Sir, your vest is off!

Song Lan unconsciously gnawed on her thumbnail, frowned tightly, and stared at the reader's message board on the computer screen.

——"Floor 1: Damn, is this author Shanpao? Can this be written?"

——"2F: Hahahaha but don't you think it's funny?"

——"3rd Floor: It's funny, add a hahahahahaha, the hero's name is Tianba, and the heroine woke up and supported the man's 42-pack abs and said affectionately: Ba."

——"Fourth Floor: Hahahaha I finally know why this author is not popular hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

——"Floor 5: The plot is as bloody as ever, making people speechless. The top spot in the bad article list in the bloody section is well-deserved. I ask this author to have some fun."

——"6th Floor: Do you think... this author should never have been in a relationship? The whole thing is a cannon fodder like Bloody Mary, not Su Wen!"

Seeing Song Lan on the sixth floor: "..."

Song Lan was so depressed that it was fine to say that his writing was bad, but how could he say that he had never been in a relationship? ? ?

He's all married!Are you married?His man is 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs. He looks good and has money!He man doesn't know how big a piece of meat and potatoes is?Is he proud?

But... it seems that she has never been in love.

That cannon fodder Li Du doesn't count, Song Lan doesn't even remember what he talked with that person.

Aside from Li Du, apart from being married, Song Lan has never been in a relationship, and she has been solo for 25 years.

Netizens are right.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

"Could it be my fault?" Song Lan slumped, leaning her head against the edge of the desk and sighing helplessly.

"What's your fault?"

Song Lan immediately straightened up and saw Zhou Wenqing who came back at some time and was unbuttoning his cuffs.

The golden sunlight shining through the window shone on Zhou Wenqing, and Zhou Wenqing exuded a lazy and quiet temperament all over his body.

Wow……

Song Lan secretly thought, Zhou Wenqing should go to the entertainment circle, he must be very popular.

"you're back."

Zhou Wenqing paused, "Well, there is a social event tonight, do you still remember what I told you in the morning?"

Song Lan nodded, of course he remembered.

"You come with me tonight."

"Ah?" Song Lan asked in surprise, "Are you in such a hurry?"

Zhou Wenqing's eyes were deep, "Afraid?"

Song Lan shook her head, "That's not the case, it's just that I'm a little nervous because I haven't seen the world, and I don't know what to do."

Song Lan is a small citizen, an ordinary codewriter, and his daily life is also very simple, coding, eating, sleeping, and occasionally going out to work part-time to earn some extra money, barely able to pay the rent, and survive in this city .

I can't even find a friend to talk to.

The novel I wrote was also a mess, thank God it didn't take off the shelves.

Zhou Wenqing stared fixedly at Song Lan, the little idiot didn't know what he was thinking, and looked out the window without moving.

Song Lan felt that someone was touching his head, and only heard Zhou Wenqing say: "Just follow me, you are my husband, no one can do anything to you except me."

Zhou Wenqing's tone was firm, and his words were so domineering, but there was an obvious sense of protection in his words.

Song Lan immediately narrowed her eyes and laughed, half-jokingly said: "Then I'll hold on to my husband's thigh tightly, sir, do you want to take me to pretend to be B and fly me?"

Zhou Wenqing's Adam's apple moved slightly, then he smiled, "What's wrong?"

"But what you just said is your fault, what exactly is your fault?" Zhou Wenqing still wanted to know.

Song Lan was at a loss for words: "Ah, this, this, it's nothing, nothing."

Does this let you know?

In the evening, Song Lan was wearing a white suit, Zhou Wenqing was wearing a black suit of the same style, and they walked into the magnificent banquet hall of the hotel arm in arm. The concierge lady was wearing a pink cheongsam, with exquisite makeup, and bowed with a smile, "The two distinguished guests please."

Song Lan was a little embarrassed, subconsciously bowed to the concierge lady, but immediately bounced back, turning into a restrained nod and smile.

Well, there is style!

Zhou Wenqing looked at Song Lan with a smile in his eyes, "Didn't you say you were not nervous just now?"

Song Lan could hear the joke in Zhou Wenqing's words, "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

"Follow me closely at night and don't run around, do you understand?" Zhou Wenqing scratched the tip of Song Lan's nose, and the intimate gesture fell into the eyes of the person who was watching secretly, tsk tsk tsk, that's called blind eyes.

Song Lan didn't expect Zhou Wenqing to act so intimately in public, and her face turned red.

Zhou Wenqing thought Song Lan was being shy, so she smiled and led her to continue walking.

However, Song Lan himself...

From the imagination of the author of Dog Blood Mary Su Wang, maybe a boss like Zhou Wenqing likes to set up such a harmonious family and harmony?

They weren't together because they liked each other anyway.

Song Lan shook off those messy thoughts, and held Zhou Wenqing even tighter, wishing she could cling to Zhou Wenqing's body, and sweetly yelled, "Husband, walk slowly."

Zhou Wenqing's footsteps were chaotic, and he stumbled lightly. He barely stabilized his figure and looked at the innocent Song Lan.

Song Lan's deer-like eyes were full of water, "Husband, why don't you leave?"

Zhou Wenqing: "..."

Terrible!

[The author has something to say: Boss Zhou: My husband, my wife is talking about my husband, he is so sweet!

Lan Lan: Crazy!

Brother Zhou: He called me husband!He called me husband!

Lan Lan: The madness is gone. 】