The president called me my wife after losing his memory

After Ye Sinan went through a week of crazily rushing to draft the manuscript day and night and only slept for three hours a day, he finally handed over the finished manuscript to Ji Li.

The handsome and unattainable man in front of him was his boss. He took over his script with a solemn expression, and looked at the typeface on the A4 paper calmly with a pair of indifferent eyes.Ye Sinan held his breath, he was really afraid of hearing half a word of no from Ji Li's bright red lips.

"Okay."

Ji Li's simple three words made him feel as if he had been pardoned, every cell in his body boiled up, he had dark circles under his eyes, and his face was exhausted:

"Boss, I'm applying for an early leave. I feel like I'm going to die suddenly these days."

Ji Li nodded, smiled and told him that he had worked hard, his every move revealed an irresistible nobility, his boss came from a poor background, he was not a son of a wealthy family, but he had an extraordinarily tough aura, that It is a unique temperament that cannot be underestimated only for those who have been tempered by suffering and resurrected from the abyss.

That's great.

Ye Sinan envied him very much.

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, Ye Sinan started his vacation, and the first thing he did was to catch up on sleep.

Pulling the curtains at home, no matter whether it is day or night outside the window, he only needs to entrust his body to the soft bed, and then sleep soundly by instinct.

He slept for nearly fourteen hours, waking up a few times to go to the toilet, and then quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

At the same time, he also had fourteen hours of random dreams.He couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly, but he just felt that if he could write down his dream completely, it should be a good novel.

Ye Sinan has a novel dream, which has never been realized in reality or in dreams.

He was woken up by the ringing of the phone, and the word "Mom" was displayed on the screen, so he had to answer it.

"Ahem..." In order to prevent his mother from finding out that he was still sleeping at this time, he deliberately cleared his throat before answering the phone:

"Mom, what's the matter?"

As a result, his mother's hearing was superb, and she could still hear it. A roar came from the other end of the phone:

"What are you doing?! Are you still sleeping?! What time is it??"

He took the phone away, and wanted to explain to his mother that he only slept for two or three hours at work a few days ago, but this would undoubtedly make things worse, until it turned into mother mobilizing various skills to persuade him Resign and go home to take the civil service exam.Any mature and rational adult knows how to make a choice, so he chose to be silent, quietly waiting for his mother to vent.

"You said you won't go home this year?" Mom vented a lot, and finally brought the topic back to the main topic.

"That's right, I won't be going back." Ye Sinan replied honestly.When the company compiled a list of people who would not go home for the Chinese New Year this year, he was the first to write his name on it.When writing his own name, he maintained his image of a cool and steady screenwriter on the surface very calmly, but there were countless villains cheering in his heart.

It's really great not to go home during the Chinese New Year!

It's not that he doesn't miss his parents, it's just that he hasn't been doing well outside these years, and he hasn't met his parents' expectations of him at all.Two days before he returned home, his parents might treat him with a smile because of the long absence, but once the time exceeds 48 hours, he will not be pleasing to the eye no matter what.

He smiled, thinking that this stalk is very good and can be used in his novels.

His parents are dissatisfied with his job for two reasons. One is that the private company is unstable and may close down one day; the other is that staying up all night is bad for his health.In the eyes of his parents, his most ideal job is to return to his hometown to be a civil servant and work for the country. He is an iron rice bowl and will never be in danger of unemployment. persistence.

"You say you earn money and earn money. How much money have you earned over the years? Why don't you go home and take the civil servant exam honestly."

Ye Sinan felt that his parents were very strange, and he didn't know whether he was too confident in his son, or too unconfident in his son.They always feel that if their son takes the civil service examination, he can pass the civil service examination [-]% of the time, but if he goes out to start a business and make money, he can't earn [-]% of it.

But how can civil servants be so easy to take the exam?Ye Sinan once had his faith shaken under the pressure of his parents. He secretly bought a set of textbooks for civil servants online and went home. , because he really doesn't want to study.In the textbook, the quantitative relationship made him dizzy, and the judgment and reasoning made him scratch his head. He only understood one sentence from the densely packed words in the whole book: give up as soon as possible.

Ye Sinan had other things to do.

He wanted to write something, and he wanted the world to hear what was in his heart.

Unfortunately, he has not succeeded yet.

He has lived to the present and has two people who can be called idols, one is his current boss, Ji Li, a noble son from a poor family, and the beauty of Bingshan, and the other is Su Chengzhi, a great beauty god, whose pen name is "Chengzhi". He won the Internet Literature Award when he debuted, and the writer known as a genius boy is the goal of his creative career.

After being tormented by his mother for more than an hour with the clichés he had heard no less than a hundred times with concern and complaints, his ears finally ushered in liberation.

Habitually clicking on the interface of the literature website, he was happy to find that his family's book had been greatly updated.

After reading the latest work of the great god with a pious heart, he logged in to his author account, looked at the article inside, and revealed two words inside and out——

"Rubbish".

How did he feel that he had literary talent?Is it because you won several essay contest awards at school?But that's all at the school level.Or is it because in high school, the Chinese teacher always read his compositions as model essays?But that's because other students didn't write seriously.

Why does he think he can achieve something by writing?

Sure enough, he was dreaming.

He turned off the computer angrily, not even reading the only reader's comment.Anyway, there are only a dozen clicks. Even if someone comments, it is the pity of the readers for him. You don't need to look at him to know that the readers should leave two words——

"come on".

Come on, it's easy to say, but sometimes, things don't seem to get better just because you refuel.

When the phone rang, he was startled. He was afraid that his mother would kill him. He didn't feel relieved until he saw the name of his best friends on the screen.

A friend told him to drink, so go for it, because he is very annoying now.

Ye Sinan stayed up all year round and was a hard worker. He went to work during the day to catch up on scripts, and at night he had to write his own novels, so his eyes were always dark and his face was tired. He looked like the kind of ruthless People, in fact, he doesn't like talking very much. After all, he is writing both scripts and novels. He has enough verbal output, and he really has no desire to express.

If his exhausted face was removed, he would be considered a handsome guy, with a sleek and smooth body and a very raised butt.There is no ugly company in Ji Li's company. It is estimated that good-looking people will attract each other. After all, their boss is a once-in-a-century beauty.

Ye Sinan went to the bar, chatted with friends while drinking, and occasionally lit a cigarette, but most of the time he was observing people coming and going, this is his habit as a creator, he always likes to discover Details that others like to ignore.

Inside the bar, a beautiful young man attracted his attention. He had fair skin and his hair was dyed an exaggerated dark green color, which is the favorite color of non-mainstream young people nowadays (only represents Ye Sinan's point of view).His eyes are crooked with a smile, and he has a feminine temperament, but there is a bit of masculinity in the softness. In short, he is a beautiful person.Pretty is beautiful, but also very pompous, his hair is a little long, not the length of a businessman at first glance, light curly, fluffy curled up at the neck, his eyes are light gray, probably Wearing colored contact lenses, several pierced ears, and shiny earrings make people unable to open their eyes.

He was wearing a thin silk shirt with a deep V-neck, wishing he could show his chest to others. The texture of the thin shirt was clear, and he could vaguely see the graceful lines under his clothes.

It is such a flamboyantly dressed person who seems to be extremely popular in the bar. There are many girls around him, talking and laughing, and the picture is very harmonious.

Probably because that person was not of the same kind as himself, or because he was more eye-catching in the crowd, both in appearance and attire, Ye Sinan couldn't help but take a second look.

Sensing Ye Sinan's gaze, the man also looked over, turned his eyes towards him, revealed a bright smile, and tilted his head slightly to the side.

It looked so playful, as if there were little cute flowers all around.

Ye Sinan was caught, so he turned his head shyly, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, trying to light it to ease the embarrassment.

In the end, he couldn't light a cigarette no matter what, until his good brother called him an idiot, and he didn't know that he had put the cigarette backwards.

Reverse smoking is the deadliest.

The man seemed to see his embarrassment, and smiled even more happily.

After that, the two no longer interacted with each other.Ye Sinan is still living a very dissatisfied life. He is almost 30 years old, has no achievements, and is unable to strengthen his beliefs.He was torn between obeying his parents' orders and insisting on his own way of life, and was mentally tortured.

But under this huge torture, he still did not give up his writing career, of course, he was still frighteningly cool.

All he knows is that he has a reader. This reader is not very bubbly, but every time he seems to have a tacit understanding with him, and when he is so cold that he wants to give up, he will comment on his article.The comments are very simple, often only a few words, and the most common sentence is——

Come on.

Every time he wanted to give up, when he wanted to stop writing, when he felt that he had no talent and was not suitable for this bowl of rice, these two words became the driving force for him to get up from the bed and continue typing on the keyboard .

Write it down, no matter how bad it is, write it down, just for this person.

This reader's ID is a string of numbers, and he didn't even take his name. Sometimes he even wonders where this person is from the pirated article number, but his article is so cold that even the pirated article website is too lazy to steal it. None, he gave up this guess.

He clicked on this person's collection column countless times, hoping to find some clues.In the end, there was no clue at all, and he didn't know why he did this, or he just wanted to be closer to this loyal reader.

After that time when he went to the bar with his friends, Ye Sinan never went out again, taking advantage of his vacation not to write scripts, he devoted himself to studying writing skills.

It is said that I have devoted myself to studying writing skills, but in fact I have read the essays of my own great Su Chengzhi two or three times, and then I went to read my own essays and cursed twice as "garbage".In the painful mood of wanting to end it now, I thought of the reader who only had a string of numbers as a nickname, and then turned on the computer painfully, while despising my own writing, while fingers were flying on the keyboard.

This state lasted until New Year's Eve. After updating a chapter, he ran to video with his mother. Although his life here was not satisfactory, he had to pretend that he was very good.His mother cooked several dishes over there, and he soaked the bucket of the most expensive instant noodles here, and the family ate the New Year's Eve dinner together in front of the video, and then...

Unknowingly, the topic changed from Zhang's parents and Li's family to his work and personal issues.

Ye Sinan sighed, feeling that his parents were making a bit of a fool of him by mentioning these things to him, a bucket of imported instant noodles that he was usually reluctant to eat.

But when it was Chinese New Year, he couldn't find his parents uncomfortable, and after promising to go home to visit his parents on May [-] Labor Day, he hung up the phone in dismay.

After quickly eating the instant noodles, it had been more than two hours since he posted the article. He nervously opened the author's backstage. Although he didn't have much hope, but... still, he couldn't help but want to take a look.

After the bleak click, the number of comments was one, and he was a little ecstatic. After clicking on the comments, the number of readers' comments today was extraordinarily long:

"Happy New Year! Please continue to work hard in the new year!"

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly more than five words!

And it was the first time, the first time someone called him Da Da!Satisfaction swept his heart, he immediately put on his coat, planning to go downstairs to buy two cans of beer to celebrate.

He didn't expect that on the way back with the wine, he would run into the young man he had met in the bar before.

He was still wearing the V-neck thin shirt that he saw last time. He seemed to like this style very much, but this time it was black, with his delicate collarbone exposed, making him look extra sexy.He was wearing a thick silver-gray down jacket, unbuttoned, and was lying on a bench by the street with his arms open.

The light-white hand was flushed red from the cold, with the palm facing up, it was gently placed on the forehead.His mouth was slightly opened, and thick white air was exhaled from it.

Although it was beginning of spring, it was still very cold in the middle of the night. If he lay outside like this all night, he would freeze to death, right?

The sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve is endless, and the light of fireworks is reflected on them far away.

The young man lay on the bench unmoved, unaffected by the outside world.

"How much did you drink? To fall asleep like this." Ye Sinan clicked his lips, walked to the young man with a bag of wine, and patted him with his hands.

"Hey, I woke up."

He shook for a while before the young man opened his eyes in a daze, still unconscious.

"Ah I......"

Ye Sinan asked for his address several times, but the man couldn't figure out why. He had no choice but to transport this man back home, and he regarded it as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

As soon as he opened the door, the man said thank you in a daze, and then bowed to him very solemnly, which was completely different from the frivolous appearance:

"To... trouble you."

Being drunk makes him a bit tongue-in-cheek, which sounds cute.

"Yo, you know I'm causing trouble to others." Ye Sinan helped him into the room, and helped him take off his coat with "love".The man showed his fair and slender neck, his soft hair was hanging quietly, his delicate collarbone was particularly attractive, and his tight chest muscles could be vaguely seen from the big V-neck.

This brat is a bit good-looking.

Ye Sinan placed him on the sofa at home, and planned to go to the bathroom to take a shower to relieve the cold from his body.Just two steps away, the man grabbed his wrist like all kinds of literary works:

"I will repay you..." the man said, covering his mouth as if he was enduring something:

"Can... pour me a cup of hot water?"

"Do you want to throw up?" Ye Sinan is not a good drinker, and he is the first to get drunk every time he drinks with his friends, so he doesn't have much experience in taking care of a drunk person.But as a person with sufficient drunk experience, he was keenly aware of the strangeness of the young man.

"It seems...it is like this." The young man struggled to get up from the sofa, but just as his feet touched the ground, he fell limply to the ground, and it was as coincidental as all kinds of literary works He pressed Ye Sinan under him.

"Hey! Cheer up! Don't spit on the ground of my house!" Ye Sinan didn't have time to think about why all the plots were close to literary works today, he got up quickly, and hugged the young man in his arms. Fortunately, this person was not It's heavy, but he can still move it:

"Hold it! Be sure to hold it back! My house is small, so there are still a few steps to the toilet." While cheering the young man on, he helped the young man into the toilet as quickly as possible.

The moment he touched the toilet, the young man vomited like a waterfall. Ye Sinan couldn't bear to watch, so he went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of warm water.

After the young man finished vomiting, his mind seemed to be much clearer, and he began to speak quickly. He took the warm water that Ye Sinan handed him, and his eyes were full of gratitude:

"I'll repay you," he said.

Ye Sinan was also curious about how he would repay him, so he leaned against the door of his toilet with his arms around his arms, looked him up and down, and then saw the thin lips that had just spat out slowly uttered a sentence in a clear voice: Enough to detonate his brain words:

"Let me help you go to the fire, and treat it as the room fee for tonight."

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, when Ye Sinan opened his eyes, he felt confused.

Lying beside him was a handsome young man with non-mainstream green hair and a somewhat feminine appearance. The man was holding his chin, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes, smiling like a cunning little fox .

Just, it was quite sudden.

What happened yesterday?

Even though Ye Sinan didn't stay up late last night, he couldn't help but panicked, his face was heavy, and he seemed a little more tired than when he stayed up late.

He remembered that this person insisted on drinking with him after vomiting yesterday, and then he drank too much. After that, he... can't remember.

"I did." The young man who had been looking at him had a smile as warm as the rising sun, and his tone was very relaxed, as if he was saying "good morning".

"It was a wonderful night~"

Ye Sinan didn't think it was wonderful at all!He just didn't go home during the Spring Festival holiday, so he casually slept with a man whose name he didn't even know?

Okay!Ye Sinan!Age is not in vain!You are really promising!

"That..." Ye Sinan wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, but...he really didn't know what to say, after all, this was also the first time the big girl got on the sedan chair .Think of him as a dignified person who relies on a pen to make a living, but he can't even utter half a word at a critical moment, what should I say?He was a little disappointed in himself.

"Don't worry," the young man looked at his expression, seeming to feel the joy from it, and smiled even more happily:

"I don't need you to take responsibility."

"Ah..." Ye Sinan nodded, feeling that he was a scumbag, he fell into deep self-blame, and then...didn't even release a P for a long time, he just said dully One sentence:

"I'll take you home."

"Is it the first day of junior high school today? Do you have something to do later?" The young man watched him put on his clothes without hesitation, his eyes lingering on Ye Sinan's upright buttocks.

Ye Sinan was stared at furiously by him. In fact, there was nothing wrong with him, but he lied. He slept with a man. He needed someone to calm down and sort out his mood.

"It's a pity, I was thinking that I don't have to go to work today, and I will stick with you for another day." The young man picked up his clothes with a smile, but didn't put them on:

"Can I borrow your bathroom?" He asked, seeming to dislike himself:

"It's sticky and uncomfortable."

Ye Sinan originally intended to refuse, but when he thought that the young man in front of him was a man he had slept with, he could be regarded as his if he rounded it up, and the strange desire to protect a man in his heart was aroused at once. It's just for the bathroom, he puts them to sleep, and he doesn't have to be responsible, can't even this little wish satisfy them?

So he nodded, watching the slender body strut into the bathroom of his house.

After a while, the sound of running water came into his ears clearly. Although he couldn't remember what happened yesterday, he couldn't help getting excited just by imagining the appearance of that wonderful body being wet by running water.

This is really strange, why is he so excited about a man?

The young man was really "borrowing" the bathroom as he said, and it was returned to him soon.When he came out, he was wearing his own shirt carelessly. He was slightly shorter than himself, wearing his own shirt, his buttocks were looming.

He's wearing nothing underneath!

"Ah, my clothes are too dirty. I vomited on them for no reason." The young man's face was full of distress, and after removing those exaggerated decorations, he actually revealed some pure beauty:

"I have to wear it, so I just took your clothes, don't you mind?" The young man winked at him playfully.

You're all wearing it, I don't mind what's the use?Ye Sinan swallowed this sentence into his stomach.

"Don't worry," the young man walked over with a smile, holding his face:

"I'll pay you the rent."

Then what happened last night happened again, but what made Ye Sinan more gratified was that he was a "1" and he felt pretty good when he was with young people.

All that said, he, maybe, really, seems, could, probably, could be gay.

So, on the way to send the young man home, he knew the young man's name and exchanged contact information.

The young man's surname is Mo, and each character is found one by one.Ye Sinan thought the name was very strange, like playing hide-and-seek, trying to hide himself and tell others not to look for it.He is 22 years old and works as a bartender at a bar.He didn't know any other additional information, and their relationship was not close enough to know more.

For the next period of time, they met occasionally, and they just went to bed, and the rest of the time they had no contact. Ye Sinan thought, this should be the legendary friend with benefits, right?Anyway, he is not at a disadvantage. It is a very pleasant thing to be with Mo Xun Doi. He has not had a fixed partner for a long time. This kind of intimacy has found a good way to release his originally suppressed life.He also didn't expect that after being peaceful for so long, he would actually do such a thing as looking for a sex buddy.

At the same time as his relationship was changing, his cold and explosive street essay was finally over.

What will you write next?When Ye Sinan was thinking about this question, the slightly frivolous but beautiful face inexplicably appeared in front of his eyes, and every movement and every expression he made when he was with him flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

His always stern face actually showed a smile when he didn't realize it.

Just write pure love!he thinks.

Although his last book was without CP, one must try more.

Ye Sinan has been busy coding and saving manuscripts for new articles, but Ye Sinan has ignored Mo Xun.Of course, it's not considered neglect, it's just that Mo Xun made an appointment with him twice and he didn't come out.The nature of his work itself is always busy day and night, plus he has to chase his writing dream, so he has no time to calm down and talk with others, so his previous relationships also ended in failure.

Forget it, people who live in a mess are not qualified to fall in love.

He sighed, and when he was about to continue typing, he found that he was stuck.

When he came back to his senses again, he was already sitting in the bar where Mo Xun worked, watching him chatting with the girls with the same smile as before.

He was sitting very close to the bar this time, so he could vaguely hear what Mo Xun and the others were chatting.

They seemed to be talking about Mo Xun's favorite type, Ye Sinan hurriedly pricked up his ears and listened breathlessly, he didn't know why he did that.

"I like people who are older than me," Mo Xun said with a smile:

"There is also the kind that looks serious, but is particularly strong in bed."

He said without hesitation, his eyes seemed to be looking towards Ye Sinan, but Ye Sinan didn't know if it was his own illusion, he just felt that those girls were a little too obsessive.

Ye Sinan tapped lightly on the bar counter, lit a cigarette, and said:

"Make me a cup of Long Island Iced Tea."

Long Island Iced Tea, please come home with me tonight.

As a bartender, Ye Sinan believed that he could understand the meaning behind the drink he ordered.

But who knows, Mo Xun didn't accept the move, and said in a low voice with a smile on his face:

"The girl in the yellow dress has been looking at you just now. She must be interested in you, right? Is it the type you like?"

Ye Sinan blinked, and didn't understand the meaning of Mo Xun's words. He only vaguely remembered that Mo Xun had indeed asked him about his favorite type.

"Oh, that's really an honor." Ye Sinan smiled, blew smoke rings in the air, picked up the wine that Mo Xun had mixed for him, and chatted with the girl.

He didn't know what he was doing, but after feeling Mo Xun's slightly jealous gaze, he straightened up on purpose.

The adults in the bar are familiar with the routines. After two drinks, the chat is still speculative, and they are about to move to other places.

Before leaving, Ye Sinan saw that Mo Xun went to the toilet, so he followed him, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, leaned against the door of the toilet, and said leisurely:

"You're right, it's my type, and we're on our way to the next place now."

Mo Xun was washing his hands, he paused, turned off the faucet, and pulled the paper towel next to the sink to wipe his hands clean:

"That's really congratulations." With a calm face, even with a slight smile, he gently raised his hand, took the cigarette in Ye Sinan's mouth, took a light breath, and exhaled all the smoke On Ye Sinan's face.

"What's there to smoke?" He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Ye Sinan's Adam's apple twitched, and Mo Xun stepped out of the bathroom first. The girl had already packed her things and waved to him from the seat.He forced a smile and walked to her side.

After going out the door, the girl held his arm affectionately, the little bird was very cute, his body froze, and he subconsciously wanted to shake her off.

His mind was occupied by another beautiful face, he opened his mouth and wanted to run away.He suddenly felt a little absurd that Doi with others is a very boring thing, except for that person, that person named Mo Xun.When he put the cigarette he had smoked in his mouth, Ye Sinan wanted to slam him against the wall and seal his seductive lips with his mouth.

He thought he was going to run away, but he actually did that. He ran away like a deserter, leaving the girl standing there and scolding him for being an idiot.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he returned to his car parked in front of the bar.

Why is he here today?He is going to post a new article today!He came to find Mo Xun to share his joy.He put his true feelings into this book, read it to professional editor friends, and the editors said it was very good. He felt that he seemed to be able to share these with Mo Xun, or in other words, he wanted to become a book that could be shared with Mo Xun. these joyful relationships.

As a result... what good did he do?

Ye Sinan sat in the car and forced himself to calm down. When Mo Xun came out, he would apologize to Mo Xun. Mo Xun should forgive him.

He waited and waited, but what he was waiting for was the scene of Mo Xun walking out side by side with another man talking and laughing.

Fuck!

He sat in the car and watched the two gradually walk away.No wonder, no wonder Mo Xun wanted to introduce a girl to him, so it turned out to be empathy?But even if you are a friend with sex, you should say it properly, right?

Or, because they are friends with sex, Mo Xun doesn't know what he wants, so it's like this?

He watched helplessly as the man patted Mo Xun's bangs with his hands, and the male's sense of territoriality was instantly awakened. Without even thinking about it, he rushed out of the car, strode to the two of them, and pulled Mo Xun over with his hands , hid behind her like a treasure, and said:

"Don't touch my people!"

The man was stunned, pointed at Mo Xun, and asked him:

"you like him?"

Ye Sinan nodded. Now, what can he hide?It's not a shy thing to like someone:

"Yes, I like him." He said seriously.

The man burst out laughing, which made Ye Sinan very puzzled. Could it be that this guy is so confident that he can face his rival so easily?

When the man had laughed enough, his eyes fell on Mo Xun who had been standing behind Ye Sinan, and asked:

"Is this the guy who's been giving you headaches lately?"

Mo Xun nodded:

"I made you laugh."

The man stretched out his hand, touched Ye Sinan's buttocks, and clicked his mouth:

"Not bad, it's a good product."

Now it was Mo Xun's turn to be unhappy, he grabbed the man's wrist and said coldly:

"Don't touch him."

The man shrugged:

"So, you don't need to go to my house to complain today?"

Mo Xun smiled, with a hearty voice:

"I'll buy you a drink another day."

Ye Sinan and Mo Xun got into the car in a daze. Ye Sinan was still immersed in the information he had just received and couldn't extricate himself. That man was Mo Xun's good friend, and... also a zero.So what the hell is he nervous about!And he said that while being excited.Ye Sinan wished he could just find a hole in the ground and bury himself, so he quickly changed the subject:

"Shouldn't you drink alcohol? Can you drive?"

"We can't drink alcohol during working hours." He said, got into the driver's seat, and after fastening his seat belt, he turned to look at Ye Sinan:

"But speaking of it, did you just say you liked me?"

Ye Sinan's head exploded at once, his face turned red, he tried his best to keep calm, gently pinched Mo Xun's chin with his hands, and replied:

"Maybe."

After finishing speaking, he drowned other words between his lips and teeth.

Ye Sinan and Mo Xun were snuggling together, just at the moment when they were deeply affectionate, Mo Xun suddenly exclaimed, and took out his phone very well to spoil the atmosphere:

"It's over, it's over," he said.

"The author I like published a new article today, it's all your fault! I didn't even read it for the first time!"

As he spoke, he clicked on the app that Ye Sinan was very familiar with.

"Let me tell you, this author, don't think he's popular now, but his writing skills are not bad. In time, he will definitely make some achievements." Mo Xun talked about his favorite author, and came to him all at once. The excitement and physical exhaustion were all gone. He clicked on the pre-received article that he had collected a long time ago. Sure enough, the article that the author put in the manuscript box has now been sent out:

"Do you want to watch it together?" Mo Xun asked.

"En." Ye Sinan extinguished his cigarette and nodded. He also wanted to know what kind of articles would be written by an author who could be given such a high evaluation by Mo Xun. Maybe it would be helpful to his writing.

He leaned over to the screen of Mo Xun's phone, the familiar title of the article on it made his brows twitch, and then looked at the author's name——

Yes is difficult.

Sure enough, the world is so small, and the author he likes is actually himself.

Then, at this time, he is hugging the person he likes like a dream, reading the article he wrote, the key is——

This article is about the two of them!

"Huh? The style has changed a lot." Mo Xun muttered in a low voice:

"Don't worry about that much for now, leave a warm message to my family."

Then, Ye Sinan saw his pale and slender fingers flying quickly on the screen of the phone, and he typed two words——

Come on.

Ye Sinan had a more mysterious premonition. He logged into his author account, and sure enough, he found the only comment under that chapter. The comment was only two words, come on, but it took him countless hours The source of motivation for Hei Ye's independent creation.

And the owner of that comment was the number gentleman who he suspected of stealing the document number and who didn't even have a nickname.

"Baby," Ye Sinan hugged Mo Xun even tighter after lamenting the magic of fate:

"