After the rebirth I married my nemesis

Chapter 818 Turn around on the Naihe Bridge, wait for me (2)

In my memory, the keyboard that the person always typed on the other end of the voice crackled like firecrackers.

She was always curious about what he was doing at that time, and finally couldn't help asking him once: "Shen Lin, why do you knock on the keyboard so loudly every time?"

He was silent for a while, and replied: ... Don't you think it would be cooler?
Qianxi: "..."

It turns out that the great god is also narcissistic.

Looking back, he saw Fu Zhilin typing on the keyboard, but Junyan was not emotional, and stared at the screen intently, lines of codes flashed by.

The keyboard clicks just because mechanical keyboards do, not because it's cool.

In fact, he was not playing cool at that time, but he was too lazy to explain to himself.

Thinking about it carefully, I really know very little about him.

I don't know his name, don't know his age, don't know what he looks like, let alone what he does.

Perhaps the words he said from the beginning to the end were just to have fun online, and he never took them seriously.

It's just that I was naive, I believed it wishfully, and I was serious.

"Qianxi, Qianxi..." Fu Zhilin called her twice, seeing that she didn't respond, he looked sideways at her.

Qian Xi came back to her senses and looked at him blankly, "What's wrong?"

"Bring me a hot towel," he said.

"Oh." She nodded, got up and asked someone for a clean hot towel, then fetched hot water to heat the towel, and brought it over.

Fu Zhilin's eyes stayed on the screen, he controlled the keyboard with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand in front of her, "Give me a warm compress."

Is his wrist uncomfortable?
This idea came to Qianxi's mind, and he stretched out his hand to roll up his sleeves, only to find a three-centimeter scar on his arm, curved like an ugly centipede.

His hand hurts and it hurts when typing on the keyboard, so he needs a hot compress to relieve it? !
Qianxi wrapped the hot towel around his wrist, where his thumb was in the tiger's mouth.

Countless questions flooded my mind.

Like why did his hands hurt?

For another example, do his hands hurt when he hits the keyboard?
and also……

After seeing his focused expression, a series of doubts finally disappeared between his lips and teeth.

Now is not the time to ask this, and why should I be curious about his affairs?

…………

In the second half of the night, the whole city seemed to be asleep, only the base of Luoshengtang was brightly lit, and the sound of the keyboard was changing. Everyone was exhausted, but they were so focused that they didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated crazily.

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes focused on the man who had not changed his position all night.

Lu Shiyu's black eyes looked at the darkness outside the window at some point, and the light in his eyes was dimmer than the night outside the window.

The phone was still vibrating, but he didn't seem to hear it, completely indifferent.

"Senior..." Qianxi couldn't help calling him.

It was only then that Lu Shiyu realized that he turned his head mechanically, and his eyes fell on the phone.

The four words "unknown number" were displayed on the lit screen, and a beat was missed unexpectedly.

As if realizing something, the eagle-like black eyes looked at Fu Zhilin.

Fu Zhilin immediately connected the phone to the computer with a data cable, and handed the phone to Lu Shiyu after ten seconds.

Thin callused fingers tapped the green answer, and just after putting the phone to the ear, two cold words spilled out from the thinned lips: "...Nora."

　Babies who can’t wait remember to vote for a recommendation, then punch a card and leave a message.By the way, my other name is: Slow Wind, you know it!

　　


(End of this chapter)