Mr. Ji's morning star

Chapter 362 Do You Want To Come To Sleep In My Room?

When Ji Mochen took a shower and then entered the study, he saw Nancy sitting at the desk with a deep smile on his face.

Seeing Ji Mochen coming in, Nancy raised her eyes and glanced at his hair.

Probably because he wanted to be a good example and didn't want to be slapped in the face by what he just did, Ji Mochen's hair wasn't wet.Maybe it was freshly blow-dried and looked a little fluffier than usual.Even though there was a handsome face under the soft black hair, it still made Nancy want to touch it.

Ji Mochen also held documents and a laptop in his hand, and chose a chair to sit down, just to the right of Nancy.

He didn't speak, he turned on the computer and put it on the small tea table aside, and the small table was filled with a stack of documents and then put down.

Only then did Nancy realize that it was not that Ji Mochen was not busy, but that she rarely saw him when he was busy.

Nancy, who originally didn't like her domain being invaded, saw that Ji Mochen was still calm, so she just moved her lips.

After all, she has already planned to try to fall in love with him, and she is half of her, so she should be more tolerant of her lover.

Nancy retracted her gaze, put it back on the notebook, and sent Ye Mo the photo of the previously completed painting, then closed the webpage, intending to concentrate on writing.

The first volume of "Yanhuang" has almost been completed, and it is enough to write the suspense in the latter part.

Nancy calculated the time, and when "Yanhuang" came out, it happened to be the stable period of "Morning Light".

Time passed slowly, neither Nancy nor Ji Mochen unconsciously concentrated on their work in a peaceful environment without feeling the passage of time.

Whether it's the sound of Nancy typing on the keyboard, or Ji Mochen's sound of flipping through documents, it constitutes a reassuring rhythm.

After finishing the last paragraph, Nancy regained her senses from writing, and while stretching her waist, she suddenly saw Ji Mochen's figure from the corner of her eye and was stunned for a while.

Immediately, he realized that Ji Mochen had been here for a long time. Except for a slight change in posture, it seemed that he hadn't moved from his original position since he came in.

On the other hand, Ji Mochen finished processing the documents on the table next to him and put them on the other side.

At this time, Ji Mochen was looking at the notebook, thinking like he was stumped by some question, in a daze?

Among the two choices of scaring him badly and not disturbing him, Nancy finally chose the latter.

With Ji Mochen's vigilance, maybe she will be noticed by the other party before she gets close. At that time, don't say it's scary, don't let others make excuses, it's good.

After thinking about it for several years, Nancy made the completed manuscript into a document, first confirmed the author's copyright on the official literature website, and then sent it directly to Tang Ji's mailbox.

It's not that Tang Ji can't be trusted, it's just that he has the experience of the original owner's stolen song, and after understanding the rules of this world, he is generally prepared.

After finishing all this, Nancy felt that she could take a break. After closing the document, she found that there was a private message in her account.

It turned out that Ye Mo was online and replied to the message she sent him before, which was the painting.

Ye Mo: Can you give me the original?

Faced with such a direct request, Nancy also answered yes directly.

Nancy didn't ask him for the delivery address. According to the last delivery address, isn't it Uncle Mo's place?

Nancy couldn't help thinking amusedly, what kind of courier is needed? When she goes directly to the company, she can just take it there.

Anyway, Mo Yunhai would not believe that she was the descendant of the dragon, and those who paid attention to the descendant of the dragon in the literary circle knew that she was the spokesperson of the descendant of the dragon.

After a short period of silence, Nancy thought Ye Mo had already gone offline, and was considering whether to go offline too, or to ask him what he said last time?According to what he said last time, to succeed, one person's strength is far from enough, and more consultation is needed.

Thinking about it this way, Nancy also sent a copy of the manuscript that she had just sent to Tang Ji to Ye Mo, as well as her outline manuscript for deepening her memory, which is pure mythological content and character design.

Leave a message to Ye Mo: If you need anything, just come to me.

Nancy, who was about to turn off the dialogue, saw a message pop up from Ye Mo.

Ye Mo: Let's meet up.

"..."

Nancy didn't react for a while, and after a few seconds, she replied hesitantly: "Meet me?"
Ye Mo replied very quickly this time, as if after saying that sentence, there was no longer any hesitation in the following words.

——Well, meet in reality.

Nancy: "..."

this……

Logically speaking, Nancy also wanted to see Ye Mo.

Just thinking about this possibility, the heart beats involuntarily, full of joy and anticipation.

She was unexpectedly calm in this mood, calmly thinking about the relationship between herself and Ye Mo, from the first acquaintance to the present.

She seems to have played a joke with Ye Mo, deliberately making Ye Mo misunderstand that the descendant of the dragon and Nancy are two people, and the descendant of the dragon still likes Nancy?
Although Ye Mo also joked with her later, saying that he was pursuing Nancy.

That is, in the vacancy that Nancy was struggling with, Ye Mo's message came again.

--Not available?
Nancy took a breath.

Seeing a netizen, a netizen who has such a tacit understanding, and has common hobbies and topics, so there is nothing to worry about.

Not far away, Ji Mochen focused his eyes on the computer, tapped the keyboard with both hands, and a sentence was forming in the dialog box: If it is inconvenient, then...

Before he finished entering his information, a message popped up in the dialog box.

Descendants of the Dragon: I will be in City B recently, please tell me the time and place.

Ji Mochen's phoenix eyes deepened.

City B.

He deleted the previous text and thought about it for a few seconds.

—I have arranged to inform you.

Descendants of the Dragon: OK.

It seems that there is nothing to talk about here.

Nancy glanced at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and it took so long without her noticing.

She told Ye Mo that it was time to sleep, and she logged out of the account.

In fact, she was playing a small trick by deliberately saying the word "will be here soon", which also made people guess against the conditions. This person just came to City B not long ago, and he was not in City B before, or not long ago. Will leave city B.

Nancy, who closed the notebook, looked at Ji Mochen, and found that Ji Mochen seemed to have completed the work, and the two looked up as soon as they looked up.

Nancy smiled charmingly, "Will you come to sleep in my room today?"

Ji Mochen said: "Okay."

Nancy gave a wicked smile.

I haven't adapted to the current Ji Zha, which is different from the previous Ji Zha who was pure and clean.

As the saying goes, the words that are spoken are the water that is poured out.

Nancy tried her best to save face, and calmly called Ji Mochen out of the study together.

When passing by Ji Mochen's room, Ji Mochen stopped.

Nancy raised an eyebrow.

Ji Mochen said: "I'll put things first."

He still holds the files and notebooks he just finished.

Nancy said: "Don't wait for the time." She left first.

After returning to her room, Nancy closed the door, counter-conditionally planned to lock the door, and stopped halfway.

"What am I afraid of? I want to do something as cowardly as locking the door."

Nancy, who put down her hand, ignored the door, changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed.

After a busy day today, and finally finished the first volume of "Yanhuang", Nancy almost fell asleep on the bed.

There is a slight "click" sound.

The door was pushed open.

(End of this chapter)