Back to modern times, Her Majesty the Queen and I are both laid off

Chapter 213 I'm scared

It was raining outside in the morning. Now in mid-spring, there is more rainfall and the sky outside looks gloomy. Weather like this is very suitable for staying at home.

There was a roar outside and the rain hit the window strings. After breakfast, Lin Luo turned on the computer and started editing videos, while Jiang Li was watching a drama on his mobile phone.

It's still the Qin Empire. She has already caught up with the third part, which is about the generation of King Qin Zhaoxiang. Sometimes she admires those who make TV series. A historical event is mentioned in the history books, but with just a few strokes, But these people who make TV series can surprisingly produce several, or even a dozen, episodes for you.

Especially for biographies, when placed in historical records, a character's life may only consist of a few sentences or even a few words.

For example, in the two consecutive dramas, there is always a main character appearing - the Queen Mother Qin Xuan.

When Jiang Li once looked through the history books, he didn't have much idea about this person. After all, there were only a hundred and eighty records about this person in the history books.

However, in the TV series, he became the main character, from beginning to end, and the two dramas together had dozens of episodes.

But the overall content is consistent with the history books. It just improves the details, enriches the dialogues of the characters, makes the characters three-dimensional, and adds some content that is not recorded in the history books, let alone the unofficial histories.

As for whether these contents are true or false, she would take them seriously anyway and would not take them seriously.

It’s a TV series, just watch it for fun.

Good looking, love to watch.

The two of them were doing their own things, and no one disturbed the other. Even Fat Tiger lay there quietly and took a nap, and the whole morning slipped away quietly.

At noon, Jiang Li put down her phone and looked out the window. It was still raining outside, and she turned her eyes back to Lin Luo.

At this time, Lin Luo was typing on the keyboard to write copy. Jiang Li had to admit one thing. In terms of typing speed, this guy was much faster than him.

However, compared with her literary level, it is not worth mentioning at all.

"How much money do you make now doing this?"

"A few cents or so."

How many cents?

That's nothing, it's nothing compared to her live broadcast. At this level, this piece of shit actually had the nerve to gloat last night.

As a person who has escaped vulgar taste and has a high moral standard, Jiang Li does not take pleasure in others' misfortunes like him. At most, he feels balanced in his heart.

At this time, Lin Luo continued: "It was like this in the beginning. Now it is a process of accumulating fans. When the amount of posts is enough, the audience will slowly accumulate. When the time comes, people will naturally look at the previous videos, so that others The number of views on the video will also increase, and then you will make money. To put it bluntly, you will accumulate more and more."

"The same goes for my live broadcast, right?"

".right."

After a moment of silence, Lin Luo still nodded regardless of his conscience. In fact, posting videos and live broadcasts are completely different. As long as the quality of the videos is good, it will turn around one day. However, live broadcasts are purely a matter of luck. In other words, compared to posting videos, There is a greater element of luck.

"Are your legs tired from being curled up like this? Come over and let me press them for you."

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Jiang Li stared at him for a while, then looked down at his legs. After a while, he raised his head again and looked at Lin Luo, asking him a soul torture: "Why do you always use high-sounding rhetoric? Cover up your true intentions?”

"It's more respectable this way and you'll find it easier to accept."

"I don't think so."

"Then stretch your legs over and let me touch them, and then let me touch your feet."

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I feel so now.

Compared with the former, Jiang Li felt that he really couldn't accept such straightforward words.

Of course, the former one is not very acceptable, but the difference is this, one is very unacceptable, and the other is not very able. After a moment of silence, she stretched out her leg and touched it, but it wouldn't last long anyway. It was almost noon, and it was time to cook.

Lin Luo turned her legs sideways and put them in her arms. Unfortunately, it was still mid-spring and it was raining outside. She was wearing pants on her legs and socks on her feet. She couldn't touch anything through the layer of fabric.

Fortunately, it is expected that the weather will heat up completely in a while, and it will be summer, his favorite season.

In that hot season, you can't wear long sleeves and long pants, right?

When the time comes, Gaolu will buy her two skirts to wear.

However, Lin Luo feels that when the weather gets really hot, even if the emperor is really willing to wear a skirt, it will be a lady's skirt that reaches the ankles, and socks will probably be worn as usual. After all, in her perception, feet are the most important parts of the body. It must not be exposed, it is very rude.

So in the summer, her outfit may be a long skirt and cotton socks.

This seems better?

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Luo was just about to scratch his head and write the copy. Then he remembered last night and tilted his head and said, "I have something to ask you."

Jiang Li pretended to watch the show calmly, as if nothing had happened, trying not to look in his direction. When he heard this, he just raised his eyes slightly, and then asked: "What?"

“What’s the difference between a bed and a sofa?”

"Ok?"

Seeing that she didn't understand, Lin Luo explained in detail: "On the sofa, why are you willing to give up hugs and kisses, and are you willing to stretch your legs over for me to touch? Why are you not willing on the bed?"

It's quite puzzling. You can let me touch and kiss you on the sofa, and you can also hold me while watching a show. Why can't I do it in bed?

For example, last night, it was fine if I wasn't allowed to watch the show, but the next best thing would be to give the head office a kiss, right?

The result still didn't work.

Is there a difference between a sofa and a bed?

"you are wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to do it on the couch either."

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Lin Luo lowered his head and looked at the legs in his arms. His legs were stretched into my arms. Are you saying you don't want to?

Taking a step back, even if you really don’t want to, you will be more resistant to some intimate actions, but you will eventually acquiesce. Even if it is touching your legs or feet, you will not be too resistant.

But once you get to bed, it's different. Let alone intimacy, it's not enough to get close. You have to put a big bear in the middle to sleep.

The former can be explained by being reserved, likes to be tight, holding things straight, etc., but the latter cannot be explained simply by being reserved.

At this time, Jiang Li said again: "It will be very obscene in bed."

"Then it's not obscene on the sofa, right?"

"Equally nasty."

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He was interrupted mid-sentence, and Lin Luo choked for a moment before continuing: "Since they are all obscene, it means there is no difference. Then when you go to bed tonight, how about you put that stuffed bear away?"

As he said that, he turned his head and looked out the window. It was raining heavily, and the raindrops were banging on the window. "At this rate, I estimate that the rain may last all night. If we take the big bear away, we can wait until there is thunder at night." You can hide in my arms in fear."

"I'm not afraid of thunder."

"Then I can hide in your arms. I'm afraid of thunder."

PS: There was a power outage at one or two o'clock in the morning last night. I was told to call at seven o'clock, but it didn't come. The call didn't come until seven o'clock in the evening.

It’s outrageous. It’s already 4202 years ago, and there’s still a power outage for a day.

(End of this chapter)