Bamboo horse is not a gentleman

Chapter 17

"Oh, dear, I hate it, but you still saw it through." The woman was stunned for a moment, and then let out a sneering laugh, "Li Yan came out, do you know? I think you should have known it a long time ago? Why not Tell us, it hurts..."

"Li Xueshan, please don't call me that, no matter from a legal or substantive point of view, everything about me has nothing to do with you."

The woman paused for a moment, then spoke again, the sweetness in her voice obviously faded:
"Lu Bai, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. Anyway, in my heart, you will always be my fiancé. If you really don't want to go home, just read the news of the past few days. If so, you still don't plan to come back, then I will I won't bother you anymore."

After finishing speaking, Li Xueshan hung up the phone.

Lu Bai threw the handset heavily on the phone, his eyes were cold and gloomy like never before.

At this time, there was a soft knock on the door, as if a little furry paw was scratching the door.

Lu Bai's heart twitched slightly, imagining the scene where a woman with fluffy hair appeared on tiptoe like a familiar and cute little animal.The coldness in his eyes dissipated, he put the receiver away, turned around and strode back to the desk to sit down:
"Come in."

Yuan Qing walked in carrying a light-colored tray. On the tray were steaming black tea and a freshly bought cream cake. The fragrance of the black tea and the sweetness of the cream squeezed into the room like two naughty children with a lively atmosphere. A room full of lonely books.

"It's not tea time yet."

Yuan Qing glared at Writer Lu Da angrily:
"Stupid, the cake won't taste good until then!"

After finishing speaking, the woman quickly placed the tray in front of him, and then left on her own.

Lu Bai watched Yuan Qing's exquisite and slender figure disappear outside the study door, and then looked at the cake with strawberries embedded in front of him. The bright color and dreamy and alluring fragrance made him unable to resist. Use the small spoon on the side of the plate to scoop a little into your mouth.

Tsk, it's really too sweet.

After the interview failed, in the next two days, everything seemed to be calm again.

Lu Bai continued his endless career of drafting, Yuan Qing devoted herself to her job as a nanny and assistant, and occasionally looked at her mobile phone subconsciously, but no other company called.Although she will never go for an interview again, if a well-known group company like Yaoyang calls her, at least it proves that the work experience she has accumulated in the past few years is not in vain. Feeling extremely frustrated.

In this way, at lunchtime on Wednesday, writer Lu Da ruthlessly took away Yuan Qing's favorite chicken wings:

"Are you still thinking about job hopping?"

Sometimes, Yuan Qing suspects that writer Lu Da's nerves are thinner than plant fibers, and his insight is too sharp.

"No, no, I just want to see if my mother has called me."

"The most basic liars always have wandering eyes, tongue-tied, and dare not look into the eyes of others."

"Have you finished your manuscript? Otherwise, Xia Weiwei will go crazy again!"

"By the way, there is one more thing to add - always changing the subject involuntarily."

In a fit of anger, Yuan Qing took advantage of Lu Bai's inattention, put the second last handmade fish ball on the plate into his own bowl, and swallowed it at the speed of light under someone's speechless gaze.

"You've become fat." Lu Bai raised the corners of his mouth in a half-smile.

"That's an illusion." Yuan Qing raised his head and chest up, confident and confident, picking up vegetables like flying.

At this time, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Yuan Qing looked suspiciously through the cat's eyes, and it was Xia Weiwei who came.As soon as the door was opened, a gust of fragrant wind rushed towards her face. Xia Weiwei wore a lotus-colored windbreaker, black leather pants and low boots, wrapped in light make-up and plain, very elegant, holding a pink gift box in her hand, faintly exuding a sweet fragrance smell.

"Food, here you are."

Xia Weiwei neatly stuffed the heavy gift box into Yuan Qing's hands, took out her exclusive "Hello kitty" slippers from the shoe cabinet, and entered the room very naturally.

"Braised pork, roast duck and fish balls, this is not to make you fat, but the rhythm of eating dumplings." After finishing speaking, Xia Weiwei glanced at Yuan Qing gracefully, and stood up and down.

Before the green plums were fried, Lu Bai put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said calmly:
"The deadline for "The Dust of Time" has not yet arrived, what can I do?"

"Why ask questions knowingly." Xia Weiwei gave Writer Lu Da a white look, and simply sat down on the sofa not far from the dining table.

"I'm not going."

"Isn't it just a collection of folk songs, and it can increase your popularity if you go there."

"Is one Changshan not enough?"

"I've checked. This interview has nothing to do with that man. It's an event jointly organized by the Lucheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Propaganda Department of the Anqing Municipal Party Committee. Internet writers and editors from all over the country participated in the interview. They are in charge of interviewing this event. The reporter is also a reporter from "Metropolis Daily", which is more famous than "Lucheng Daily", you just need to follow the news gathering team and cooperate with the itinerary..."

"I still have manuscripts to catch up."

"Isn't it just a trip back to Anqing? What's the big deal!"

Lu Bai suddenly stood up from the dining table and strode towards the study.

Over the years, Lu Bai's attitude towards Xia Weiwei has always been polite and clear, with a clear distinction between public and private to the point of almost indifference, but it was the first time that he interrupted her so impolitely.

Xia Weiwei bit her lip, her face was pale, and she watched Lu Bai close the study door full of unwillingness.

Seeing the dispute between the two, Yuan Qing felt a little understanding, but also a little confused:

"Isn't it just a collection of styles? Why..."

"What do you understand?" Xia Weiwei turned her head, her eyes were cold and sharp, "Don't think that he let you live in, you are special. In fact, you are like me, you know nothing, you are nothing."

After all, Xia Weiwei left without looking back.

Throughout the afternoon, Lu Bai did not leave the study room.

Yuan Qing sat absent-mindedly in the living room, chatting casually with members of the "Lu Fan" group with a laptop in hand.

Akechi Kogoro: [Xiao Qingqing, you are a little out of shape today, is it because you are waiting for Lu Bai to finish the draft, which leads to lack of sleep. 】

Black Angel: [I see, did you quarrel with our family Lu Bai? "]

Ren Saburo Guhata: [Maybe I'm jealous of Irene, what, the love triangle is so explosive! 】

Conan lives next door: [There is only one truth. 】

Hanamaki: [Yeah, if you rule out all the impossible, the rest, no matter how impossible, is the truth. 】

Akechi Kogoro: [So, the truth is...]

Hanamaki: [The truth is that Xiao Qingqing is shy. 】

As expected of being a fan of Lu Da's writer, it's so cruel!

Yuan Qing was speechless and had no choice but to run away: 【Bye, I'm going to have dinner. 】

Yuan Qing closed the Koukou chat page, the door of the study suddenly opened, and Lu Bai walked out with steady steps, his lips were slightly pursed, and there was no special expression on his three-dimensional and delicate facial features, as if he had forgotten the relationship with Xia Weiwei before. dispute.

"I'm a little tired today, and I don't want to code, let's go out for dinner together."

"Okay." Yuan Qing put down his laptop, stood up from the sofa, put on his coat following the man's steps, and walked out of the hallway.

The two walked along the corridor one after the other, and the sound of their footsteps overlapped unknowingly.

When he reached the elevator entrance, Lu Bai suddenly looked at her:
"Why don't you ask anything?"

"Everyone has their own castle." Yuan Qing didn't know why, maybe he was with writer Lu Da every day, and he became literary and artistic under his influence, "Every castle has many rooms, not all rooms can Open it and display it in full view. Even the closest person, with the most keys, may not be able to open all the rooms."

Lu Bai raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his lips, and his black eyes flashed brightly:
"I can write this passage into a novel."

Yuan Qing gave him a white look:
"You are stealing copyright."

Lu Bai smiled, with a gentle smile, and rubbed Qing Mei's head:
"No, it's plagiarism at best.

(End of this chapter)