Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

The editor-in-chief sent Meng Miandong the login names and passwords of the official website and official Weibo, as well as the competition system and rewards of the comic competition on QQ.

No.1 will get the opportunity to be serialized in "Manga·Kite", which is Meng Miandong's dream, but he cannot get it.

After posting the call for contributions on the official website and official Weibo respectively, he sat in front of the computer and stared blankly for a while before continuing to read the manga.

However, he couldn't see the ups and downs and the fascinating plot.

He has no friends in the editorial department, or even someone who can talk to him, but he has adapted to the work here.

He didn't sell his second-hand notebooks and digital boards, but he never drew comics again.

But comics are just a tool for him to escape from society. Now that he has adapted to work in the editorial department, why don't he think about comics anymore?

He couldn't convince himself, and his mood became even more depressed.

His low mood didn't improve until lunch.

Wen Ran sensed Meng Miandong's emotions, after lunch, he took Meng Miandong to his office, locked the office door, and kissed Meng Miandong's hair while asking, "What happened?" Is something wrong?"

Meng Miandong sat on Wen Ran's lap, took off his mask, stared at Wen Ran, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

He lied to Wen Ran, and he was very afraid that Wen Ran would get angry.

Facing Meng Miandong's hesitation to speak, Wen Ran said softly, "Can't you tell me?"

Meng Miandong bit her lips, and then took the initiative to kiss Wen Ran.

Wen Ran kissed Meng Miandong back, after the kiss was over, he didn't ask, but carried Meng Miandong to the bed in the lounge attached to the office.

As soon as Meng Miandong's back touched the sheet, her face turned redder, and she asked nervously, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Wen Ran shook his head and said: "Didn't you not sleep well yesterday because you watched a horror movie? Take a nap here, and I will wake you up before the lunch break is over."

Meng Miandong breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, but when he saw Wen Ran turn around and go out, he couldn't help but asked, "Can you sleep with me?"

The bed is only 1.2 meters, although it can accommodate two adult men, it is still too crowded.

Wen Ran couldn't bear to reject Meng Miandong, so he went to bed.

Meng Miandong was indeed sleepy, yawned, and instinctively burrowed into Wen Ran's arms.

Wen Ran reached out to hug Meng Miandong, looked at Meng Miandong's unguarded eyes, and thought helplessly: Miandong, do you want to sleep with me, or do you not want to sleep with me?

Meng Miandong soon fell asleep, Wen Ran looked at Meng Miandong, suddenly felt tired, set the alarm clock, and fell asleep.

Meng Miandong took a nap in Wen Ran's arms, her mood was high, but when she returned to the office and saw a lot of cartoons, her mood went down again.

After get off work, he had dinner with Wen Ran, and then Wen Ran sent him home.

After returning home, he took out the digital board and began to draw comics. However, since he hadn't drawn for nearly a month, he was already raw and his drawing was extremely bad.

From 08:30 in the evening to [-]:[-] in the morning, he did not get better and better, but it got worse and worse.

He collapsed on the bed, thinking that the last cartoon was worse than the one he drew in elementary school.

With such a bad manga, can he get No.1?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He couldn't see his expression now, but he clearly knew that his face was full of sarcasm, and the target of the sarcasm was of course himself.

At the same time, he felt that it was ridiculous for him to hesitate to tell Wen Ran the truth.

There is no need at all, he and Wen Ran are going very smoothly now, why would they deliberately expose their own lies for the sake of an impossible dream?

He buried his face in the pillow and ordered himself to sleep, but he didn't sleep all night.

He went to work by bus, punched his card, and walked towards Wen Ran's office.

Wen Ran was sitting in front of the computer dealing with some things, when he heard footsteps, he raised his eyes.

Meng Miandong, who came into view, could not hide his pale face even though he was wearing a mask.

He stood up from his seat, walked up to Meng Miandong and said, "Can't you still tell me what happened?"

Meng Miandong didn't answer, but said: "Wen Ran, good morning."

"Miandong, good morning." Wen Ran gave Meng Miandong a good morning kiss, and then sighed, "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you to say it, but if you can't sleep again, I will come back to you Home, watch you sleep."

Meng Miandong didn't say anything, just left a sentence: "I'm going to work", and went out.

That night, as soon as he got home, Meng Miandong drew cartoons again. Because of the cartoons, he suffered from insomnia again.

While brushing his teeth and washing his face, he saw his own face in the mirror, which looked like he was dying.

He didn't want to make Wen Ran worry, and he was afraid of being questioned by Wen Ran, so he didn't go to Wen Ran's office to say good morning to Wen Ran.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wen Ran walked to his desk and said, "Miandong, good morning."

Like an ostrich, he didn't dare to look at Wen Ran, so he just replied in a low voice: "Wen Ran, good morning."

Wen Ran looked at the back of Meng Miandong's neck without stopping, chatted with the editor-in-chief about work matters for a while, and then left.

When he got off work, he didn't let Meng Miandong get off the car and go home by himself like the previous two times, but said to Meng Miandong: "I want to go home with you today."

Meng Miandong remembered that her digital tablet was still on the dining table, and she refused, "No."

In this world, Wen Ran has never heard Meng Miandong speak to him in such a strong tone, he was slightly surprised, but still insisted: "Today I must go home with you and watch you sleep, if this continues, You're going to die suddenly, you know that?"

"I..." Wen Ran was caring about himself, but he lied to Wen Ran, I am really sorry for Wen Ran.

Regardless of whether I want to return to the path of becoming a cartoonist, I should confess to Wen Ran, right?

Meng Miandong took a deep breath, and said to Wen Ran, "Okay."

After Wen Ran parked the car, he went upstairs with Meng Miandong.

Because the rental room was too small, when the door opened, Wen Ran immediately saw the digital tablet on the dining table.

Meng Miandong noticed Wen Ran's gaze, and her body stiffened involuntarily.

He closed the door, walked to the tablet and said, "Do you know what this is?"

Jian Wenran nodded, he closed his eyes and said, "Wen Ran, there are two things I want to confess to you..."

He was afraid that his courage would dissipate, so he continued without waiting for Wen Ran's reaction: "The first thing is, I actually suffer from red face phobia, which makes me blush easily in front of strangers, and I have suffered a lot because of it." so I don't like to stay in crowded places, I don't like to take any public transportation, I want to distance myself from everyone, I don't want to ignore others, and I hope others ignore me, as if I don't exist ;The second thing, I lied to you. I actually liked comics since I was a child. Since cartoonists can support themselves without contacting strangers, my dream is to become a cartoonist. You asked me the other day if I liked comics, Do you usually read comics? Let me tell you that I don’t like it, and I don’t read it, because I have given up on becoming a cartoonist, but now... Wen Ran..."

He choked up and said: "Wen Ran, I want to start drawing comics again, but I can't draw well at all. I even think I can't draw as well as when I was in elementary school. I am very envious of being rejected all the time, and I keep bringing manuscripts. Xu Tu from the editorial department, Xu Tu is always smiling, not at all discouraged. I am also very envious of those who can participate in the manga competition. They are different from me. They will definitely realize their dreams. How much I would be if I didn’t suffer from phobias Well, I can find an ordinary job to support myself, and I don't have the idea of ​​becoming a cartoonist. Why can't I even do the simplest things well? Until now, I haven't talked to anyone in the editorial department. People have looked at each other... Wen Ran..."

The more he talked, the more confused he became, and in the end he even cried.

He wiped away his tears, only to realize that he was too immersed in his emotions, and he hadn't gotten Wen Ran's forgiveness yet.

He looked at Wen Ran fearfully through the water mist, he wanted to see Wen Ran's expression clearly, but his tears couldn't be wiped clean no matter what.

The next second, he was hugged by Wen Ran, Wen Ran kissed his brow and eyes, and said distressedly: "Don't cry."

He tightly wrapped Wen Ran's waist with his hands and said, "Don't you blame me for lying to you?"

Wen Ran patted Meng Miandong's back comfortingly and said, "I don't blame you for lying to me, so don't cry."

Meng Miandong hadn't cried for many years, but she couldn't stop crying like this. She couldn't stop crying until her whole body trembled.

At first the crying was depressing, close to silent, but later, the crying caused the neighbors next door to protest.

Meng Miandong was aggrieved and embarrassed, being kissed by Wen Ran, and finally gradually stopped crying.

Wen Ran was afraid that Meng Miandong's eyes would be swollen tomorrow, so he soaked a towel in cold water, wrung it dry, and put it on Meng Miandong's eyes.

Meng Miandong rested the back of her head on Wen Ran's lap, and Wen Ran sat on the bed.

Meng Miandong had calmed down, and after he calmed down, he suddenly felt that he was actually a very cunning person, because he cried and won Wen Ran's sympathy, and Wen Ran couldn't blame him for his deceitful behavior.

He wanted to apologize to Wen Ran, but heard Wen Ran say: "Miandong, your dream is to become a cartoonist, but it's not because you don't want to meet people, but because you love it, otherwise you wouldn't be crying so sad just now , you haven't slept well these two days, is it because of the comics?"

Is it like this?

He thought for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that what Wen Ran said was right.

He pushed aside the wet towel, looked at Wen Ran and said: "Wen Ran, I'm sorry, I lied to you, you can scold me, you don't need to soften your heart just because I cried."

Wen Ran said affectionately: "I just said that I don't blame you. Is it because you cried that my heart softened. As soon as I saw you, my heart softened so badly."

Meng Miandong reached out to touch Wen Ran's heart, but her fingertips were immediately wet - it was his tears.

He boldly unbuttoned Wen Ran's shirt, which was wet from his crying, and buried his face on the exposed skin of his heart.

Wen Ran stroked the back of Meng Miandong's hairy head, and said, "Miandong, with me by your side, your red-faced phobia will definitely be cured. Starting tomorrow, can you try to see others?"

Unless necessary, Meng Miandong never looked at others, but after hearing what Ran said, he still nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try."

Wen Ran asked again: "Miandong, do you want to participate in the comic contest?"

Meng Miandong was listening to Wen Ran's heartbeat, and when he heard Wen Ran's question, his body tensed up.

Wen Ran noticed that Meng Miandong's body was tense, and changed the subject: "Can I stay today?"