Sir, your vest is off!

Zhou Wenqing's face pulled down with a "shua" visible to the naked eye.

"Lanlan, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

Zhou Wenqing slammed the cup down on the table, and with a "click", it hit Song Lan's heart heavily.

Song Lan swallowed. Naturally, he couldn't tell the real reason, not to mention that he had to sleep in a separate room, and he was quick to talk for a while. In the current situation, he should think carefully about how to round up the words.

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Lan seemed to make up her mind. She bit the bullet and looked at Zhou Wenqing's displeased eyes. Work is so tiring, right? Don’t I understand that it’s not easy for you to support your family? So I’m not afraid of disturbing you, right, hehehe..."

Serious nonsense.

Zhou Wenqing looked directly at Song Lan's guilty conscience, "Lan Lan."

Song Lan poked his neck, "Hold up, hold up."

Zhou Wenqing sighed, her tone was quite hurt, she didn't deliberately lower her figure, but just rightly poked into Song Lan's heart, "Lan Lan, do you think I'm in the mood of ignoring my other half just because of myself?" Will you be angry with you because your irritability affects me?"

"Of course not!" Song Lan immediately retorted, "Of course you're not that kind of person, why would you think so? I really just haven't been able to write satisfactory works recently, so I'm a little annoyed, alas, that's... ..."

Zhou Wenqing smiled and said, "Lanlan, I understand what you mean. You don't need to explain. I just think that my husband may not trust me, so he doesn't want to talk to me, and he doesn't want to rely on me. It doesn't matter. If you want to separate, I can fulfill you too."

After speaking, Zhou Wenqing got up and walked upstairs slowly, looking very lonely from the back.

Song Lan was stunned. How could she be so well-behaved? She just slept in a separate room for a few days. How did "trust" and "dependence" get involved?How did it become "to separate"? ? ?

What is perfect and not perfect, what nonsense is Zhou Wenqing talking about?Why is there still tea in the tea?

Song Lan quickly caught up and grabbed Zhou Wenqing's arm, "Wait a minute!"

Zhou Wenqing didn't look back, Song Lan hurriedly said: "Isn't it okay to sleep in different beds? I just said that, what are you doing? I didn't say we want to separate, so why is it going to be done?"

"Why are you doing this? You're really cunning." Song Lan pursed her lips. As for where she was cunning, Song Lan couldn't tell clearly, but she just felt that Zhou Wenqing was cunning.

"Do you really sleep in different rooms?" Zhou Wenqing asked.

Song Lan lowered her head and looked at the steps, her hands were still tightly grasping Zhou Wenqing's arm, "It doesn't matter."

Song Lan felt that Zhou Wenqing seemed to be smiling, and even his arms trembled a little. As expected, when Zhou Wenqing turned around, there was a satisfied smile on his face.

"You're really..." Song Lan didn't know what to say anymore. Facing Zhou Wenqing's unbelievably good-looking face and smiling, Song Lan lost her temper.

ah!Beauty mistake!

Zhou Wenqing leaned over slightly, putting his arms around Song Lan's shoulders.

Zhou Wenqing was already tall, and stood two more steps than Song Lan. The invisible sense of oppression made Song Lan forget to move.

Song Lan was so dazed by Zhou Wenqing's kiss, she didn't forget to think wildly, she was 1.8 meters tall anyway, why did she come to Zhou Wenqing's place, from time to time, she felt like she was very cuddly?

After washing in the evening, Zhou Wenqing had no business to deal with, so he held a business magazine that Song Lan couldn't understand and read it slowly. After Song Lan finished taking a bath, he immediately threw the magazine aside, patted the quilt, and signaled to Song Lan Rand sat down beside him.

Song Lan slowly lifted the corner of the quilt and got in, and was hooked into Zhou Wenqing's arms. The fragrance of Yulong tea on Zhou Wenqing's body, at this moment, looked like the most irresistible wood scorpion, and Song Lan was a cat.

"Lan Lan, how about your writing?" Zhou Wenqing touched Song Lan's earlobe affectionately with the tip of his nose, causing Song Lan to tremble and run away.

But Song Lan still obediently said to Zhou Wenqing, "Well, I don't know what to write, the plot is always a mess, the writing is also bad, there is no logic and emotion, and there is no popularity at all. Every day, readers leave messages and laugh at me..."

The more Song Lan thought about it, the more frustrated he became, his head drooped limply, "I'm so useless."

Zhou Wenqing separated slightly from Song Lan when he heard the words, and pulled Song Lan's shoulders like her, forced Song Lan to raise her head, and the two sat face to face, "I remember that Lan Lan graduated from the Chinese Department of B University with a major in literary works appreciation. , This shows that you have sufficient foundation and literary level, how can you say that about yourself?"

Song Lan was still sad, and said honestly, "I don't know either."

Zhou Wenqing couldn't see Song Lan's lifeless look, and suddenly his heart throbbed.

Song Lan was embraced by a warm embrace, like a solid barrier, trying to keep those trivial and sharp swords out.

"Lanlan is great. Don't doubt yourself. If you can't write what you want now, don't start writing. Do something you like and want to do, and then write when you are inspired."

Song Lan's back was gently stroked by Zhou Wenqing, and his eyes were hot for a while, just like when he was bullied in the orphanage when he was a child, the director's grandmother gently patted his back to coax him.

Song Lan looked up, and watched for a long time before restraining the urge to cry. Then, he saw the bouquet of flowers he had placed on the balcony. The sunflowers without the sun didn't look so bright at the moment, but as long as At the moment of sunrise, the sunflower will regain its vitality and bloom brilliantly.

"I thought you would say, it doesn't matter if you can't write, I will support you." Song Lan said a little funny.

Zhou Wenqing pursed her lips and smiled when she heard the words, "Lanlan won't want me to raise her."

Song Lan left Zhou Wenqing's embrace, raised her eyebrows and looked at the smiling Zhou Wenqing, "How do you know that I don't want to be a salty fish without ambition?"

Zhou Wenqing is extremely confident, "Because I know that Lan Lan is a person who likes to rely on her own efforts to achieve the results she wants. Lan Lan is a man and doesn't need anyone to be his permanent safe haven. So I am naturally sure, very sure."

Song Lan blushed under Zhou Wenqing's straight gaze, and lay down on the soft blanket with an "ahhh~" face away, "It's boring, boring, Mr. Zhou can't even talk about love. But you're right I don't need you to support me, I own a winery now."

Although it is also in the light of Zhou Wenqing.

"What love words does Lan Lan want me to say?" Zhou Wenqing also lay down, looking at Song Lan for a moment.

Song Lan shook his head, "Let's not talk about it." He will be the one who can't stand it.

"But Mr. Zhou, I think you're a bit strange." Song Lan turned around and lay facing Zhou Wenqing.

Zhou Wenqing supported his head, "Huh?"

"Before we got married, you were obviously such a domineering president, with a stern face that you couldn't refuse. Why did you seem to be a different person after you got married? It feels like you have smiled more and become gentler."

This is really a concern. Song Lan suspects that Zhou Wenqing has been replaced by someone. The evil, charming and wild aura of kicking the cannon fodder Li Du seems to have never existed before. Being kind to him is a bit irritating... Strange heart.

Zhou Wenqing smiled and did not answer, "Does Lanlan have nothing to do tomorrow?"

"Yes." The novel is over, and there is no article to start writing right away, let alone a part-time job.

"Why don't you go to the company with me tomorrow."

"Huh?" Song Lan was dumbfounded, "Go, go to the company?"

"It's better than being bored at home by yourself, isn't it?"

Song Lan wanted to say that she would not feel bored.

"Just take it as a walk around and accumulate what you see, maybe it will be helpful for the next writing?"

Zhou Wenqing's tone was serious, Song Lan thought about it for a while, and wanted to struggle again, "What if it disturbs your work?"

Zhou Wenqing was still so confident, "Not at all, don't worry."

Ah... it seems that there is no way to refuse, "Then go and have a look."

Seeing how the domineering president works with his own eyes seems to be very, very good.

"But Lanlan."

"what happened?"

Zhou Wenqing's eyes were bright: "You forgot one thing last night."

Song Lan blinked, "Is there?"

"You promised me that you will call me Mr. outside, when we are two, you will call me Wenqing, and when we are in bed, you will call me husband."

Song Lan turned pale with shock, "What, when did you say that?"

"You said it yourself when you were drunk last night."

"How can you take it seriously when you're drunk!"

Zhou Wenqing was extremely persistent: "Be serious."

Song Lan was tortured by Zhou Wenqing for a long time, and she realized one thing very clearly: in some respects, Zhou Wenqing is as domineering as before she got married.

In the middle of the night, when she was falling asleep, Song Lan always felt that she had overlooked something.

is a very important thing.

Why is the novel written in the "world in the book" exactly the same as the novel written in the "real world"?

Song Lan woke up from a dream, covered in cold sweat, and something pressed against his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Zhou Wenqing was awakened by Song Lan, turned on the night light and sat up, and asked softly, "What's the matter, Lan Lan? Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Lan shook her head slightly, "No, no."

The two lay down again, Zhou Wenqing hugged Song Lan irresistibly, and gently patted Song Lan's back with his palm. Song Lan smelled the tranquil fragrance of Zhou Wenqing's body, and a sense of peace of mind welled up in her heart. She closed her eyes and sank after a while. fell asleep.

Zhou Wenqing didn't fall asleep, his little idiot had something on his mind, but the little idiot didn't want to talk about it, so he couldn't ask more.

Zhou Wenqing sighed inaudibly, looking at Song Lan's cute sleeping face, his heart was really soft.

Sure enough, after a while, Song Lan used both hands and feet to hug him like a koala, sleeping very contentedly.

Zhou Wenqing lightly pecked between Song Lan's eyebrows, closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

Early the next morning, the heat was still familiar.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Song Lan had gotten used to it. Although it was still very embarrassing, as long as he didn't say anything, it wasn't him who was embarrassed.

It's just that Song Lan also felt sorry for Zhou Wenqing, taking cold water every morning...

Song Lan couldn't help shivering a bit, the weather is getting colder, it should be quite cold, right?

But if you really want to talk and do it, they are already married, which is also a normal thing.

Song Lan has a thin skin, and she would never say to Zhou Wenqing, "Come on baby, I've cleaned it up!"

So Zhou Wenqing didn't think about it, Song Lan just pretended that Zhou Wenqing could hold back.

Um!He still pretends not to know.

[The author has something to say: Lan Lan's heart rate is 60.00%]