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Chapter 786 "Young" Internet Writer (22, please recommend a monthly ticket)

"No."

Wu Lan shook her head with a smile.

Of course she knew very well that the other party had misunderstood.

He's here for a blind date, but he's not the one he's on a blind date with - Wu Lan has seen a photo of "Mr. He" on WeChat, and he doesn't look like the man in front of him at all.

"Forehead"

Dong Wenlei's smile suddenly froze, and he raised his hand to touch his nose again, so embarrassed that he didn't know how to answer.

He just wanted to suddenly open a crack in the ground at this time, so that he could hide in and avoid Wu Lan's smiling eyes that seemed to be talking.

"When you come on a blind date, don't you even look at the photo of the person you're dating?"

Wu Lan actually wears colored contact lenses, which make her eyes look bigger and brighter. After all, she is 40 years old, and she has long been unable to have big eyes that flicker like a little girl.

However, at this time her eyes and the corners of her raised mouth still looked bright, which made Dong Wenlei feel like a spring breeze and feel at ease.

"No, when I went home during the Spring Festival, my mother arranged a lot of blind date tasks for me. For several days in a row, I met one at noon and one at night. Uh"

Dong Wenlei complained about his mother's words too smoothly, and he remembered it after he finished speaking, as if this was not something worth showing off.

"Hehe, this is actually a very normal thing. Old people, they all want their children to live well. Maybe what they say and do is different from what our generation thinks, but we still have to try to communicate with each other. Understand, and some things, as we grow older, we will understand what they said in the past that we can't listen to."

Wu Lan didn't laugh at him, Dong Wenlei felt very comfortable listening to that gentle tone.

"Yes, I'm actually not too young now, and I can indeed slowly understand what they said before."

Dong Wenlei nodded.

"So you were also on a blind date that day?"

Wu Lan asked with a smile.

This is purely about finding a topic.

Dong Wenlei didn't look like he was very good at chatting with girls. When chatting, he either embarrassed himself or ended the topic. Wu Lan didn't know how to continue the original topic.

"No, why do you have a blind date on New Year's Eve? I was working at the time."

Dong Wenlei followed Wu Lan's topic.

"Work? Also, you brought a laptop, so you're a programmer?"

Wu Lan doesn't know much about programmers, but when she thinks of computers, she subconsciously thinks of programmers.

I still have to work on New Year's Eve, and only programmers work overtime day and night like this, right?

"No, I'm actually an internet writer. Yes, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Dong Wenlei. I'm 37 years old and I'm an internet writer."

Dong Wenlei stretched out his hand.

"Hi, my name is Wu Lan."

Wu Lan reached out her hand and shook him lightly.

37 years old, so young.
Wu Lan in [-], looking at Dong Wenlei in [-], was secretly lamenting the passing of time and the passing of time
However, Wu Lan still has a certain understanding of the profession of Internet writers.After all, in the current film and television drama circle, many projects are found in online literature, and many very popular masterpieces have been shot.In the past, when Wu Lan was in Haotian Shengshi, when she contacted Su Wei with the crew, there were many crews who made online works!

"So you want to update every day? Do you have to write every day?"

"Basically, it's like this, all year round, 360 for five days, and 360 for five days to be updated. Of course, you can also save some drafts, and you can use them to top up when you are too busy with things. But in general , I still have to write every day, otherwise I won’t be able to keep the manuscript for too long.”

When Dong Wenlei talked about the work he did, he felt that his mental outlook had reached a new level.

The nervous performance just now is gone, and I can talk non-stop.

However, from this conversation, Wu Lan can still tell that Dong Wenlei, a 37-year-old man, doesn't seem to have much experience in love.

Because a man with rich experience in love knows how to hide it!
As soon as you come up, you tell all about yourself, and that woman has no interest in you.

This has nothing to do with insincerity, women like mystery, the more you are like a mystery, the more she wants to explore the mystery, the more she wants to have a deeper understanding of you.

Like the "Mr. He" who Wu Lan wanted to go on a blind date with, he did introduce his marriage experience "candidly", but what he said was very brief and subjective.

Regarding the size of his factory, the amount of his assets, and his hobbies, He Jingming never mentioned it, or he said it in an ambiguous way, making it unpredictable.

Obviously, this person should not be a fuel-efficient lamp, maybe he is a veteran of the flower garden!

Wu Lan has no interest in veterans in the flower bed.

"What works have you written? If you have time, I can read them."

Wu Lan couldn't tell if she was being polite, or if she really wanted to see it.

"Well, I have written a lot, but most of them hit the street, and a few scores are not bad. They are all male-popular articles. I don't know if you girls like to read them."

Dong Wenlei started scratching his head again.

"Om."

At this moment, Wu Lan's mobile phone vibrated.

She picked it up and took a look.

It was the "Mr. He" who had arrived.

He first apologized to Wu Lan, saying that he was delayed for a few minutes because of something, and now that he has arrived at the underground parking lot, he will come up immediately.

In fact, he was not late, and it was still ten minutes before eleven o'clock.

"That's the end of today's chat! My side is about to start too. It's a pleasure to meet you, Writer Dong."

Wu Lan subconsciously adopted the general manager's tone, as if she was interviewing a job applicant.

"Ah, okay. No, you don't need to call me Writer Dong, I'm not considered a writer, just an ordinary writer."

Dong Wenlei shook Wu Lan's hand again.

"No, I believe in you, you will definitely become a great writer!"

Wu Lan was just being polite, but when Dong Wenlei's gentle voice and firm eyes reached Dong Wenlei, it was like a powerful energy injected into his heart.

"Okay, thank you."

Dong Wenlei nodded gratefully.

Wu Lan took her hand away, turned around and found a seat by the window to sit down. Dong Wenlei hesitated for a moment, but sat back and withdrew his possibly abrupt eyes.

But he still couldn't help sneaking a few glances by looking at the ceiling.

Wu Lan is not a beauty, but her facial features are quite beautiful, and she has lived a regular life in Shanghai for the past two years, and still has time to go to the gym. Compared with when she first went to Shanghai, she has lost a lot of weight.

Of course, what attracted Dong Wenlei even more was actually Wu Lan's intellectual radiance, which made her every move, every frown and smile seem to be full of charm!

"Miss Wu."

Just when Dong Wenlei was thinking wildly, a loud voice brought him back to reality.

I saw a middle-aged man who was also wearing a shirt and suit appearing beside Wu Lan. Although he looked a bit older, he was full of energy and imposing, making him look extraordinary!

Moreover, the tall figure and the Chinese character face that Dong Wenlei thought was much more handsome than himself made Dong Wenlei feel even more dwarfed by himself.

no comparison
Dong Wenlei sighed in his heart.

Wu Lan didn't have a good impression of this "Mr. He".

Although the other party behaved very gentlemanly, did not show off his car keys, and took the initiative to remove the disposable gloves for Wu Lan, although the other party was indeed one of the more handsome old men, although the other party's conversation was indeed very stylish , I can accurately find topics that I can chat with Wu Lan.

But he is a scumbag!
　Thanks to fatfox911 and Autumn Shenguang for their rewards! ! (づ￣ 3￣)づ

　　
　
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