Reborn, I will never be a licking dog

Under the pillow, there was that delicate triangular piece of fabric.

Ye Luojia held it in his hand, but there were many complicated expressions on his cold face at this moment.

She remembered something again, that guy... seems to have washed his face.

She walked briskly into the shower and picked up some kind of half-circle underwear sitting on a shelf.

She touched it lightly, and sure enough... there were some water marks.

Ye Luojia's mind suddenly flashed something unspeakable.

He hasn't come out for such a long time, and he is holding his own things, could it be that he is...

Ye Luojia's pretty face was as hazy as jade, with a little bit of blood seeping through it. Her jade hands trembled slightly, and she held something in her hand and gently put it on the tip of her nose to smell it.

Fortunately, apart from its own fragrance, there is no strange smell.

Ye Luojia breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still blushing, why did he always think about these things now.

……

Xu Zhimu was waiting in the office, feeling somewhat tormented.

Although I don't blame myself for this, Ye Luojia's state is weird today, and his temper seems to have entered menopause early.

Who knows if it will suddenly explode.

Xu Zhimu adjusted his tie and shirt collar back and forth nervously.

Unless this kind of clothes is customized, it will always be more or less inappropriate.

Now, the door opens.

Ye Luojia was still as cold as ice, and there was no sign of a different expression.

However, she came directly in front of Xu Zhimu, those red phoenix eyes were like a boning knife, scraping Xu Zhimu from top to bottom.

Xu Zhimu thought to himself whether he should just admit it or not.

But Ye Luojia had already stretched out his hand, grabbed his tie directly, and raised his other hand.

"Sister Jiajia, don't..."

Xu Zhimu felt that the slap was going to be slapped on his face in the next moment.

But the next moment, the expected slap did not appear on the face, and those white and tender hands gently helped him straighten his collar and tie.

On the contrary, the movements were extremely gentle, just like a wife carefully arranging a tie for her husband.

"Don't what?"

Ye Luojia narrowed her eyes slightly, and while straightening his tie, asked him in a calm tone.

Ye Luojia's hands felt a little cool, occasionally touching Xu Zhimu's neck, and a trace of familiar fragrance rose to his nose.

Moreover, the two of them were standing very close at the moment, Ye Luojia's melon-seeded face, which was not much bigger than a slap, looked more and more delicate, her skin was as clear as jade, and there was no trace of age at all.

Moreover, Ye Luojia was not very old in the first place.

If you put on young people's clothes, you might be considered a junior or senior in college.

Xu Zhimu looked at the cold face close at hand, swallowed his saliva: "Don't be so polite, I can fix it myself..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ye Luojia took a step back after straightening his tie, and continued to look at him again.

Xu Zhimu, who was wearing a suit, lost some of the campus vision, but more of the nobility and demeanor of a rich man.

Moreover, Xu Zhimu's height and figure are maintained very well. Wearing a suit on him, every part looks very docile.

Xu Zhimu was still very confident about his appearance and figure, he coughed dryly and said with a smile: "How about Sister Jiajia, I shouldn't lose face by attending with you, right?"

"Taking human form."

Ye Luojia said something in his mouth, but his eyes still looked at his smiling cheek again.

……

There is still an hour or two before the afternoon meeting.

Ye Luojia finally sat down with Xu Zhimu to talk about the novel.

"Your "Dragon King", are you sure it will be finished at the end of this month?"

When it came to business, Ye Luojia didn't have the temper of those little girls before, and immediately changed the model of a strong woman.

"It's confirmed. I've already made a detailed outline, and it will be finished this month."

Xu Zhimu nodded.

Ye Luojia pushed the screen of the notebook over. This was the background data infographic that she edited.

It can be seen that Xu Zhimu's "Dragon King" book is still in the top ten of the best-selling list in the urban literary world.

The pure subscription income brought in every month is also more than 15, plus rewards and dividends, there are still about [-] a month.

"Although the user stickiness of this kind of urban cool text is not so strong, your starting point is very high. If this book is updated for two or three months, even if it is a little water, you can still get some income. After the end, the income from new subscriptions will be less. gone."

Ye Luojia looked at the data, and found that many people write books at high speed and low speed.

Either the writing style is weak, or the control of the plot is insufficient, or the opening is too exciting, which makes the audience's threshold for the book too high, making it boring.

However, the brilliance of this kind of book in the early stage can still retain some people. As long as it is updated, some people will be willing to read it.

For example, a certain school flower theme book has been updated for more than ten years, and the people who pluck their wool can be regarded as a generation of strange people.

In the later period, the plot was repeated all the time, but the readers couldn't bear to read the feelings, and many people would continue to read it.

Xu Zhimu's book is cool anyway, and he can continue to write it for two or three months, and his income will not be lower than anywhere else.

Now that it's over, it's a waste of so much money.

Xu Zhimu nodded and said: "It is true that I will make less money by finishing it now, but too much water in the later stage will always hurt the feelings of readers and the reputation of the whole book. If I am an investor, I will definitely buy the copyright of this book. I will think again and again whether a series of projects such as comics, film and television dramas will be damaged by this.”

Xu Zhimu continued to explain: "Writing for two or three months longer may earn 40 or 1000 yuan more, but the copyright of my book may not be able to sell for [-] million yuan. Dry."

After Xu Zhimu finished explaining, Ye Luojia looked at him quietly for a while, his eyes flickering slightly, and then opened another page, which was the outline of "Tomb Robber ×" that Xu Zhimu had already written.

"This book is a bit sensitive in terms of subject matter, and there are not many phenomenal related works appearing so far. It is very different from your current urban cool style. I am afraid that your original fans will not easily buy it."

Xu Zhimu smiled confidently: "I firmly believe that Wen Hao can break everything. This book will definitely give everyone a big surprise. I have thought about it. This kind of book is most suitable for physical release and distribution..."

Ye Luojia looked at the confident smile on his face, and the plan he said was extremely clear.

And based on her experience, what he said might actually have a lot to offer.

If it can really maintain the standard he said, this "Tomb Raider Pen ×" may become a milestone work on this subject.

The benefits brought by it are far from being comparable to an urban novel.

It turned out that he was not greedy, but that he was very greedy.

Ye Luojia's eyes became brighter as she watched him talk about his future plans, this kind of confident control of his gestures.

No wonder he is always surrounded by so many little girls. Boys of this age have such abilities, so they will naturally attract flirtatious girls.

"At the reception in the afternoon, there will be many famous writers coming. You can get in touch with them in advance. The circle of writing books is so small, and it will be good for you to get to know more people."

Ye Luojia explained to him again, checked the time, and called the female secretary to come in.

"Prepare the car."

……

Marina City.

In the hospital, An Xiaomi had finished transfusing two bottles of water.

The temperature on the forehead also faded a lot.

For these two or three hours, Liu Ningqing hardly left her. She kept wiping the sweat off her forehead and body with a warm towel.

During the period, Liu Ningqing asked Bai Yaya to go outside to buy some fruit porridge, poured it into a bowl, scooped up a spoonful, put it to her mouth to feel the temperature, and then sent it to An Xiaomi's mouth.

"Thank you, Miss Ningqing."

An Xiaomi has gotten better, but her tone is still a little weak.

She quietly looked at Liu Ningqing who was taking care of her patiently.

I am also amazed again and again in my heart, how can there be such a beautiful and gentle girl in this world.

As a girl, An Xiaomi feels a little fascinated by her angelic halo, no wonder...

"Sure, let's have some porridge, it's not hot." Liu Ningqing held a spoon and fed An Xiaomi little by little, as gently as if caring for a baby.

An Xiaomi looked at her, and suddenly said, "Sister Ningqing, I finally know why he likes you so much."

This was the first time between the two of them talking about Xu Zhimu, Liu Ningqing's eyes moved slightly, and she didn't know what to say.

It's just that when Xu Zhimu is mentioned, the girl's eyes will subconsciously light up with happiness.

An Xiaomi also smiled, but there was some indescribable self-mockery and sourness deep in her eyes.

People suffer too much bitterness, and this sweetness is the deadliest poison.

It was only today that An Xiaomi really understood that maybe when he, who had been enduring his self-willed and vexatious nature, met this gentle girl in front of him.

It was like meeting a light in the dark.

No wonder he likes her so much.

This kind of tenderness and gentleness, girls who are full of eyes on each other, which boy would not like it.

As for myself, I am the unruly princess of the TV series, that childhood sweetheart who didn't know what to do, and that idiot who pushed away the one I like with my own hands...

An Xiaomi looked at Bai Yaya who was drinking milk tea and eating some desserts.

This girl obviously also likes Xu Zhimu, but she resisted to say anything.

Thinking about it, she didn't want to hurt such a gentle Liu Ningqing.

Gentleness is the biggest killer of girls.

The unreconciled flames in An Xiaomi's heart were almost submerged in her gentle and silent, yet overwhelming ocean of tenderness.

"bell……"

When the phone rang, Liu Ningqing took out her mobile phone, and there were not many people in her mobile phone list.

"Qingqing, I've already arrived, have you eaten yet?"

Hearing Xu Zhimu's voice, Liu Ningqing finally let go of her gripping heart: "Well, I've eaten."

"Okay, how is An Xiaomi doing now?"

Liu Ningqing looked at An Xiaomi, and handed her the phone directly.

An Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, and slowly took the phone, but turned on the speakerphone directly, and called out a word softly.

"Brother, I'm fine, Ning Qing has been taking care of me."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Zhimu finally recovered a little strength after hearing her voice, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, remember what I told you, after you go back, you will be the same as Qingqing, you must go to bed after nine o'clock, or you will have to sleep." Wait for me to go back and get cleaned up!"

Liu Ningqing's cheeks flushed immediately, every time this guy said he wanted to clean up himself, he would do something awkward.

Thinking about it, Liu Ningqing suddenly looked at An Xiaomi quietly again, then how would he deal with her, could it be...

An Xiaomi understood something from Liu Ningqing's expression, and then pretended to cough: "Brother, I'm using the speakerphone, and my sister-in-law is right next to me."

"Ahem... so what? My family status says that she means her. If you don't believe me, let her answer the phone!"

"whispering sound!"

Bai Yaya also heard it from the side, and pouted her lips to express her disdain, what a fool this guy is in front of Sister Qingqing.

Wife control is strict!
An Xiaomi returned the phone to Liu Ningqing with a smile, then sat up with a little effort, holding the bowl of porridge in her hand.

"Sister Ningqing, go chat with brother first, I'll just eat by myself."

An Xiaomi smiled and waved to her, and Liu Ningqing left the ward with her mobile phone.

"Qingqing, do you miss me?"

Xu Zhimu's tone suddenly seemed to be a little coquettish.

The corners of Liu Ningqing's mouth twitched slightly, but she pretended not to care and said, "No."

"Lie, let me guess, there must be a puppy giggling in front of the phone right now."

"You are the puppy..."

Liu Ningqing's pretty face flushed, and she scolded him.

"Then tell the truth, do you miss me?"

Liu Ningqing grabbed the phone, and slightly opened her pink mouth: "I think about it, I miss you so much..."

"I'll go back in a few days. You worked hard to take care of her today. I'll give you a warm bed every day as a reward after you go back."

"abnormal……"

Xu Zhimu listened to the shameful pronunciation of the two primary school sisters, and laughed: "Okay, I'm about to start the meeting, and I'll call you at night."

"Well, you should also pay attention to your body."

Liu Ningqing's voice of reluctance came from his hand, Xu Zhimu smiled lightly, and hung up the phone.

Sure enough, no matter when and where, just hearing the voice of the primary school sister is worth it.

At this moment, he has come to the waiting hall of the venue, and he came back from the corridor.

In the specially arranged exclusive room, Ye Luojia was looking at the information in his hand with his lazy legs up.

After he came in, Ye Luojia said coldly: "Have you reported it?"

"Do I still need to report my family status?" Xu Zhimu coughed dryly, then sat on a chair beside him, eating the fruit placed on it.

Ye Luojia's eyes flashed with a complex luster, she glanced at him, and then began to look at the documents in her hand.

Today is a meet-and-greet meeting among writers. In fact, it is a gathering of great masters and up-and-coming stars to promote each other's business.

It can also be regarded as a way to gather votes for the selection of this year's top ten outstanding online novel writers in the next two days.

In the literati world, these identities have a high gold content. With a layer of identities, the writing immediately becomes the work of mainstream writers.

Whether it is the price or the price, it will increase a lot.

"There are quite a few people here now, why don't you go to collect votes?"

Ye Luojia looked at him.

"It's okay, with Sister Jiajia here, what am I afraid of?"

Xu Zhimu wasn't afraid at all, after all, he was already hugging Ye Luojia's thigh.

As the saying goes, the referees are all mine, so what do you use to fight me?

"Why do you think I'll help you?" Ye Luojia flipped through the copywriting with a cold voice.

Xu Zhimu looked at her pretty face, and said, "Because I am your subordinate, if I can be selected, my worth will rise, and Sister Jiajia will naturally benefit you more as the big boss."

Ye Luojia looked at him closely, and suddenly sneered: "Didn't you still be upright before? Why do you want to go through the back door again?"

Xu Zhimu ate a lychee, and said as a matter of course: "If you have an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard, and if you have sister Jiajia's thick golden thigh, then naturally you have to hug it."

What Xu Zhimu said was well-founded, and he took out a freshly peeled lychee and sent it to Ye Luojia.

How did I realize that this person is so shameless...

Ye Luojia looked at him, and then looked down at his slender legs in black silk. Does he still like to hug his thighs?

only……

Ye Luojia raised her eyebrows and narrowed her Danfeng eyes slightly, with a dangerous look in her eyes: "You said just now that my legs are thick?"

Xu Zhimu: ...