If the reminder fails, you will be teased

After eating, Luo Wangshu suddenly realized that in this state of having nothing to do, he absolutely couldn't be alone with Qiao Wei for a long time.

He was really worried that he couldn't help but insert the chopsticks in his hand into the opponent's brain as a steel bar.

"Mr. Qiao." Luo Wangshu put the phone in his pocket, and tried his best to look at the man in front of him calmly. "I'll go back today, please remember to write the manuscript."

Qiao Wei nodded with a smile: "Definitely."

His tone was beyond doubt, but Luo Wangshu really couldn't believe it this time.

"Can AA be okay?" Luo Wangshu glanced at the dining table, and looked at Qiao Wei inquiringly.

Qiao Wei smiled slightly: "I thought you would let me treat you as a spiritual compensation for you."

"What kind of spiritual compensation is this?" Luo Wangshu replied to him.

Could the mental damage he suffered be resolved with just one meal?

The corners of Qiao Wei's mouth curled up, and there was an unaffected look between his eyebrows and eyes.He opened his thin lips lightly, and said two words slowly: "Flesh compensation."

Compensating with barbecue is not "meat compensation."

Luo Wangshu took a deep breath, and when he looked at him again, his eyes were warm and peaceful.

"Or..." Qiao Wei watched him pretending to be calm, and spoke again unwilling to be lonely. "I thought you would take the initiative to pay the bill and treat this meal as a treat for me."

"If Mr. Qiao can deliver the manuscript as promised, I don't mind treating you to dinner at all." Luo Wangshu immediately shot back. "It's just that Mr. Qiao is teasing me again and again, which makes me a little angry."

Qiao Wei showed a reasonable expression: "So you should invite me to dinner now."

"Why!" Luo Wangshu almost vomited blood. "Do I still have to thank you for teasing me?"

The smile on the corner of Qiao Wei's mouth did not diminish: "Isn't it just to ask me not to continue teasing you in the future?"

Luo Wangshu: "..."

What you said makes sense.

"Okay." Luo Wangshu closed his eyes and opened them again, trying to suppress the vicious aura that had been sealed by him for many years. "I'll pay."

"En." Qiao Wei looked at him tenderly, but what he said had little to do with tenderness. "It's just that you don't have a chance today."

What does this person want to do again.

Luo Wangshu stared at him directly and stopped talking.

"Director Gu is so good at being a man, how could he leave without paying the bill." Qiao Wei answered with a smile. "How about we make an appointment, and you treat me to a meal alone?"

Luo Wangshu's face changed slightly, and his hands subconsciously clenched into fists under the table.

... His hands suddenly felt so itchy, he really wanted to kill someone.

Qiao Wei looked at the sad and aggrieved little face in front of him, and the corner of his mouth smiled even wider.

He put his palms together and patted on his chest: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's go, I'll take you home."

"You don't need to worry about it." Luo Wangshu stood up from his seat and walked out of the store without looking sideways.

Qiao Wei immediately threw off her two long legs, followed up effortlessly, and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, I'm just joking."

After Luo Wangshu walked out of the barbecue shop, he turned right and went straight to the nearest subway station.

Qiao Wei followed closely behind, and when he was about to walk past the parking space of this store, he suddenly strode forward and stopped Luo Wangshu beside a silver Porsche: "It's dark and windy night, a day of murder and arson. You alone I don't worry about people leaving."

"Don't worry." Luo Wangshu was forced to stop and looked up at him. "It is estimated that among all the people I have met in my life, you are the most likely to kill me."

"I'm very honored." Qiao Wei still smiled, stopping in front of Luo Wangshu to prevent him from leaving. "Don't you think it's a good opportunity for two people to go home together to cultivate their relationship?"

Luo Wangshu felt a little reasonable: "Will this allow you to deliver the manuscript on time?"

"Maybe?" Qiao Wei smiled.

Luo Wangshu looked at the nearest Porsche again: "Is this your car?"

Qiao Wei stood in front of him, with the corners of her lips curled up, looking at him with a smile, neither admitting nor denying.

"But it's a pity." Luo Wangshu showed a regretful expression. "I ate too much tonight, this kind of car is not suitable for me, I'd better take the subway honestly."

"This car doesn't belong to me." Qiao Wei stepped aside to let Luo Wangshu pass by, and then walked on his shoulder. "I also came by subway."

Luo Wangshu raised his eyes to look at him in surprise, Qiao Wei's unreal appearance is really hard to hook up with the unpretentious and friendly subway.

"Then I'd rather believe that the car just now belonged to you." Luo Wangshu whispered. "But the color of that car doesn't match you."

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows with great interest: "The reason?"

Luo Wangshu turned to look at him, with a gentle smile on his lips: "Only red can fully reflect your temperament."

Showy enough.

Qiao Wei: "..."

After getting off the subway, the sullenness in Luo Wangshu's heart almost disappeared.

Qiao Wei insisted on sending him to the gate of the community, but Luo Wangshu didn't refuse, and let him follow, chatting with him one after another.

"By the way," Luo Wangshu looked sideways at him. "What's your pen name?"

"What?" Qiao Wei smiled. "Fall in love with me? Can't help but want to pay attention to me?"

Luo Wangshu: "..."

Ah.

"If you really care about a person, obtain his information through other channels, and then try to please him and cater to him, the possibility of pursuing success will be greater." Qiao Wei suggested to him sincerely.

"Thank you." Luo Wangshu also sincerely refused. "Suddenly I don't want to know."

Qiao Wei smiled and said nothing.

"I heard people from the magazine say that you are very good, so I asked you out of curiosity." Luo Wangshu couldn't help explaining. "Don't think too much about it."

Qiao Wei was silent for a while, and when she spoke again, her tone was much calmer: "It's not that powerful."

"Brother An Rang said that you are an all-round writer." Luo Wangshu wrote "I don't believe it" on his face. "The first novel that was published was a huge hit."

"That's the first novel that was published, and there are still unpublished ones." There was a slight smile on the corner of Qiao Wei's mouth, and the moonlight shone on him, showing a little tenderness. "Before that, I also published a novel on the Internet, and the data was mediocre."

"Have you ever written novels on the Internet?" The best-selling legend in the publishing world has also worked as an Internet writer.

"Yes." Qiao Wei replied. "Almost failed to write."

Almost didn't mean that, anyway, it was finally finished anyway.

Luo Wangshu said with emotion: "There are times when you can't write any more."

Qiao Wei glanced at him, and Luo Wangshu could vaguely see some strange emotions in it.He was startled, and when he looked carefully again, those light gray eyes were full of old well.

"If there is no such person." Qiao Wei smiled. "I won't write until now."

"That person?" Luo Wangshu became curious. "who?"

Qiao Wei curled his lips and did not answer.

"Your friend? Or a classmate?" Luo Wangshu guessed wildly. "Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

Qiao Wei smiled lightly: "Boyfriend?"

"You look so monstrous, I think men and women can eat it all." Luo Wangshu explained solemnly.

Qiao Wei looked at him jokingly: "If the object is you, it's acceptable."

Luo Wangshu shook the goosebumps on his body, knowing that this person was shameless, so he didn't take his words seriously: "So who made you such a great writer."

"Well, let me think about it." Qiao Wei didn't whet his appetite either. "He should have been a high school student at that time."

"Your classmate?"

"I was out of college by then."

Luo Wangshu paused, and suddenly two words popped into his mind, "Old cows eat tender grass", "A pear tree crushes crabapples", but he didn't have the guts to say it.

Qiao Wei glanced at him and deepened his smile: "Your expression tells me that you have something to tell me."

"No." Luo Wangshu immediately vetoed it. "Absolutely not, you go on."

Qiao Wei walked beside him, and cast his gaze on the road ahead: "He likes to help the hand-drawn novels on the Internet to design characters."

"So that person is the artist who drew the characters for you?" Luo Wangshu asked him.

Qiao Wei nodded, and before he had time to elaborate, Luo Wangshu continued: "The other party not only helped you draw the character design and make the cover, but also chased your novel to the end, pointing out the unreasonable parts in the text, and constantly encouraging you ,Support you."

In the end, the lonely man meets the widow, the dry wood meets the fire, the love affair begins, and the love is uncontrollable.

perfect!

Luo Wangshu directly imagined an emotional drama.

Qiao Wei looked sideways and raised his eyebrows: "You seem to be very experienced."

"Where is it?" Luo Wangshu suddenly came back to his senses. "I also like to help others draw characters. Sometimes the author, Calvin, will help where he can."

Qiao Wei was not surprised by Luo Wangshu's words, he turned his head and said, "There is no dry wood or fire."

The corners of Luo Wangshu's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously turned his face to the floor, not letting himself reveal the slightest bit of inner activity.

"When the novel was about to end, he faced the college entrance examination and banned the Internet." Qiao Wei said softly in his usual calm tone. "I started serializing new novels in the magazine later, and switched to a work account, so the connection was cut off."

It turned out to be a tragedy.

Luo Wangshu couldn't help showing a regretful expression: "Then you didn't think about looking for her in the future?"

"Why should I take the initiative to find him?" Qiao Wei's face remained unchanged.

Luo Wangshu was taken aback: "Don't you like other girls?"

Hearing this sentence, Qiao Wei suddenly aimed at his forehead and raised his hand in a daze: "Stop reading those messy romance novels, it will affect your IQ."

Although Qiao Wei's force was very light and she didn't feel any pain at all, Luo Wangshu instinctively reached out to touch his forehead.

"I don't like to take the initiative to contact others." Qiao Wei looked at him with a smile.

Luo Wang said comfortably that he could see it, maybe this person's bad habit of never submitting manuscripts on his own initiative was also derived from this habit.

Qiao Wei stared at him for a while, then looked away, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became serious: "However, if he takes the initiative to contact me first... then I will not be polite."

These words came to his ears slowly, Luo Wangshu was a little startled.He turned his head to look at Qiao Wei, and found that the other person's face was unpredictable, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth also had some meaning.

Sensing Luo Wangshu's gaze, Qiao Wei looked at him again and smiled softly.

Their eyes met, and Luo Wangshu could see the confidence in Qiao Wei's eyes.

It wasn't until the two of them reached the downstairs of Luo Wangshu's house that Qiao Wei stopped.

"Which floor do you live on?" Luo Wangshu was about to say goodbye to the other party, when Qiao Wei looked up at the high-end apartment in front of him and asked suddenly.

"...The third floor, what's wrong?"

"The one on the left?" Qiao Wei took his hand out of his pocket and pointed.

Luo Wangshu nodded.

"Okay, now I know your address." Qiao Wei looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth.

Luo Wangshu's right eyelid twitched vigorously: "What do you want?"

"If you push the manuscript too hard, I'll run over and poison you?" His tone didn't mean to be joking at all.

Luo Wangshu chuckled: "Dream!"

As he said that, he turned around and walked over, quickly entered the password of the unit building, and before going in, he turned his head and glared at Qiao Wei, and directly closed the door.

Qiao Wei stood where he was, looking at the face that was gradually blocked by the door, the smile on his lips became more and more ambiguous.