Sir, your vest is off!

The two returned home disheartened, Zhou Wenqing didn't let Song Lan do any more work, and spoiled Song Lan so much, she went to pack her luggage and cook, and let Song Lan rest on her own.

Song Lan just got out of the door by Zhou Wenqing, and wanted to struggle to help Zhou Wenqing, but Zhou Wenqing closed the door.

Zhou Wenqing opened the suitcase, and the black extra-large non-woven bag was tied tightly. Zhou Wenqing took a little effort to tear it open, and the contents inside scattered all over the floor.

Calm and self-possessed, Taishan collapsed in front of his eyes, as calm as Zhou Wenqing. Seeing these "colorful", "weird shapes", and "different textures"...tools?

In short, it was dumbfounded.

Luckily Song Lan wasn't there, so Zhou Wenqing let out a "huh" and picked up a "small rag" sewn with black lace. There was actually a hole in the middle, which was quite convenient and humane.

Zhou Wenqing thought to himself: That's it for tonight!What should I choose?Hmm~ Lan Lan should be very cute wearing this kind of fluffy cat ears. There is also a small golden bell on each ear with a red string.

Zhou Wenqing just imagined that scene for a while, and felt his blood boil.

Hand turned over, thread?Smaller?Peppermint?

Tsk!Zhou Wenqing felt that Ms. Xu Yun really knew herself very well, what he didn't expect, his mother had prepared all the work for him :)

Just great!

Song Lan definitely couldn't sit still. The first thing he did when he got home was to play with his flowers on the balcony. Before he left, he poured a lot of water into each pot of flowers. They weren't here for a week. The flowers They are just a little wilted, and they can be revived after continuing to water.

What makes Song Lan nervous? It's only the small rose that just sprouted in the pot. One week is enough for it to grow fresh and green buds!

The little rose grew new buds, and Song Lan was delighted. She picked it up and looked back and forth for a long time before putting down the flower pot and poking the little buds.

I don't know when it will grow taller and bloom beautiful flowers.

The Rose Ji on the dining table has already passed its flowering period, but the branches and leaves are still dense. Song Lan used scissors to trim off the branches and leaves that would easily block the sun, and poured a small glass of water. Furry touch.

"Lan Lan, let's eat soon." Zhou Wenqing heated up the food, and it was all cooked by Zhou Yi for Song Lan. Good guy, he brought eight dishes, almost all of which were home-cooked dishes that Song Lan liked.

Song Lan smelled the aroma of the meal and ran over, her eyes lit up, "Dinner is ready!"

Zhou Wenqing poured Song Lan a glass of Coke, "Hurry up, go wash up early after eating, it's not too late to do anything tomorrow."?

Song Lan nodded, "I understand, I'm still making a plan now, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and I want to hit Zhouquan one by one, but I can't be in a hurry."

"What's Lan Lan thinking?" Zhou Wenqing wasn't curious, but just wanted to give Song Lan some advice where he had neglected it.

Song Lan held the chopsticks and thought for a while, "The main reason they attacked me was to spread rumors that I plagiarized. On the way back, I looked at the palette, the book "My Dear Domineering President" and my novel, It’s just that some of the views are the same, but my rhetorical technique is parallelism, and her rhetorical technique is metaphor. Except for the meaning of the core content, it can be said to be irrelevant, and this is just a point of view, so many authors will use it. Before I have also searched for many articles of the same type that have been popular, and I have copied them and listed them in the memo. So far, I have searched for more than a hundred articles. I think there are enough rumormongers to make trouble out of nothing of."

Zhou Wenqing nodded, "What's more, this can only be said to be a piece of evidence, not convincing enough."

Song Lan naturally knew, "The other thing is the subject matter, marriage first, love later, domineering president falling in love with me, Bai Yueguang's stand-in, these are very popular themes, if you want to write well and brilliantly in this, I have to find another way to become a little bit of green among the thousands of flowers, I know my writing skills are still good, I think I will definitely not reach that level, so I am more conservative."

Zhou Wenqing remained silent and motioned for Song Lan to continue.

"The subject matter is too similar, and the repetition of content and viewpoints tends to be too high, which lies in the way of personal expression, that is to say, the author 'eats in', 'digests', and 'spits out' before writing. How much'. What's more, there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people. Everyone has an opinion, but if you insist on saying it is plagiarism, although it is difficult to refute and it is not easy to get rid of it, but I did not plagiarize in the first place, and I am not panic !"

Zhou Wenqing couldn't help but laugh when Song Lan straightened his back, "Lan Lan is quite confident."

Song Lan nodded his head twice, "You must have self-confidence! Writing is divided into several important components, one is based on real facts, one is fantasy that is divorced from reality, and the other is ideals that are higher than reality. What I wrote Things must not be fabricated out of imagination, but they don’t necessarily have to be overly fantasized, ideal things that are too full, this is what I just said to be 'eat in', it is called reality!"

Zhou Wenqing summed up Song Lan's words, "Lan Lan wants to start with the idea and source of inspiration of the article, and speak with facts?"

Song Lan's two rows of white teeth shone with a "powerful" light, "That's right!"

Zhou Wenqing took a spoonful of Kung Pao chicken and put it into Song Lan's bowl in a leisurely manner, "Then I really want to know what is the reality of Lan Lan's 'eating'."

Song Lan got goose bumps all over her body, "You, you still ask me after you know."

Zhou Wenqing pretended to be confused, "Lanlan never told me, how would I know?"

Song Lan pouted, "Stop coming!"

Every time it is this kind of tea-in-the-tea operation!

"Okay, don't bother you, what else?"

Song Lan turned on her phone to Zhou Wenqing, "When I woke up in the morning, I bought a hot search on Weibo, the title was plagiarism of "My Mr.'s White Moonlight". There are 1.3 million views, and 230.6 million discussions! When I came back at night, I bought another trending article, the title "My husband's white moonlight" plagiarized and refuted rumors, and now I want to use the public platform to fight back!"

Song Lan smiled cunningly, he dared to blackmail himself, and also dared to clean himself up!

Zhou Wenqing didn't expect Song Lan to be so bold, "Aren't your private messages on Weibo going to explode?"

Zhou Wenqing was worried that those radical remarks would hurt Song Lan.

"I've turned it off a long time ago! But before the comment section, I said a rumor that will eventually prove self-defeating. I didn't expect to confirm that sentence, and it was called: Someone fired a shot into the air, and someone shot himself Hit the flying bullets." Song Lan turned off the phone, he didn't want to look at those things, he didn't want to see them, and as for what they said, it was just the foul language, he could guess it.

But he doesn't care about all of this.

"Lan Lan thinks clearly, but Lan Lan is more daring than I imagined!"

Song Lan said with a smile: "This is just the beginning, I'm starting to contact the original author of "My Dear Domineering President", since some people say that he is the sufferer, we must always find the sufferer to speak out, no matter what It doesn't matter whether she wants to be a white lotus flower to catch the heat, or say it in a fair and honest way, I'm ready for it."

"What if the original author wants to step on you at that time?" Zhou Wenqing asked.

"Then she has to be prepared, there are so many authors of the same type and so many authors with the same views, unless she wants to offend all of them!"

Song Lan was right.

Zhou Wenqing nodded affirmatively, "It's better for Lan Lan to be more thoughtful."

It doesn't matter if you don't think thoroughly, Song Lan really has no way to solve the problem, he definitely won't sit idly by.

"Okay, okay, the food is getting cold, eat quickly." Song Lan urged.

"Ah."

After eating, Song Lan touched her belly, feeling like she had gained weight after the new year. Zhou Yi's food was so fragrant and delicious, and with Xu Yun's "pampering", it was hard for him not to gain weight!

It's time to take control!Song Lan thought.

But this thought dissipated together with the bath bar in the bathtub the moment Song Lan soaked in the bathtub!

It's so comfortable, I don't want to move because of the comfort, such a life like a "salted fish" is the life that a code writer like him who stays at home should have!

The exhaustion of traveling and traveling and the annoyance of being attacked by rumors also followed the water into the sewer.

After soaking until the water cooled down, Song Lan slowly propped up the edge of the bathtub and got up, stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and took pictures from left to right. He was a little fat. He didn't have a few abdominal muscles on his stomach. All of a sudden, the lines are not obvious anymore!

Song Lan was so depressed, why couldn't he control his mouth!

"Hey!" Song Lan opened the bathroom door and reached for the bathrobe on the stool by the door. It didn't feel right to the touch. Song Lan didn't think much about it, thinking that Zhou Wenqing bought a new bathrobe and put it on. There, just took it in.

……

"..."

The air was silent for 2 minutes, Song Lan and that "little rag" stared wide-eyed, and then burst into a broken cry!

"Zhou Wenqing!!!"

Zhou Wenqing sat beside the bed, wrapped in a bath towel, Song Lan threw the "little rag" on him angrily, and was so angry that he couldn't speak, "You! You, you, you! You stinking Shameless! When did you secretly buy these things behind my back! You bastard!"

Zhou Wenqing spread her hands, "Isn't it good-looking? Lan Lan has fair skin and a small frame. It should look good in this dress, so I bought it! Oh, by the way, if Lan Lan doesn't like it, we actually have other styles. , Lan Lan can choose one she likes."

Song Lan's anger was overwhelming and her breathing was unsteady. She pointed at Zhou Wenqing for a long time and you couldn't figure out why.

Zhou Wenqing stretched out his hand and pulled Song Lan into his arms, "Okay, let's stop making trouble, since I bought it, why don't Lan Lan try it?"

Song Lan gritted her back molars: "Don't even think about it!"

Zhou Wenqing leaned into Song Lan's ear and said, "But Lan Lan probably doesn't want me to come by myself, right? If it's a bargain, I want to ask for interest, baby..."

Zhou Wenqing's hands fumbled all over the place. If someone else was lighting a fire, Zhou Wenqing would be lighting a firecracker!

Song Lan wanted to cry, but his bath towel had been loosened by Zhou Wenqing's tugging, and now it was hanging loosely on his body. Zhou Wenqing held him down and put the "little rag" on him body!

"That's right, it's as good-looking as I thought." Zhou Wenqing's eyes were deep, "Lanlan, do you remember what I said last night? Now that I'm home, I won't hold back!"

When Zhou Wenqing was about to kiss Fangze, Song Lan's cell phone rang, and Zhou Wenqing was about to hang up in agitation, but Song Lan crawled over and grabbed the phone as if at a straw, "It's mom's phone, hello mom!"

Zhou Wenqing's face turned black.

Song Lan was still staring at Zhou Wenqing calling Xu Yun tremblingly, while responding to Xu Yun.

Who would have thought that this posture was even more obsessive in Zhou Wenqing's eyes!

"!!!" Song Lan's eyes widened.

Zhou Wenqing! ! !old bastard! ! !

[The author has something to say: Ah!I'm in a bad mood!People who are thought to have a good relationship don't even know they are stabbed in the back!Vomited! 】