If the reminder fails, you will be teased

At 06:30 in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time.

As soon as Luo Wangshu opened his eyes, he leaned over to touch his phone, and edited a text message lying on the bed: An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and a thousand dollars cannot buy an inch of time.The road to getting rich is hard work, and you should write when you get up early.

Then sent it to Qiao Wei.

After the text message was successfully sent, Luo Wangshu slammed his head back into the pillow, wanting to lie on for a while longer.

Not long after I closed my eyes, the phone vibrated, and Qiao Wei replied a text message: The lights are on at three o'clock and five o'clock is chicken, it's time to be lazy and sleep to death.You can still make money after all the money is gone, but it's hard to find it after Chunxiao is gone.

Luo Wangshu's remaining drowsiness flew thousands of miles away.

He gritted his teeth, turned over and sat up, and called Qiao Wei.

The phone rang for a while before being picked up.

Just as Luo Wangshu was about to speak, the man spoke first: "Your phone call broke my spring night dream."

The low-magnetism voice carried a laziness, and came out through the earpiece unhurriedly, so nice that Luo Wangshu's ears were crisp.

But as soon as he thought that the owner of the voice was Qiao Wei, the numbness disappeared immediately: "Now it's less than a minute before you reply to the text message, can you still dream?"

Qiao Wei continued: "The foreplay has just ended, and the dinner has just begun, how can I compensate you?"

Foreplay?Dinner?

Luo Wangshu froze for a moment.

He chewed these two words back and forth twice, and then connected with the "Spring Night" that the person just said.

Luo Wangshu's face suddenly became hot, and it was a little awkward to speak again: "...I, I want the manuscript!"

"I didn't say I won't give it to you." Qiao Wei chuckled lightly, his voice sober. "I'll send it to you later."

"No need." Luo Wangshu immediately refused after learning the lesson of being kicked out of the company by Guo Yi yesterday. "I'll go get it myself after breakfast."

Qiao Wei pondered for a moment, then asked, "Can you make curry?"

"...Yes, what's the matter?"

"Go buy ingredients before coming here, and make me some curry at noon."

Luo Wangshu: "..."

Does this person think he is a professional cook?

Luo Wangshu took a deep breath: "Where is your housekeeper?"

"still busy."

"Then ask for another one."

"I have feelings, I don't want to change."

"Order takeaway."

"Unhygienic."

Luo Wangshu stretched out his hands to pinch the center of his brows, even though he knew that the other party couldn't see his expression, he still forced the corners of his mouth to curl up: "...I'm going to get the manuscript."

Qiao Wei was silent for a moment, and said, "Did you know that after being rejected, human beings will normally enter a state of depression. Even me is no exception. Once my mood is low, I don't have the mind to write manuscripts. Hmm... ...let me think about it."

Luo Wangshu: "..."

"After August, I'll send you the manuscript again."

... Fuck you, uncle.

Luo Wangshu gritted his teeth: "Curry, right...Okay, Mr. Qiao, I see."

"Alas..." Hearing his words, Qiao Wei sighed softly. "It seems that you don't want to. I'm sorry, I shouldn't force you."

"How come." Be calm, be sure to be calm.

"But I don't feel your heart." Qiao Wei's tone revealed a sense of grievance. "You don't even want to call me by my name."

Luo Wangshu: "..."

What is the basic content of the 24-character socialist core values?

"Qiao Wei." Luo Wangshu gritted his teeth and said his name, his tone was similar to those in the editorial department. "I hope you can really hand over the manuscript to me today."

"Of course." Qiao Wei smiled. "I never lie."

Don't lie to your uncle!

Luo Wangshu was so angry that he even forgot to say "goodbye", and cut off the phone viciously.

Luo Wangshu's home is in the west of the city, and Qiao Wei's home is in the east of the city, spanning half of the city in between.Anyway, the traffic is quite convenient, the route is not as detoured as going from the company to Qiao Wei's house, and it doesn't take much time on the way.

Logically speaking, Luo Wangshu didn't sleep well last night and got up early today, so it should be easy to get sleepy while sitting on the subway.

Thanks to the phone call with Qiao Wei, now Luo Wangshu feels refreshed enough to finish a set of math problems for the college entrance examination.

After getting off the subway, Luo Wangshu Yiyan went to a nearby supermarket to pick up ingredients.

At this point in time, there were not many people in the supermarket, especially the fruit and vegetable section, as if it was contracted by Luo Wangshu alone.

He came to Qiao Wei's house with his things, and rang the doorbell several times but no one answered.

... This deja vu plot!

Luo Wangshu directly took out his mobile phone and called Qiao Wei, thinking that the other party was going to pretend to be dead again, but he didn't expect to be connected soon this time.

"Where are you now?" Luo Wangshu raised his wrist and glanced at the time. "Don't tell me you're going to cheat again today."

"How could it be?" Qiao Wei's voice was slightly panting, as if he had just finished exercising.

……asthma?sports?

Luo Wangshu couldn't help thinking of his "Spring Night", and automatically imagined Qiao Wei's sweaty face, panting with his mouth open.

"...Then why didn't you open the door for me." Embarrassed, he directly pressed his forehead against the door and slammed it lightly, trying to smash the restricted-rated images in his mind.

"I'm not at home right now." At this moment, across the phone, Qiao Wei naturally couldn't see through the little activities in his heart. "Have you arrived yet?"

"En." Luo Wangshu was still knocking on the door with his head. "I'm outside your house."

"Okay." Qiao Wei seemed to smile.

"When will you come back?" Luo Wangshu moved the fingers of his left hand slightly, and moved the plastic bag from the supermarket to the side. The original place was already a little red from being strangled.

Qiao Wei didn't answer him, and after saying the word "good", there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Luo Wangshu moved the phone screen to his eyes, and found that the call was still going on: "Hello?"

The man still didn't respond.

... Did Qiao Wei come up with some tricks to trick him again?

Luo Wangshu's heart skipped a beat, and he slammed his forehead harder on the door.However, what he encountered this time was not a cold and hard door panel, but a very warm and soft texture.

Luo Wangshu froze for a moment, stood up straight, was startled when he saw the hand in front of him clearly, subconsciously took half a step back, and directly crashed into the arms of the person behind him.

"It's so early." Qiao Wei leaned over slightly, and chuckled in his ear. "We only separated for one night, so you can't wait to see me?"

The ears were blown crisp, and Luo Wangshu's legs were so weak that he almost knelt down.He quickly turned around, put his back against the door, and looked at Qiao Wei in panic.

Qiao Wei was wearing a dark sportswear, and it looked like he had just returned from morning exercise.

Probably because of the exercise, the exposed muscle lines appear fuller, and the male hormones emanating from the whole person make people dizzy.

A few strands of his hair were wet with thin sweat and covered his forehead obediently.There is a smile in the light gray eyes, and the gaze is extraordinarily soft.

Luo Wangshu's dissatisfaction with Qiao Wei was immediately reduced by more than half.

Sure enough, everyone is born with a certain color control attribute, just more or less.

Qiao Wei raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider: "No objection?" As he spoke, he withdrew the hand that was covering his forehead, and took out the key from his pocket.

Luo Wangshu looked away in embarrassment, and moved aside to make it easier for Qiao Wei to open the door.

"You will wear this pair from now on." Qiao Wei let Luo Wangshu in first, then took out a pair of gray slippers from the shoe rack at the entrance, and placed them in front of him. "new."

As he said that, he put on a pair of black slippers, hooked the bag containing the ingredients from Luo Wangshu's hand, and carried the things into the kitchen.

Luo Wangshu's hand was suddenly empty, and he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

He bent down and put on his shoes: "Have you finished your manuscript?"

"Apart from the manuscript, do you have anything else to say when you see me?" Qiao Wei carried the ingredients into the kitchen, picked out a suit of clothes from the closet, and walked towards the bathroom.

Luo Wangshu lowered his eyes, quickly analyzed the man's urination, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were full of sincerity: "The body is the capital of the revolution, and the manuscript is the secondary accessory."

"Good." Qiao Wei nodded with a smile, and walked into the bathroom contentedly. "Since you think so, I'll take a good rest today."

The smile on the corner of Luo Wangshu's mouth froze, he stared at the closed bathroom door, and secretly decided in his heart, if this person doesn't hand over the manuscript to him today, he must bring a knife holder to his neck next time superior!

After Qiao Wei took a shower, he walked to the kitchen and inspected it, then turned and left.

"Where are you going?" Luo Wangshu stopped cutting the onion into small pieces, and looked back at him warily.

"Go to the study to write a manuscript." Qiao Wei paused. "This is my home, are you still afraid that I will run away?" After speaking, he really walked into the study room, the door was still open, and he sat at the desk and turned on the computer, as if he was going to work seriously.

Looking at his back sitting upright, Luo Wangshu suddenly had the urge to cry.I don't know if it was smoked by the onion, or moved by Qiao Wei's sudden effort.

After cutting the materials and arranging them on plates, Luo Wangshu looked at Qiao Wei in the study, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, plugged in the earphones, and chatted with the editorial staff while listening to songs.

He sent a message in the group: [Qiao Wei is writing a manuscript! ! ! 】

Use words and exclamation points to fully express his excitement.

Soon someone replied to him: [Are you sure that the big disaster is writing a manuscript, not just pretending to delay time? 】

Luo Wangshu: "..."

It seems that this possibility is not impossible.

He bounced up from the sofa at once, took off the earphones plugged into his ears, and took them in his hands. He groped into the study room lightly, and stood behind Qiao Wei and secretly glanced at the computer screen.

Qiao Wei didn't even look back: "You're holding a rope behind me, are you trying to strangle me or scare me to death?"

The curtains in the study room were drawn, and only a very weak light was turned on. The light from the living room directly cast Luo Wangshu's sneaky shadow over.

Luo Wangshu immediately pulled out the earphones from the phone, quickly wrapped up the earphone cable, and explained: "This is an earphone cable, not a rope."

Seeing that Qiao Wei was indeed writing the manuscript seriously, Luo Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile mixed in his tone, and he immediately stood up: "Go on, go on. I'll wait in the living room. If there is something you need to tell me , don't be shy."

After finishing speaking, he quickly rolled back to the sofa in the living room, and excitedly typed in the group: [He is really writing a manuscript! ! ! 】

Qiao Wei turned to look at him in the study, his eyes flickered, and he turned back with a chuckle.

The author has something to say:

Editors: I heard that Qiao Wei wrote a manuscript today?

Luo Wangshu: ... Heh.