Throwing down my husband: reuniting in a forgotten time

He sat down.

Although wearing casual clothes, he still maintains a soldier's style.The four are flat and steady, and the body is straight.

Hualou suddenly felt a huge sense of oppression in the small space of the bedroom, and even the air became thinner.

She had to admit that her husband's handsome appearance caught her attention. His body shape and outline are completely suitable for the part-time job of sculpture. However, he can only watch from a distance, not imitate. If she is asked to sit like that for an hour , it is estimated that her old waist will be glorious...

Looking away from him, lamenting that the room is like a human being, army green, tofu cubes, meticulous...

not her style...

She didn't even know where to sit, would he get mad if he messed up his room?

Taking a peek at his big black face, she fumbled out the notebook in a desperate manner—a must-have equipment for hard-working coders.

Thinking about the manuscript and updates, she opened the notebook casually, QQ automatically logged in, and then the editor's avatar flashed in the corner.

She clicked on it, and the editor's blown kisses burst into flames: Dear, tomorrow's big picture, guaranteed [-].

puff……

She didn't vomit blood, she died of blood...

The corner of the monitor reminds her that there are still five hours before midnight tomorrow, and fourteen hours before nine o'clock tomorrow morning. At her speed of a thousand words per hour, unless she doesn't sleep tonight...

For those who are hard-pressed to code words, such things as Jiageng are a booster. She was beaten to death immediately, revived in a full state, and opened the word immediately.

Well, she is a dedicated writer, well, in the face of such a serious matter as code words, she has to temporarily put down her task...

Until, a steady and deep voice sounded behind him, "That... who... let's talk."

She gritted her teeth and banged on the keyboard.Not calling her!Not calling her!She's not called "that"!Not called "who" either!

"Can we talk?" the papaya thought she didn't hear, and kept asking.

She took a deep breath, continued to gnash her teeth, and said that the keyboard was about to break!

So, under the light, a black shadow was projected on the desk, and she knew that he was approaching, and unexpectedly, a numbness rose from the vest to the top of her head.

"Excuse me... do you have time now?"

This super papaya!Was she thanking him for not calling her "you"?

She raised her head and faced his big black face, "Excuse me, are you calling me?"

His innocent expression, looking left and right, means there are other people in the room?

"I thought you were calling!" She raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile on her face, she continued to bury her head in typing, but suddenly remembered that he was behind her, and hurriedly minimized the word.

The intention of this action couldn't be more obvious, Papaya, like him, also understood that she didn't want to show him, so he gave up the idea of ​​talking to her.

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