The right way to treat

The crackling typing sound finally stopped. Zheng Zihao squeezed his fingers and looked at the time. It was 49:[-] p.m., catching up with today's update. Fortunately, the update was not interrupted. The upcoming [-]:[-], this time cannot be changed.

Zheng Zihao is not a night owl, on the contrary, his living habits are very regular, but he has a strong attachment to certain things, such as time.From the first day of posting on the Internet, this is the time to update, so it will be necessary in the future.He didn't think his behavior was OCD, but his cousin said it was.

Can an anorectal doctor be trusted?Must not.

There must and cannot be the problem of interrupting updates. Even if you have something to go out, you must leave enough time to go home and code to ensure that it is sent out on time.Therefore, although Zheng Zihao is not short of money, he is definitely of excellent character in the update. The date looks smooth, and the color is also good-looking. If there is a day missing, he will not paint. . .He couldn't think about it anymore, the most likely scenario was to pick out the gray day from the computer and swallow it.

After a general glance, it was [-]:[-], Beijing time on time, click send, and the update was successful.

When all the men were writing stallion novels and fantasy novels, he chose romance, and he still wrote it from the perspective of the heroine. It was only because he found a thunderous romance in a fantasy essay bag Mary Su, the fantasy essay package is incomplete, what should I do!Manual deletion can't solve it, so I have to brainwash myself.Thus, the romance from the heroine's perspective in his writing was born.

Writing about women's tenderness and ruthlessness from a man's point of view, he suddenly became a god in others' mouths. He still doesn't quite understand what happened, but his cousin said, because his writing is bloody enough.

He strongly disagrees with this point, for the same reason as the first one.

How could he, a 23-year-old man with a vigorous body and a 1.9-meter-high body, with perfect abdominal muscles and cold eyebrows, be on the same level as a dog blood?Absolutely impossible.

"Did I write shit?" He later asked the editor who only appeared when entering V and ending.

The editor replied to him, "Although it's bloody, it's very beautiful, so come on! (o^^)oo(^^o)."

Zheng Zihao was depressed, he didn't care much about other people's comments, but when it came to dog blood, he couldn't help but think of the car crash, amnesia, rape|attempted rape trilogy, but there was never such thing in his articles.Pressing out the cigarette in his hand, even without these plots, he still wants to get rid of the dog blood.

Thus, this article "Black|Angel" was born.

He glanced at the time again, and it was 5 minutes before the post was posted, and he needed to go to bed on time at 5:[-]. Time was running out, so he quickly took off his clothes, went to the bathroom, took a shower, got a glass of milk and brushed his teeth.There are still [-] minutes, and he has to refresh the page to see the first message.It's still because of that fucking obsession.

Originally, he never read or replied to the message, it was too troublesome.However, it is impossible to pretend not to see so many messages. His cousin suggested before that he should not be so cold, but he is a man, so he can't be cute or stupid, and he can't reply to all the messages. In reality, he didn't know which one to choose when he had to choose a reply, so he simply didn't reply to any of them, which was fair to everyone.

However, he was curious why they had so many messages to leave every day. After scrolling through the messages a few times, he found that there was a reader named 'White Cotton Swab' who was the first to leave messages.

Then, he couldn't help but clicked on all the chapters one by one to see if he was the first to leave a message.It's not because he wants to pay attention to this 'white cotton swab', but because he can't sleep without watching it!

I didn't do anything all day, just leave a message.After reading the comments of all the more than 300 chapters in the whole book, he started to read the previous ones again. He almost threw up, but he closed his eyes and wanted to take a rest, and the only thing in his mind was the lingering madness.I had to open my eyes again and brush again.I finally read my first romance novel, except that the white cotton swabs in Chapter 1 did not occupy the sofa, all the other sofas belonged to him.

So, he looked at the reader on the white cotton swab again with tangled eyes.

The reader only said two words, which is beautiful.

In Zheng Zihao's eyes, these two words were simply a kind of torture.

Delete it and the white cotton is the sofa.

Delete it and you can happily do other things.

Delete it, delete it and it will be perfect.

Zheng Dashen didn't get too entangled, he held the mouse and moved it to delete, and clicked lightly to confirm.

ok.The white cotton swab is among all his articles, and the message is the first one.

Therefore, the sense of mission of the white cotton swab is very heavy, although he himself does not know it, if he knows that the great god he is thinking of has to see him snatch the sofa every night to sleep peacefully, I wonder if he will cry with excitement .

Sitting in front of the computer, Lin Mile's F5 has been polished, and finally saw the update of the master, "Ah! It's a big update, leave a message!"

There are many readers of the great god's text, so grabbing the sofa is particularly bloody, but fortunately he has a secret, his home network has been upgraded to 100G optical fiber, and the network speed is fast.Coupled with his refreshing skills, no one can take the throne of the sofa.

Lin Mile doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder. It doesn't really matter if he grabs it or not, but he is happy if he can grab it, and he is knocked down if he can't grab it. Let nature take its course.A while ago, he went to read the previous articles of the great god, and suddenly found that his only message on the second floor had become the first floor, and instantly felt that he had won the lottery!He clearly remembered that it was his only second, and now it became number one. Needless to say, it must have greatly helped him delete the previous one. Absolutely, no, the website, smoked!

Seeing the first floor of the white cotton swabs, Zheng Zihao breathed a sigh of relief and could finally sleep.Turn off the computer first, then set up the chair, lift the quilt and go to bed, turn off the lamp, and close your eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, feeling a little thirsty.However, it's time.

Don't drink, put up with it and go to sleep, it's already gone to bed.This point must be on the bed.

However, I am really thirsty.

Tsk, it seems that the kitchen light was left on after washing the cups?Do you want to check it out?

But it's time for bed.

My parents are still traveling abroad. I read the news today and it is said that the law and order there is not very good. I don’t know if they will encounter thieves, robbers, or riots there. . . .I just can't think about it.

Just make a phone call, anyway, it's daytime over there at this time.

But, it's time to sleep!

After struggling on the bed for a long time, Zheng Zihao finally got up, made a phone call to make sure that his parents were fine, safe and having fun, then went downstairs to check the kitchen light, made sure it was off, and then drank water.When he went to bed again, he felt that today's rules had been broken, and he was very anxious.

"...the moon is just hanging in the sky, so white that it makes Lu Qian's eyes tingle. In her eyes, the round moon is always missing a corner. Even if she stands in the missing corner, no matter how charming the moonlight is, Can't shine on her.

Sadness, like a sharp sword, pierced her.

The cool wind at night blows endless memories, the flying skirt drags the sobbing sadness, and the waves on the sea break my whole heart. I don’t know why I came here.

Maybe it's because Leng Tiancheng kissed her for the first time here, maybe it's the first time Leng Tiancheng said that he loves her here, just like this, the delicate kisses and soft whispers penetrated deeply into her Undefended mind.

Now it seems that everything is just a joke. The man who once said he loved her is about to become someone else's groom.

'When I picked you up, you mercilessly asked me to put it down. '

'How do you want me to let go! '

The gold-plated invitation card in her hand has been pinched beyond recognition. Lu Qian doesn't understand, is the future really more important than love?

'Leng Tiancheng, have you ever loved me? '

'Your wedding, I don't want to bless you at all. '

. . . "

Lin Mile finished reading today's updated chapter. Although he was very dissatisfied, he still clicked on the message and left another message, "I am very much looking forward to tomorrow's wedding. Good night Bo, have a good dream!"

Good dreams belong to Lin Mile.

It was insomnia who embraced Zheng Zihao.

By the way, Zheng Zihao's pen name is: Majestic and Booming.

The author has something to say: I am starting a new article, thank you very much for your support all the time, I am very touched, because of you I can keep updating!

There were a lot of things I wanted to say, but I really put my fingers on the keyboard and let out a long sigh. I'd better go out for a meal at noon!

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There will be some romantic content written by Bo Dashen in the article, please don't laugh when you read it, be serious!

A few days ago, I found the forum where I used to play Stone Age, and found some things I wrote at that time.

Although time flies, you can't grasp it, but the traces left behind will still remain in the long river of time.

Finally, I wish you all a happy reading.

mua!(*╯3╰)!

☆, decompression and cousin