeth and wash your face, and then eat egg burritos."

Su Yiran is very particular about cooking breakfast, whether it is the arrangement or the color, there is something poetic about it.Zhao Mi tidied up his time. He took out a cup of yogurt from the refrigerator and opened it, added oatmeal rings and chopped nuts, then took out a fish-shaped plate from the cabinet, cut a bag of creamy strawberries and arranged them on top, and on the far side Garnish with mint leaves.

Ming Xiao came over to look at it, and said, "You don't want to eat it, what are you doing so nicely?"

Su Yiran handed her the last strawberry: "It looks pleasant." He raised his chin and pointed to the bathroom, "Kids will like it."

Ming Xiao was caught off guard by being fed a mouthful of dog food, waved his hand and returned to the sofa as a stone sculpture.

The child came over and sat down rubbing his eyes, his head was shaking little by little, but he was still sleepy.Seeing that he was about to close his eyes while eating, Su Yiran held his head and fed him: "What's the matter, did you chase the novel last night?"

"A little insomnia." Zhao Mi was sore all over, feeling like he had gone through an anaerobic exercise, "Uncomfortable."

"I woke up in the morning and heard you purring."

"Ah?" Zhao Mi leaned on him and opened his eyes, "I'm talking?"

"I didn't say anything, just whimpering and screaming," Su Yiran straightened his head, pressed his right thumb and index finger against his earlobe, and lowered his voice, "While screaming, he touched my leg."

Zhao Mi: ...

Su Yiran continued: "I grabbed your hand and coaxed you twice, you are a little better, smack your lips and stop humming."

Zhao Mi: "...I'm probably having a nightmare."

"It seems that I went to bed too late last night." Su Yiran folded the egg burrito into three stacks with a fork, folded it into one bite, and handed it to Zhao Mi's mouth. "Go to bed after breakfast. I'll call you for lunch .”

Zhao Mi raised his eyes silently, and couldn't help but tell the truth: "But it's already noon."

"Who said, it's only morning."

Su Yiran coaxed him to sleep, and in the end he was even a bit tough. Zhao Mi had no choice but to lie down on the bed, and when Su Yiran closed the door, he started swiping his phone.

He ran to X Literature Network and threw mines at Su Yiran.

Zhao Mi recharged 3000 yuan into the account, and he was No.3 in the overall ranking of "Ming Dynasty and Gu Yan Leng", and he wanted to throw it into the first place while he was free.

Throwing thunder can not only throw Wen on the top leaderboard, but also add points to Wen and get on the scoreboard. 100 yuan can throw 100 mines, or a deep-water fish mine, each mine is 2 points.

Throwing 100 mines is worth 200 points. Although throwing is tiring, Zhao Mi is not afraid of trouble.

Zhao Mi started throwing thunder.

He was 1 mines behind No.2876. When he threw the 672nd mine, his eyes felt sore. When he threw the 768th mine, he felt a little pain in his fingertips.

Zhao Mi started throwing grenades worth five yuan each instead.He didn't know how many coins he threw, he quit to check his account, and found that there was still 1000 yuan.After throwing it away for so long, Zhao Mi was exhausted and had to think, forget about collecting points...it's better to throw deep-water fish and mines to save trouble.

When others throw mines, the comments are all included in the system, such as "the mine is forever, a piece will be passed down forever", "the author will quickly transform into a codewriter", and Zhao Mi is typing by himself, and he divides what he wants to say Copy the article to the clipboard, click to open it before throwing mines, and choose one to paste.

"God Su, pray for the sun" is also among them. Zhao Mi had the beginning of the first time, and naturally there was the second and third time. Of the 2000 yuan just thrown out, hundreds of dollars were "seeking the sun".He lay on his back on the bed, copied and pasted mechanically with his fingers, and sent out ten deep-water fish and mines.Doing the same thing for a long time makes his stubborn heart that does not want to sleep sleepy.

Zhao Mi yawned, patted his cheek, and decided to keep his eyes open.He opened his eyes until he looked at the time, it was 11:30.

I'm...a little hungry...

Zhao Mi deeply understood the reason of "I would rather die than be a starving ghost", because hunger is too uncomfortable.

He sat up as if giving up resistance, got out of bed, and heard Ming Xiao's laughter as soon as he went out.

Ming Xiao sat on the sofa, with the computer turned on in front of him, and waved to him: "Xiao Mi, come and take a look."

There was a space between Su Yiran and Ming Xiao. He stretched out his hand and tried to press down the computer to cover it: "Don't call him."

Zhao Mi ignored both of them, and strode towards the kitchen with blank eyes. There was still a box of strawberries and two boxes of yogurt in the refrigerator. He walked back holding them: "What are you looking at?"

Su Yiran frowned seeing him eagerly removing the yoghurt cover.In the morning, I cooked pancakes for three people myself. Zhao Mi ate them all by himself. It's only been an hour. Are you hungry again?

Sawtooth in the stomach?

Zhao Mi lowered his head and drank a couple of sips. When he raised his eyes, he saw Su Yiran staring at him. He stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth: "Is there yogurt?"

"No," Su Yiran withdrew his hand from pressing the computer, and wiped off a small drop of milk stain on the corner of his mouth for him, "Hungry?"

Zhao Mi was embarrassed: "A little bit."

A layer of worry floated up in Su Yiran's heart.

Ming Xiao didn't notice something was wrong, gloated and turned the computer towards Zhao Mi: "Someone confessed to you!"

Zhao Mi's eyes widened: "???"

Ming Xiao’s computer screen displayed the homepage of X Literature Network, with subtitles scrolling in the middle, and Zhao Mi saw a line slowly scrolling out from the right that read, “The little pervert said to the author Su Yiran: ‘God Su, please the sun!’ "

………………

Help!Forget deep water fish. Thunder will be displayed on the main page!

Zhao Mi felt like fainting in an instant. He gulped down two cups of slightly cold yogurt, but he couldn't control the flush on his face.

Ming Xiao laughed and joked at the side: "I don't know who it is, it's bold enough to confess publicly."

... In fact, Zhao Mi, who was very cowardly, shrank his shoulders and did not speak.He was afraid that his voice would vibrate and be exposed when he spoke.

Su Yiran didn't care: "It looks like the readers are joking."

Ming Xiao nodded: "After all, you, God Su, are the dream lover of many girls." She changed the topic to work, "I will contact the girl you mentioned, and try to meet them in two days."

Zhao Mi pricked up his ears: "Du Man?"

"Well, I want to try with her." Ming Xiao put the script of "Liu Ying" on the table, "If you change the content, the scene layout and the expressions of the characters should be more clear, especially the glutinous rice cake—his words and deeds. manner."

The prototype of Nuomi Ci is nestled in a corner of the sofa, crossing its legs and eating a strawberry.

Ming Xiao remembered one thing while talking: "Do the paintings be in their own homes, and are they collected at the end? Or are they concentrated? Are you free?" The author's expectations for the characters may not match what the painter draws. Ming Xiao advocates trying to Appropriate to the image in the author's mind.Su Yiran glanced at Zhao Mi who was next to him, and said to Ming Xiao, "It's at my house, there is a pretty big studio on the third floor."

"Then I will arrange two assistants for Du Man, and three of them will work at your house."

"can."

Zhao Mi stayed with Ming Xiao for dinner, Su Yiran gave her a wink, Ming Xiao understood, endured the pain and refused: "No, we have an appointment at noon."

Su Yiran was satisfied with her knowledge, and sent her out: "At the hotel at the end of the month, book a big room, and Xiao Mi will go with her."

"Understood, you don't seem very happy?" Ming Xiao looked at his expression, "You've been trying to force yourself to smile for a long time."

"Well, I'm a little worried. Did your family hire a nanny last time?"

"Yes." Ming Xiao gave birth to a child a year ago, hired a nanny to take care of the confinement, and only terminated the contract with the other party last month.

"Send me the contact information, and I'll ask her to be my cooking aunt."

"Row."

Zhao Mi encountered a difficulty in ordering food again, Su Yiran watched him order and was surprised: still hungry...

"Xiao Mi," Su Yiran said, "Didn't you say before that you want to eat sushi on X Road? Do you want to buy that one?"

"Okay," Zhao Mi turned around and looked at him with a bent smile. "But it's a bit far away. We don't deliver takeaways. Do you want to drive to buy?"

"Well," Su Yiran took out the car keys from his pocket, "You go, the sushi is a bit slow, I'll type at home, so I can go to bed earlier at night."

"Okay." Zhao Mi playfully raised his hand in salute.

After Zhao Mi left, Su Yiran ran up to the second floor, walked into the study where Xiao Mi was doing her homework, rummaged through it, and found a flattened MUJI paper bag in the bottom drawer.

The paper bag felt a little thick, and it was placed at the bottom of the drawer. It seemed to contain extremely important things.

Su Yiran took it out, her hands trembling rarely.

After Zhao Mi lived in this study room, he sorted out the drawers and left it to the other party. It's a bit of an invasion of privacy at the moment, but if Xiao Mi is really sick...

Zhao Mi's sudden change in food intake, other than illness, other reasons are hard to explain.

Su Yiran opened the paper bag, and there were miscellaneous things inside, including IDs, photos, and even postcards of winning prizes on Weibo. Su Yiran dumped them on the ground, reached out to wipe them, and accidentally found an ID card inside.

Why did you put your ID card here?He picked up the horn and turned it over, and after seeing it clearly, his whole body was almost boiling.

That's a... goblin card...

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