Great God's Feeding Rules

"Can you let go?" Fang Zuo shook his head helplessly, seeing that Gu Mo was still staring at the boy's back in a daze, he couldn't help but speak.

Gu Mo was taken aback, let go of his hand, and his face became serious again: "You can go."

Fang Zuo didn't think there was anything wrong with him saying this sentence, maybe he said that letting him go was within Fang Zuo's acceptable range, but seeing him frowning and staring at the boy's back, Fang Zuo suddenly felt that he was also It's not that annoying. After all, a man who can write so wonderfully has his own story, right?

Beiye still didn't update his work. Fang Zuo didn't know how many times he refreshed it in one night. In the end, he could only give up and go to the group to see if there was a new stop update announcement. But tonight, people kept asking questions in the group. Didn't come out to tease a few words like usual, maybe it's not online?But Fang Zuo was more inclined to think that the boy disturbed his thoughts.

Is it really beyond the relationship between friends?Heartbroken?

Fang Zuo fell asleep with this word. I don’t know if everything happened too suddenly today, so Fang Zuo continued the unfinished dream in the morning. The ghost took him to the ghost marriage, and then began to break the chapter.

It seems that Beiye will be updated tomorrow, this is Fang Zuo's only consciousness left in his deep sleep.

Fang Zuo was very happy to read the manuscript, but first of all, it had to be Beiye's kind of work that he couldn't stop reading. In the past few days at work, Fang Zuo had hardly seen any good articles, so he had to miss Beiye again. For his work, since the last time he privately contacted Beiye with his work account, Beiye had no news at all, neither updated nor responded to news, and the whole person seemed to have evaporated from the world.

At the request of the editor-in-chief, he had to go to Beiye's home after get off work this Friday. Maybe Beiye had slept to death at home, and the body was almost smelly. If this was the case, he could collect the body.

What a bad friend would say, Fang Zuo listened helplessly, and went to Beiye's apartment after get off work.

The apartment Beiye lives in is not as inconsistent as he is. It is just the most ordinary house. When he knocked on the door, he wondered if the decoration inside was unique, but when Beiye opened the door, Fang Zuo found Just plain and simple.

Seeing Fang Zuo appearing outside the door, Beiye was a little surprised, but he disappeared in an instant. He let go of the doorknob, pointed at the sofa casually, and lay down on the sofa: "Yin Xiu came to press the manuscript instead."

He was very sure, but he couldn't hear the tone, Fang Zuo could only look at him and replied, "The editor-in-chief is busy recently."

Bei Ye suddenly laughed, he opened one eye slightly, and squinted at Fang Zuo: "There's no need to defend him, as for the manuscript, we'll talk about it next week."

Fang Zuo didn't feel much about Bei Ye's seemingly absent and charming smile, but frowned slightly when he heard that the manuscript was still unavailable: "Your behavior will not only affect the operation of the editorial department, but also lose a lot of money." reader."

He was sitting opposite Beiye, and when he raised his eyes, he could clearly see Beiye looking at him. For some reason, Fang Zuo was inexplicably terrified.

Bei Ye sat up slowly with a faint smile, his lazy posture reflected his haughty temperament even more, Fang Zuo felt a breeze blowing by his ears, and his whole body trembled.

"Is it you who are impatient?"

Fang Zuo turned to the beginning and pushed Beiye's head away. Maybe his words didn't have any deep meaning, but to Fang Zuo at this moment, it seemed that countless ants were rolling over and over all of a sudden.

He leaned very close, breathing all over his ears, I don't know if he was on purpose or not, Fang Zuo was a little bit depressed at that moment, probably like a small fan meeting a big star for the first time, it can't be said that he was excited or something, suddenly his whole body It's messy.

It was because of Beiye that he fell in love with the profession of editing, and it was also because of Beiye that he came to this company, and it was also because of Beiye that he realized for the first time what is the purpose of life.

Apart from the unpleasant experience when they met for the first time, he has always maintained a feeling of admiration for Beiye. Even seeing him entangled with a little boy with his own eyes did not erase Fang Zuo's enthusiasm for Beiye, or It is the enthusiasm for Beiye's works.

So, an idol you have been for several years is right in front of you, and he is still making unruly moves towards you, there is no reason for Fang Zuo to take it calmly.

"If you want to know the following, you can ask me directly. You are my editor, and you are obliged to discuss the next plot with me." Bei Ye didn't seem to notice Fang Zuo's momentary stiffness. He nestled back on the sofa and found the most comfortable position lie down.

Fang Zuo's tense nerves relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Beiye."

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Beiye's phone vibrate, but Beiye ignored it, and raised his chin at Fang Zuo: "What were you going to say just now?"

Fang Zuo thought for a while, and decided to first ask why the evil spirit in the novel "Conspiracy Cases" wanted to kidnap the male protagonist, and how he planned to continue the plot, but Bei Ye's phone kept vibrating, even if Fang Zuo Zuo wanted to ignore it, but there was nothing he could do.

"Can you answer the phone first?" Fang Zuo looked at him.

Bei Ye lowered his head to look at the flickering screen, swiped his hand and turned off the phone, then raised his head: "You can continue."

Fang Zuo frowned, and asked him, "Have you been out of inspiration recently, and you want to get angry with everyone you see?"

Bei Ye thought it was funny, and threw the phone aside: "Maybe it's not exciting enough, why don't you give me some for free?"

Regarding this, Fang Zuo felt that Beiye was unreasonable, so he could only tentatively say: "If your readers know you are such a person, do you think they will turn fans to passers-by?"

"It's enough to have you as a die-hard fan," Beiye smiled nonchalantly, "Don't you have a special liking for me? Before you came, did you think that your idol would not want soft girls, but would you hang out with men?"

"It's quite a chaotic private life. Do you want to turn to passers-by now? Well, it's not bad to turn to black fans?" Bei Ye laughed as he spoke.

Fang Zuo's head started to hurt again, he stood up and shook his head: "I don't care about your personal affairs, I'm only responsible for whether you have paid enough manuscripts when they are due, Bei Ye, you think everyone has to post to you, right?"

He squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and was about to open the door, but he stopped when he reached the door, and then said: "That's right, before I met you, I would treat you as a god every day, and I would brag to my buddies every day How powerful you are, but it’s different now, if you didn’t have the book you wrote, you wouldn’t even rank in the bowl of cabbage soup provided for free in the school cafeteria in my eyes.”

Bei Ye paused with his hands on both sides, and watched Fang Zuo slowly open the door. He didn't call him, and didn't defend himself, but raised his head and curled his lips, a little self-deprecating.

"Gu Mo!"

His slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and Beiye turned his head away. Before he could see the figure clearly, he was punched in the face.

It didn't take much effort, but Beiye could feel the other party's anger.

"Su Yi, don't make trouble."

Fang Zuo was still standing at the door. The moment he opened the door, a figure rushed in, and then he saw that person punching...