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Meng Qiuyi doesn't forget to watch her mobile phone on the Internet when she's not working. Breaking the mobile phone of her lover's brother's girlfriend is a serious event.

"Buying this, will it appear that I am too generous and mean to bully the poor?" Meng Qiuyi first took a fancy to the latest and most expensive mobile phones. Will it appear too stingy?" Thinking of this, he had a good idea to solve this problem.

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When preparing dinner, it was Ruisheng who cooked the food, and it was Ruisheng who went to the study to call Mengqiuyi in the study, busy with work.

Seeing that he was buried in the book, Ruisheng didn't intend to raise his head, "We're a busy person in our family, are you done yet?" Seeing him raise his head, "It's time for dinner."

"Is it six o'clock?" Meng Qiuyi saw the other party smiling and nodding, and then looked at the corner of the computer monitor, "Ah, it really shows that it is six o'clock."

"Can you be more dedicated?" Ruisheng couldn't help teasing him.

"It's okay when you're not around," Meng Qiuyi admitted that she was more passionate about work than life, "but it's impossible now." Standing up, she came to him, hugged the side of his waist very naturally, and talked with him Let's go into the restaurant together.

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After dinner, Meng Qiuyi offered to wash the dishes, but Ruisheng was worried, and followed Meng Qiuyi to help with this, making Meng Qiuyi very uncomfortable.

Meng Qiuyi finally couldn't take it anymore and sighed, "I came to wash the dishes, did you blame yourself so much?"

"A little bit, but..." Ruisheng looked at him with a sincere look, "Are you going to work later, or..."

"You want to write a novel?" Meng Qiuyi directly avoided his question and asked the next question.

Ruisheng shook his head.

"Then let's watch TV together." Meng Qiuyi put the dish, chopsticks and plates covered with dish soap under water, "Go and turn on the TV."

"Okay," Ruisheng finished, and ran to the living room to turn on the TV. When he came over, he sat on the sofa first, chose a comfortable position, and stared at the screen until an entertainment news broke into a serious news. At that time, I was frightened, "He, he, he died?"

"The news said that he died," Meng Qiuyi also heard the news in the kitchen, "It's okay, um, he is him, we are us, I don't mind at all if outsiders know that I like you," I don't know what kind of person that star is and how popular he is in the entertainment industry. Anyway, the end of a person can't change anything at all.

Ruisheng put his hands on his shoulders in fear.

Meng Qiuyi put the dishes and chopsticks on the drip rack, washed her hands, "I didn't think about hiding it," she came to him, hugged him, and let his head rest on her.

"You spoke so directly that I didn't know how to answer you," Ruisheng recalled that time.

"I like to hear what you say," Meng Qiuyi bowed her head and kissed him.

Ruisheng is also a man, so he understood, "Mmm..." he lay down on the ground.

"Huh?" Meng Qiuyi couldn't bear to leave his lips, and took a deep breath.

"Kiss me," Ruisheng generously promised him to go one step further.

Meng Qiuyi smiled and was about to start the phone when the phone rang inappropriately. She picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" It was her assistant. "Okay, I see." I have to go out to do errands tomorrow morning," meaning that I can't do it tonight.

"Well," Ruisheng looked away disappointed.

His reaction was too obvious, Meng Qiuyi couldn't help laughing, "I'll come back as soon as possible," hugged him, and lay on him, "I don't want to go out either."

Ruisheng stroked his hair, "You must come back early," this good man belongs to him.

Meng Qiuyi's jaw moved, and she agreed, "Yes."

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The next morning, Meng Qiuyi went out, without any special explanation. Ruisheng was at home alone, eating, and began to write novels. It was almost noon, and the phone rang. The first call was from Meng Qiuyi, and The second call was from my editor.

Ruisheng answered the phone, "Xiao Ke, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Ruisheng, your new book has been published. I'm going to bring you a hardcover edition as a souvenir." Xiao Ke was in the editorial office, packing up her little things, and was about to leave. "Is it convenient now?"

"Oh, you can come here, but I'm going to live in another place." Ruisheng got up, ran out of the small room, and looked out the window in the living room. "The address is..."

After Xiao Ke received his new address, "I'll come over right away."

Ruisheng agreed and hung up the phone, "I hope she doesn't go to the wrong place."

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Meng Qiuyi went to meet the person in charge of a certain Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, listened to his opinion, and then spoke by herself. It took them a long time to understand and argue with each other before they reached a consensus. Meng Qiuyi left and went directly to laboratory.

"Boss, you're here." Assistant Wang stood waiting for him at the door of the laboratory, "It's really impossible without you here," and stepped forward to greet him.

Meng Qiuyi handed him the briefcase, "A quick fix," and pushed open the glass door of the laboratory.

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After a while, Ruisheng's debt editor, Xiao Ke, rode a little sheep to the place Ruisheng had mentioned, found a suitable location, and at the same time called Ruisheng, and went upstairs after confirmation.

Ruisheng opened the door, saw her small and cute, "here," he turned sideways, and let her in.

When Xiao Ke saw him, he jumped happily, "Teacher Ruisheng!" He hugged him fiercely, "Congratulations!" Let go of his embrace, and looked at the place where he lives now, "Wow! Teacher's new residence It's so big!" Shaking his head left and right, he walked into the room with small steps, "How expensive is the monthly rent?"

How could Ruisheng have the ability to live here, "It's my lover's house."

"Lover!" Xiao Ke turned around, "Who is it? Do I know him? It can't be someone in the industry, right? Is it an editor?" The gossip went on endlessly, "Do you have a photo?"

"He doesn't like taking pictures very much." Ruisheng has lived here for so long, and he really hasn't seen any pictures of him.

"It's so low-key," Xiao Ke surrounded the surroundings, "but the house is not low-key, this one has marble floors, all black solid wood furniture, high-end appliances, this sofa..." He sat down on his buttocks, "It's made of leather!"

"I'm not very clear about these," Ruisheng came to the kitchen, "there is juice in the refrigerator," he opened the refrigerator, "is it okay?"

"Okay," Xiao Ke could describe his current life in a different way than before, "Mr. Ruisheng, you met a rich woman." Thinking about it, he probably said, "She must be your fan, right?"

"No," said Ruisheng. "It's me, his fan." He poured her a glass of juice, "Do you remember the second book I wrote?" He came to the living room and handed her the juice, " The number two male is me."

"Isn't it?" Xiao Ke was excited, "Mr. Ruisheng, you started with Tanmei novels, and I remember the second one was also Tanmei novels." Putting the juice aside, "Ah!" begged him coquettishly, "I want to read it." ,I want to see!"

Ruisheng doesn't have many friends on weekdays, but this little girl is quite cute, and she often contacts him, "He's coming back at night, you can stay for dinner."

"Okay, okay!" Xiao Ke wanted to be thick-skinned in order to see his boyfriend, so he got a little thicker, "Thank you, Teacher Ruisheng!"

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After finishing a stage of work in the laboratory, Meng Qiuyi saw that it was almost time, and had already started to pack up. She went home to make Ruisheng happy, but the assistant came up and stopped her.

"Qiuyi, I know that you want to go home and have dinner with him, but now is an extraordinary time." Assistant Wang hoped that he would work overtime to settle this matter, "You must learn to restrain yourself."

"A man who married early, tell me this?" Meng Qiuyi is not the robot she used to be, "It's too immoral."

Assistant Wang was lectured by him, and he readily accepted, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm the one who talks too much. I'm sorry. I can't stand by myself at work until now. I'm really sorry," but I still have to ask him to stay and work overtime.

Meng Qiuyi got up, picked up the briefcase, and patted him on the shoulder, "There is a chance." She left gracefully.

Assistant Wang looked at his leaving back with a perplexed look on his face.

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Meng Qiuyi hadn't come back yet, Ruisheng saw it was time to make dinner, and before Meng Qiuyi came back, he went to the kitchen by himself, opened the refrigerator, checked what was inside, and prepared the ingredients.

Xiao Ke, who came to the house as a guest, sat in the living room and watched TV, "It's the news again," picked up the remote control, and changed the channel, "Is there any mistake, what's wrong with men like men, now many people are messing around As for the relationship between men and women, when mainland celebrities are in love with beauty, they are either blocked or terminated, and they have no quality at all," complaining, the world is not fair.

"What's wrong?" Ruisheng didn't watch TV much, he didn't know, "So excited."

"It's the well-known male artist who likes men, committed suicide by jumping off a building, and it's replayed today." Xiao Ke couldn't understand these people the most. Man," tilting his head, and talking to him about his point of view, "I like you just because you are a girl, do you think there is love in this kind of confession?"

Ruisheng knew that she was a rotten girl, "For you, a man and a man are true love."

"That's right," Xiao Ke smiled happily, "If my boyfriend runs off with a handsome guy, I'll definitely become a stalker."

Ruisheng also laughed, "Being your boyfriend doesn't feel safe at all."

Xiao Ke doesn't care about other people's eyes, "Hey hey hey, women are not bad, men don't love them!"

Ruisheng stopped handling the ingredients, "Speaking of this, I'm actually very scared," thinking of himself and him, "He's so good, is it really good to be with me?"

"Teacher Ruisheng, are you excellent?" In Xiaoke's eyes, he is the representative of beauty, "Internet slam novelist, well-known," although he is not that rich, "not good enough, It's not good enough for you."

"I'm an otaku," Ruisheng disagreed with her, "I'll continue cooking."

Little can see that the TV is not good to watch, so he turned it off, bounced to the kitchen, and saw the fresh ingredients, "Wow! Teacher Ruisheng, let me help you!"

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