Tomb Raiders OL

I don't have anyone I like right now.

Zhang Qiling didn't know whether he should be happy when he heard this sentence. In fact, he understood in his heart that Wu Xie and the guy whose ID was Jie Yuhua yesterday were at best close friends. After all, Wu Xie's attitude towards him was very ordinary and nothing special It's suspicious, but Kejie Yuhua is obviously very protective of the calf, which he has seen in the world earlier as Zhang Kun.

He didn't know much about Xie Yuhua's true identity. It was the first time he had heard of the introduction of the iren list, but he was quite clear about Xie Yuhua's role in the game.The reputation of Xie Yuhua is mixed. After all, the players of Renminbi are very mocking. Many players regard this as a gimmick of the other party, thinking that Xie Yuhua is actually a soft bag with no ability, purely made by money. Heads up, but the inside of the big trade unions are all eyeing this person, soft bag?Don't be kidding, that's a player who plays the game like a toy. He's ruthless enough to be a philistine. It's worth laughing if he doesn't get targeted.

Therefore, if Xie Yuhua protects Wu Xie, it is not a bad thing, but he will actually be provoked by the other party at that time. At this point, he still copied the weapon, as if he was making a statement to the other party with such a move.

Wu Xie, I will protect you.

This sentence jumped out of Zhang Qiling's mind, and he was stunned for a moment, why did he act like the natal family who met Wu Xie? !

He was a little speechless to himself, looked down at the beer can in his hand, and took another sip uncomfortably.

Wu Xie nibbled on the edge of the wine jar, and looked up at him with some anxiety, seeing that he had nothing to say, her heart beat again.

what happened?Lao Tzu's statement is so dull without a single thought?

At this time, don't be so cherishing words like gold, is it possible that if I add another sentence, in fact, I have a good impression of you, he will also say the word lightly with a paralyzed face, oh.

Anticipating this, Wu Xie said that he was quite, quite hit.

He drank the mulled wine sip by sip, and when Zhang Qiling realized that the other party had already taken away more than half of the wine jars piled up next to him, he was still beating him a few times in a bewilderment on the other side of the hot pot that was emitting light mist. A hiccup.

"Wu Xie." Zhang Qiling called out, glanced at the several empty wine cans placed on his side from the corner of the eye, and there were not too many of them. Could it be that the other party's alcohol capacity is actually very poor. Great should.

In fact, Wu Xie's drinking capacity is really not very good, but he is very good at measuring. When he is in contact with clients outside, he will control the number of drinks he can bear. Besides, at that time, chatting was the main thing, and drinking was supplemented. Even if he had drunk a little too much, he could still stand out in the chat, but it was different just now, it was equivalent to bottle after bottle of wine, so it didn't take much, and it made him a little tipsy.

"Wu Xie." Zhang Qiling shouted again, stood up and took away the wine jar from the opponent's hand.

Wu Xie didn't stop his actions, but just stared straight at the wine bottle, and moved his head in a daze. Seeing that the wine bottle was put aside by Zhang Qiling, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party again, as if He was confirming something, but then he reached out and grabbed it back in his hand.

"..."

It's kind of cute, Zhang Qiling realized inexplicably.

After all, he would not continue to dissuade the other party, so he had to sit down. Fortunately, although Wu Xie was a little confused and his behavior looked rather cute, but he was still not to the point of getting drunk, and he would still eat some snacks obediently. So Zhang Qiling followed him.

He is now in a much better mood than before, thinking that tomorrow's work will definitely not cause Wu Xie any more trouble, so he subconsciously didn't drink too much, which is cheaper for Wu Xie, but Wu Xie wanted to The purpose of making the other party let go of their defenses so that they can pour out their thoughts turned out to be him slumped on the table with blurred eyes.

"I'm going to sleep here tonight!" He declared rather than asking.

Zhang Qiling didn't intend to let the other party drink like this and have to run home, so he nodded as he should.

Seeing the other party's consent, Wu Xie stood up and tidied up the dishes, muttering, "I have to tidy up."

However, he accidentally lost his grip on the dishes and nearly fell to the ground. Wu Xie frowned as if he was unwilling to do it again. Zhang Qiling grabbed his wrist when he was about to do it again. The other party said, "I'll do it."

"Oh." Wu Xie didn't refuse, and obediently walked away from the dining table and stood aside, but didn't move around, just froze in place like a pillar, as if he planned to follow Zhang Qiling's move to clean up the dishes, but it didn't take long He narrowed his eyes slightly, his head was already shaking left and right like a pendulum just standing there, as if he was about to fall asleep like this.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiling had no choice but to put the things in the kitchen and tidy up, first dragging Wu Xie into the bedroom.

His bedroom was just like the living room—empty, with a bed, a simple wardrobe, and a table. It was very simple, without any decoration, and the ceiling and walls were pale.Wu Xie staggered and followed behind him, seeing this new environment, he regained some energy. He looked at Zhang Qiling and was about to say something, but found that the other party was looking straight ahead and frowning slightly. Wu Xie followed along. When he looked away, he saw a rather familiar book on his desk.

"Ah." Wu Xie was surprised, and then he didn't know if it was because of the strength of wine, he went to the table boldly, picked up the book and asked, "You read this too?"

Zhang Qiling seemed to hesitate for a while, then nodded.

Wu Xie sat down on the bed with the book in his hand, muttered and flipped through it casually, and soon showed the inside page to the other party as if he had found something, pointing to a certain line inside and said, "The typos here haven't been corrected, I especially regret."

"..."

"I told the editor many times, but she forgot to change it again when I brushed it again."

Wu Xie was still filled with righteous indignation as he spoke. What he was holding in his hand was the first book in the Sekine Travel Notes series, and it was also the book he was most satisfied with. Because he liked and valued it so much, he thought over and over again the words and sentences in it. Hundreds of times, so he was especially harsh on this small mistake.

But the fact that he blurted out so casually did not surprise Zhang Qiling too much. The other party just stood not far away and stared at him with those calm eyes. After a while of silence, he asked: "Why don't you continue writing..."

Wu Xie's hand paused, his face was a little strange, but he smiled again, "If you don't like writing, don't write."

"...I don't like it." Zhang Qiling repeated the sentence in a low voice, as if he was digesting the result, but obviously he was not satisfied with the conclusion, and he said, "Your book has influenced many people."

"Well, I know." Wu Xie didn't refute, nor was he humbled. He hung his head and touched the cover of the book. The smooth touch, his pen name embossed in bronzing, and the clean and translucent sulfuric acid paper, were so beautiful. The book is so well preserved, even the girdle is kept, and the inside pages seem to have never been read. It can be seen how carefully it is cared for, and it seems that it can still smell the fragrance of the wet printing ink for a while —This last, of course, can only be his fantasy.

Wu Xiewu smiled to himself, and there was some sadness in the smile that Zhang Qiling couldn't understand, "After all, its influence on me is immeasurable, let alone others."

"..."

Wu Xie closed the book, put it beside the bed, and said to Zhang Qiling, "Talk about me, let's talk about yours."

"..."

"Are you Zhang Kun?" Wu Xie asked.

Zhang Qiling stared at him, the other's eyes seemed to be very clear at this moment.He knew that he would not deal too much with this issue after all. This was the case from the beginning. He might deliberately guide him, and he would give wrong responses when others asked, but as long as Wu Xie was so calm and direct Ask him, then his answer is only one, "I am."

Wu Xie blinked, then said with a bright smile, "I knew you were, little brother."

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Sure enough, I still don't stick to the truth.