If the reminder fails, you will be teased

Qiao Wei's mood was extremely complicated at that moment, and then he felt a little timid in his heart. Seeing Luo Wangshu's firm and defensive eyes, he insisted on nailing his heels to the ground, and didn't dare to go to him and sit down immediately.

Qiao Wei met his eyes for two seconds, glanced to the left quickly, and then took another step, put the fruit plate in Luo Wangshu's hand, cleared his throat and said, "...I wrote it."

"What did you write that your eyes drifted to the side?"

Luo Wangshu is no longer as easy to deceive as he was when he went to Qiao Wei's house to urge manuscripts, and it hurts to be held in Qiao Wei's hand for half a month. It is revealed, not to mention that the current focus is still on the serious matter of urging manuscripts.

Luo Wangshu directly stretched out his hand to make Qiao Wei focus his attention: "You definitely didn't write it!"

"I really wrote it." Qiao Wei wanted to cry, but immediately raised his hands beside his ears as a gesture of surrender.

Luo Wangshu withdrew his hand suspiciously, squinted his eyes at the same time, the upper and lower eyelashes at the end of his eyes crossed together, and slightly raised his chin: "Then how many words did you write?"

This little serious expression with a hint of pride fell into Qiao Wei's eyes, and it directly made his blood heat up twice.

Qiao Wei sat next to him, grabbed the hand he had just put down and brought it to his lips for a kiss, and said a more consoling number: "[-]..."

Before the ending of the word "ten thousand" fell completely, Luo Wangshu moved closer to him as if probing, his eyes were shining brightly from the light of the chandelier above his head, and he blinked earnestly.

"... Not so much." Qiao Wei had no ability to resist his silent questioning, and confessed directly before he had time to engage in an ideological struggle.

"How much is one point?" Luo Wangshu continued to ask him.

Qiao Wei wanted to bring him a fruit plate to feed him two pieces of fruit, but just as he turned his head away, Luo Wangshu stretched out his hands to hold his face and turned back, fearing that Qiao Wei's eyes would flutter and tell lies.

Qiao Wei laughed, feeling very helpless: "The difference is twenty thousand."

"Do you still remember what you told me last month?" Luo Wangshu was frightened by the imminent deadline, so he simply raised his legs up and changed to kneeling on the sofa to face Qiao Wei. After asking Also remember for him. "When you were at the farmhouse, you said that you would never delay the manuscript this month."

"Remember." Qiao Wei wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms. "This is not yet..."

He wanted to say that it wasn't the deadline, but he stopped in the middle of the sentence.

Ever since Luo Wangshu was with him, Qiao Wei still seemed restrained and happy on the surface, but in fact, the old man's heart had already exploded, and he put all his heart on Luo Wangshu.

Two years ago when he came back, he could still write a few chapters from time to time, but now he only cares about being comfortable with Luo Wang every day, and the deadline is not due, he was so dazzled that he temporarily forgot.I didn't even pay much attention to the date. I had to think about what day it was in August before I remembered it.

Luo Wangshu lowered his head and flipped through the calendar from his phone, handed it to Qiao Wei, and pointed it out to him: "Today is already the 18th! We are on the 20th flight, and we still have jet lag when we return to China, but the deadline is on the 25th." !"

He spoke quickly, trying to mobilize Qiao Wei's enthusiasm for work: "You definitely don't want to write manuscripts on the 20th and 21st, and today has passed, and you only have four short days to write manuscripts Already!"

Luo Wangshu put down a finger of his left hand every day, trying to make Qiao Wei nervous, but after the calculation, he became nervous first.

"There is still the 25th, and the 20th and 21st can also be merged into one day." Qiao Wei patted him on the back reassuringly, amused by Luo Wangshu's ass-burning appearance, and didn't want him to In a hurry, I stuffed him in for another two days, coaxing him and teasing him. "In this way, we still have six days, rounded up to half a month, don't you feel much more relaxed?"

"Six days rounded up is half a month?" Luo Wangshu couldn't help laughing. "I remember that the second part of the novel is expected to be 30 words, and you haven't even written [-] words now."

"Okay, okay, I'll start writing the manuscript tomorrow." Luo Wangshu knelt on the sofa, a little higher than Qiao Wei.Qiao Wei moved his hand to the back of his neck and pressed him down. "The outline is in my head, and I can definitely finish it."

"I'll start writing tonight." Luo Wangshu stretched out his hand to cover the lower half of his face, separating their lips, preventing him from simply bringing this topic to the past. "It's only eight o'clock now, and I can still write for two hours." He glanced at the time and asked Qiao Wei, "How many words can you write in two hours?"

Luo Wangshu's words were a fatal blow to Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei was stunned for a rare moment, tightened the hand clasped around his waist, and his Adam's apple moved up and down: "Shouldn't we rest early today?"

The "rest" he mentioned is of course not just the two of them lying down on the bed after taking a shower, closing their eyes and sleeping side by side, but also contains other meanings.

Luo Wangshu is not very old, he has no experience in love before, and Wushan Yunyu has never personally experienced the joy of fish and water.Qiao Wei will turn 30 in less than three years, but he has kept Luo Wangshu in his heart for a long time, and he has no interest in others.After the two of them crossed that line, it was inevitable that they would know what to expect.

During the trip, the physical energy consumption was relatively high. Qiao Wei was afraid that Luo Wangshu would not be able to rest well, so he kept very restrained and only did it once in Milan.When I returned to Rome recently, the places I should visit were almost covered when I first came. The main thing is to rest and relax and prepare for returning home.

Qiao Wei spent half an hour with Luo Wangshu on the plane, and finally the little guy blushed to respond.Now that dinner is over and the sky is getting dark, it's time for both of them to take a bath and have a good rest. How could they suddenly come back with a note of "writing a manuscript", Qiao Wei really felt that she was crying or laughing.

"But you still have a lot of manuscripts to write." Luo Wangshu heard the meaning of his words, his ears turned red, and he turned his head and hummed softly. "That kind of thing... wait until you finish writing all the manuscripts."

"What?" Qiao Wei was so taken aback that he almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and asked him in disbelief. "Write everything?"

Seeing that Luo Wangshu nodded at him without joking at all, Qiao Wei smiled wryly and rubbed him into his arms, rubbing his chin against his neck: "Baby, you can't treat me like this, asceticism It can't be used for something like this."

"I think this is the only way to ensure that you won't procrastinate." The more Luo Wangshu thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. He put his hand on Qiao Wei's chest and pushed him away, put his hands on his shoulders, and patted him. Twice.

Luo Wangshu felt a little indebted to Qiao Wei for what he had promised Qiao Wei.But when he thought of Qiao Wei's rascal face when he dragged the manuscript in the first place, that little debt disappeared in an instant.

Qiao Wei felt a bit of a headache. He watched Luo Wangshu take a deep breath, then exhaled helplessly, and pinched the soft flesh on the side of his waist gently: "Then I can still use the strong one."

The area on the side of Luo Wangshu's waist was very sensitive, and he gave a "ouch" when he pinched it, and instinctively broke away from Qiao Wei and dodged to the side.After dodging, he turned his attention to what Qiao Wei said. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face flushed suddenly: "You still have to be shameless."

"I don't have any face at all." Qiao old hooligan answered him without hesitation, and sat firmly in the "shameless" seat.

Luo Wangshu was so choked by him that he could only sit on the other side of the sofa with his eyes wide open, speechless for a long time.

"Uncle Qiao is getting old, and the system is prone to malfunction sometimes." Qiao Wei stretched out his hand as he spoke, intending to take him back into his arms. "Before I work seriously, I have to ask the children to help me charge the battery, otherwise the efficiency will be greatly reduced."

Luo Wangshu pulled the pillow next to him and stuffed it into his palm, hiding from Qiao Wei's hand, not letting him touch her, and said with a smile: "If you do this again, I'll go back to my original room, and you can keep it for yourself. Think about how to write a manuscript here.”

Qiao Wei brought the pillow in front of her, put it in her arms, leaned against the sofa, raised her brows, and slowly gathered in the middle, pretending to look at Luo Wangshu pitifully.If there is another fluffy tail growing from behind him, it will look like a big golden retriever that was cruelly abandoned by the owner by the roadside.

Luo Wangshu regards Qiao Jinmao as air, and puts the fruit plate in his hand with a calm expression, and eats the cut fruit with a toothpick: "Anyway, you write so fast, the sooner you finish it, the easier it will be." After finishing speaking, he inserted Handing a strawberry to Qiao Wei, she smiled at him: "Write a little bit tonight, just think of it as looking for status."

Qiao Wei didn't speak, her eyes fell on the strawberry less than half a meter away from her, and she moved up again, looking at Luo Wangshu.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Luo Wangshu was about to move closer and stuff it directly into his mouth, when Qiao Wei suddenly threw the pillow to his side, and leaned over as if to rush towards him.

Those gray eyes were staring at him as if they were looking at prey, and there was still a faint smile in them, Luo Wangshu's heart skipped a beat, his first reaction was that Qiao Wei really wanted to force him through, With a low exclamation, he jumped up from the sofa, still holding the fruit plate in his hand, raised his legs and ran out the door.

"Hey hey!" Qiao Wei originally just wanted to scare him with an air, so he got up and sat back on the sofa. When he saw Luo Wangshu was about to run away, he couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to stand up and follow him to call him . "I'm kidding you! I don't plan to do anything, so don't run away!"

After that, he coaxed the little guy back with good words.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Wei resignedly turned on the computer at the desk and found the document where the manuscript was written, feeling a little heavy in his heart.Luo Wangshu was half lying on the bed behind him, using a tablet connected to the wireless to watch anime for entertainment.

Qiao Wei first skimmed through the previous plot, put his hands on the keyboard, spent a few minutes sorting out the outline below, and quickly tapped the keyboard to continue writing.

Hearing the rhythmic sound of the keyboard, Luo Wangshu distractedly glanced at him.Qiao Wei's back was straight, and the exposed part of his arms showed strong and obvious muscle lines as he typed. Just looking at it from a distance, he felt a little sexy.

Luo Wangshu touched his mobile phone and turned on the camera, pointed the lens at Qiao Wei and secretly took two pictures, enjoyed it for a while with satisfaction, then put the earphones back in his ears to watch his animation.

Qiao Wei finished writing a chapter and looked back at Luo Wangshu.

The anime was playing to a critical moment, Luo Wangshu was engrossed in watching it, completely unaware that Qiao Wei was looking at him.

He had been in a half-lying position before, and it was inevitable that his neck would feel a little sore after a long time, so he turned over and changed to lying on the bed, and put the pillow under his arm to make it easier to see.

Luo Wangshu was wearing cotton home clothes, which were divided into two pieces, matching Qiao Wei.However, Qiao Wei's body was gray, and his body was light brown, which made his skin look fairer.

The lower body of home clothes is a common style of trousers, and the upper body is a round-neck short-sleeved shirt, which is not too loose. In order to modify the figure, the length only reaches the part below the navel, so it will not cause short legs. optical illusion.

Luo Wangshu's attention was all on the animation, and his movements were changed in a hurry. As soon as his body turned around, the short top would inevitably rise up a little.The fabric was soft and light, and he didn't notice that the clothes were wrinkled on his waist and abdomen.

Qiao Wei's breathing was stagnant when he watched from the opposite side.

The young man's body was slender and well-proportioned, his legs were laid casually, and his ankles, which were slightly thinner than those of ordinary men, overlapped.The lines on the side of the waist are very clean, enough to make people imagine what the waist and abdomen on the mattress look like.His lower back was slightly sunken due to the movement of lying down at this time, and reflected by the light, his allure was a little higher than usual.

As soon as Qiao Wei's body became hot, some kind of impulse was stimulated and surged up immediately.

An episode of anime stuck at the end of a tantalizing place, Luo Wangshu was just about to press the anthology button to skip to the next episode, when a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and then a warm body wrapped in a strong hormonal aura came from behind Cling to him.

He was taken aback by Qiao Wei's sudden approach, and before he could turn his head, he was squeezed into a big warm hand where his waist and abdomen touched the mattress, and at the same time, someone grabbed his chest.The hot lips imprinted behind his ears, which was a sensitive area of ​​his, and the scorching breath gushed out by Qiao Wei made him grunt.

"Aren't you writing a manuscript?" Luo Wangshu struggled for a while and didn't break away, feeling the big hand moving around his abdomen, quickly kneading the thin muscles on the side of his waist, and it was about to go down the waist of his trousers touch trend. "Don't mess around... um...!" Before he could finish speaking, his chest was pinched and rubbed.

"Write it later." Qiao Wei kissed him on the neck, and raised his hands.

"It's agreed to write the manuscript first." Luo Wangshu's breathing became a little messy, and many words like "writing", "delaying" and "deadline" flashed through his mind for a while, and the intensity of his struggle became even stronger. big. "Don't, don't, don't! Just wait! Let's discuss it later!"

"It's not negotiable." Qiao Wei chuckled, lifted his clothes up, knelt by the bed and leaned over to kiss his beautiful shoulder blades.

At this time, Qiao Wei was mainly pressing on his waist and hips, and the upper body was not restrained much. Luo Wangshu took a breath, stood up with all his strength, and raised his hand to push Qiao Wei away.Luo Wangshu's strength is actually not small, but he doesn't have much advantage against Qiao Wei.He knew that just pushing with his hands would not be able to push Qiao Wei, and at the same time he managed to get a leg to push against Qiao Wei's leg.

The arms and legs exerted their strength together, and there was a sudden "plop" sound beside him.

Luo Wangshu rolled over from the bed and sat down, his breathing hadn't calmed down yet, when he looked up, he saw Qiao Wei's eyes wide open, looking at him in a daze.

Luo Wangshu looked at him for a few seconds, then looked down, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

The place where Luo Wangshu lay down was not in the middle of the bed. When Qiao Wei came over, he could only kneel on the side of the bed, but suddenly Luo Wangshu stepped back, moved his body back, and his knees slipped off the edge of the bed all at once. go down.

Although Qiao Wei reacted quickly so that he didn't fall down and stood firmly on the ground, the fact that he was kicked off the bed by Luo Wangshu is undeniable.

Luo Wangshu was laughing on the bed to the point of tears. Qiao Wei stood by the bed with a helpless expression on his face. In the end, he could only go over and pull down Luo Wangshu's clothes, gritted his teeth and sat back in front of the computer to continue writing.

I think he has been dragging manuscripts for many years, and his name has always been a typical negative teaching material in the editorial department of Ruiyi. Who would have thought that Qiao Wei would also fall into the hands of someone one day.

It's really the way of heaven and good reincarnation, one thing descends one thing.