Living in different beds

Getting angry early in the morning, Zhang Bai felt a little wronged, he knew he had a bad temper, but...Wu Di's matter must have gone too far.

But for the sake of him being so drunk that he doesn't know anything, alas, forget it.

After returning home in the evening, Wu Di, as always, picked out the right time to bring out the supper. As the weather turned cooler, the types of his supper also developed in the direction of nourishing the body and warding off the cold.

Leaning against the door frame, Zhang Bai was drooling while looking at the hot stewed delicacies, and suddenly thought, "Sidi, I heard that you are doing some kind of Golden Finger Award on your website?"

"Well, are you interested?" Wu Di grabbed a handful of coriander, "Do you want to eat this?"

"Don't eat, put more vinegar on me," Zhang Bai looked at him, "Well, I also heard that you didn't publish a canvassing manifesto? What do you mean? Not participating in the awards?"

"Oh, it's not interesting," Wu Di seasoned the stewed delicacies, and quickly brought the bowls to the dining table, pinching the earlobe with his fingers and jumping, screaming in his mouth that he was scalded to death.

The two sat at the dining table facing each other, Zhang Bai stirred the hot soup with a small spoon, curled his lips, "How can it be boring? Your book fans are leaving you recommendation tickets."

Wu Di suddenly stopped talking, and looked at him with a smile, "Bai, are you caring about me?"

Zhang Bai choked, lowered his head to drink the soup, and said vaguely, "Stop being sentimental."

Wu Di didn't care, and rubbed his hair, "What are you afraid of, just admit it, it's not shameful to care about me, my book fans are all concerned about me, oh, yes, they not only care about me, I still care about you."

Zhang Bai asked stupidly, "Do you care about me?"

"I'm concerned about when you will become my wife," Wu Di said with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Bai's face darkened, and he suddenly became furious, "Dream you!"

"You're so angry, come here, eat more, to reduce the fire and moisturize your dryness," Wu Di scooped a few pigeon eggs from his own bowl for him, and said softly, "Actually, I want to talk about the Golden Finger Award, alas, It comes out like that every year, stirring up a lot of blood on the whole website."

"That's why you didn't participate?" Zhang Bai held a black-bone chicken leg in his mouth, with an incredulous expression on his face, and said inarticulately, "It's like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon."

His two eyes are a little far apart, and he looked a little dazed, but when he made such an expression, his whole face suddenly appeared embarrassing and energetic, which made Wu Di feel very cute.

Scratching his hair, he smirked twice, "Actually, it's mainly because the latest update has been a bit weak, so I'm sorry to solicit votes."

"You are so stupid!" Zhang Bai laughed loudly, picked the sea cucumber into his bowl, and knocked on his bowl, "Don't be shy, hurry up and publish a canvassing declaration after dinner, you book fans are waiting It's on."

When he returned to the bedroom after taking a shower and turned on the computer, he found that the invincible cute tiger really appeared on the ranking list of the voting section of Insight.com. Although hundreds of readers had voted for recommendations in just a few minutes, compared to other For an author who has accumulated tens of thousands of votes, he joined a bit too late.

Since living together under the same roof with Wu Di, Zhang Bai has come into contact with a lot of things on the Internet intentionally or unintentionally. He knows that although Invincible Menghu's qualifications are not deep, he has become famous very quickly in the past two years. , but has been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the veteran author Gong Zixian.

And these few authors who are close to him are all ranked at the top of the list at this time, and the number of votes is counted by hundreds of thousands.

Zhang Bai glanced at the list, and suddenly he was a little bit pissed off for Wu Di. He was so popular, why should he be at the bottom of the list?

When my brain got hot, I took out the online banking and charged 1000 yuan into the account. After changing [-] recommendation tickets, I set up a button wizard, clicked the "recommended" button one after another, and left the computer to drink hot milk.

Passing by the study with a cup in his hand, he saw Wu Di sitting in front of the computer through the crack of the door. Have you arrived yet?"

"I see, what can I do?" Wu Di looked at him with a smile.

Wu Di is a man with a very gentle temperament. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his whole body exudes a strong bookish atmosphere. The two looked at each other, making Zhang Bai's breathing quicken in an instant.

"Why is there no way?" Zhang Bai exclaimed, "Show a single chapter canvassing! I see that some people have started to show off their measurements in their canvassing manifesto."

Wu Di couldn't laugh or cry, "The one you're talking about is a female author, is anyone interested in my measurements? I think book fans should be more interested in your measurements."

"Go to hell!" Zhang Bai slapped him on the back of the head, "Don't take advantage of me, how many times have I said, it's impossible for the two of us, I won't turn back."

"Sometimes Huihuicao is actually quite delicious," Wu Di recommended himself cheekily, "Try it, if it doesn't taste good, you can return it, free shipping." After finishing speaking, he also gave a shining wink.

"Pfft..." Zhang Bai spat out a mouthful of milk, and the computer screen was all white. He hurriedly grabbed a paper towel and wiped it, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm really disgusted by you... Otherwise it wouldn't be like this..."

Wu Di sighed bitterly, "You really don't know how to appreciate beauty!"

After Zhang Bai drank the milk, went to wash the cup and returned to the bedroom, he found that the recommendation ticket of Invincible Menghu had quickly jumped up hundreds of places, and suddenly realized that this man was not as weak as he imagined, he had his own strength. Die-hard friends, have their own diehard book fans, where else do you need yourself?

With a friend like Gong Zixian, one is worth as many as I don't know how many.

So looking at his account that had already cast more than 400 votes, Zhang Bai suddenly became entangled, and with a sudden heart, he voted all the remaining 500 votes for the gold medal beef brisket rice, thinking that although the store manager is not a good character, his Books are what you like!

It was past twelve o'clock after the voting was over, and Zhang Bai suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment when he saw the gold medal beef brisket rice finally climbed onto the homepage with his full support.

Grabbed the phone and called, "Hey, my brother voted for you, please eat!"

The store manager was sleeping drowsily, when he received the call, he groaned annoyed like a small animal, "Fart, it's already midnight, I hate it!" After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Looking at the hung up phone, Zhang Bai became angry: I spent more than 500 for you bitch!

Facts have proved that the store manager really has a conscience. After waking up the next day, he saw a recommendation ticket of 480 from "Invincible Baibai". Ah, thinking about it, I can't help laughing exaggeratedly, hahaha..."

Zhang Bai squinted, "You've laughed exaggeratedly."

"Let's go!" The store manager put his arms around Zhang Bai's neck, "I have kept you for so long and haven't expressed it properly. The patron treats you to dinner today!"

Zhang Bai immediately cheered up, "I want to eat hot pot!"

But the facts proved that the store manager's conscience is really limited. Half an hour later, the two sat in a roadside food stall with a big bowl and ate Malatang.

Zhangbai put in too much spicy oil, so hot that tears came to his eyes, he stuck out his tongue and cursed inarticulately, "You cheapskate!"

The store manager was very excited about eating, and unkindly snatched a beef ball from his bowl and stuffed it into his mouth. He was so hot that he yelled, "Don't you want to eat hot pot? This is similar to hot pot."

"What's the same? This is far from it!" Zhang Bai was angry.

"Ah, ah, in vain, you are so hot-tempered," the store manager pretended to complain, "I'm a poor man, I can't afford hot pot."

"Don't dress up!"

The store manager curled his lips unhappily, "Isn't it just that you voted for me more than 500 last night, what's so great about it, the big deal..."

Zhang Bai looked at him expectantly, "What's the big deal, give it back to me?"

"Good idea!" The store manager took an egg dumpling from his own bowl and threw it into his bowl, "At worst, I'll give you an egg dumpling."

"Ah, ah, you are too much!"

Zhang Bai, who was extremely heartbroken because of spending a lot of money, was so useless that he ate Malatang and drew circles on the glass of the taxi sadly.

When he was about to get off the car, the store manager blinked his eyes and asked with concern, "Bai Bai, is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Unexpectedly, he would actually care about people, Zhang Bai suddenly felt warm, and said obediently, "Don't worry, it's not hard."

"Great," the store manager was overjoyed, grabbed his sleeve and said loudly, "Then you pay the fare first!"

"Get lost!" Zhang Bai yelled, and frantically broke free from him, running into the community like a wild horse, "Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The echoes echoed over and over again in the quiet neighborhood at night...

At three o'clock in the morning, Wu Di came out of the study with an empty cup, went to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee, and walked out while drinking it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow by the wall and was surprised, "What is it?"

"Woooo...it's me..." Zhang Bai's thin voice came.

Wu Di turned on the light and saw Zhang Bai squatting at the door of the bathroom with his stomach in his hands, his face was pale, he was surprised, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Bai's mouth flattened, "Stomach hurts..."

Wu Di hurriedly helped him onto the sofa, "Why does my stomach hurt, I didn't eat supper at night, are you hungry?"

"No," Zhang Bai said sullenly, "It's too hot to eat Malatang with the store manager."

"Oh, you..." Wu Di rubbed his stomach, poured him a cup of warm milk, and carried him back to the bed.

When passing by the full-length mirror, Zhang Bai glanced at it, his little face flushed red: Another damn princess hug!

After a while, the aroma of millet porridge came from the kitchen. Zhang Bai huddled under the blanket, seeing Wu Di who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him with concern, a great sadness welled up in his heart.

Wu Di noticed that his eyes suddenly became very painful, so he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, what's the matter, it hurts again?"

Zhang Bai bit his lower lip and shook his head, whispered, "Silly, don't be so nice to me, it's not worth it."