After Being Bent by Reader

In fact, Murong Shi has two numbers, one for external use at work and the other for private use to contact relatives and friends. The latter is left for Xu Chuanchuan. Unless her uncle Murong Mingkun and Linda betray her, it is impossible for Xu Chuanchuan to find out that this is her number.

Murong Shi contemplated, when did it start?

It seems that after she followed someone's Weibo, Xu Chuanchuan began to doubt her identity. I really can't see that people who are usually so dull and dull are so sensitive and delicate in their minds.

Although occasionally teasing Xu Chuanchuan can relieve the boredom, Murong Shi really didn't want to rack his brains every time to deal with her temptation, and simply sent her Linda's address.

"Boom boom boom——"

As the knock on the door stopped, Murong Mingshu's voice came in through the door panel: "Xiao Shi, are you still asleep?"

Murong Shi moved his attention away from the screen of the phone, and shouted at the door: "Mom, it's still early."

"I'm not here to urge you to sleep. I heard a cat barking inside just now. When did you raise a cat?"

Murong Shi said with a flushed face and said, "Mom, you heard me wrong. I didn't have a cat. What I just showed was a video."

"This way, I was shocked. It's okay, it's okay, I'll go to your Aunt Lian to watch TV."

The footsteps are getting smaller and smaller, and finally can't be heard.

Murong Shi couldn't laugh or cry.

Murong Mingshu is allergic to all animal hair, so their family has never had a pet.

She had been lying on the bed, and suddenly a strange number in the same city called in. She thought it was a harassing call. Seeing that the last four numbers are "4223", she always feels where she has seen this number.

She just hesitated slightly and she remembered it. Not long ago, she asked Linda to check this number for her.

Fortunately, she has a good memory, otherwise she would be exposed if she rashly answered.

Unexpectedly, Xu Chuanchuan would come over. Murong Shi did not expect it. The situation forced her to learn a few meows. She was so vivid that she was shocked.

This is probably the most neurotic thing she has ever done in twenty-six years, and I don’t know if the words are poisonous. Since reading someone’s novel, Murong Shi found that her behavior became more and more out of her control. . Especially in the dead of night at night.

If Xu Chuanchuan still doesn't give up... then she can only make a ruthless move.

A cup of yogurt was not enough to calm Xu Chuanchuan's mood at the moment, so she went to get another cup.

After the computer was turned on, QQ automatically logged in successfully, and she drank up her yogurt.

After a long hiccup on the screen, Xu Chuanchuan felt extremely depressed when she remembered Murong Shi's evaluation of her in the office during the day. She clicked on someone's head.

Xu Chuanchuan: "Are you insulting my IQ? You are clearly lying to me [grief]"

The first half of the sentence was only spoken to her today by Murong Shi, and now Xu Chuanchuan feels it is more appropriate to use it to counter her.

Passerby poem: "Don't you speak with your throat to cheat?"

Can she even hear this?

Xu Chuanchuan blushed: "I was nervous."

Passerby Poem: "It's not doing anything wrong, why should you be nervous?"

Xu Chuanchuan:...

Isn't temptation a bad thing? Of course she didn't say that.

She finds it difficult to deal with every time she chats with passers-by, and the other party always blocks the words easily, even if she is reasonable, she becomes indefensible. This feeling is as if she is facing Murong Shi, so this is why she has always doubted the identity of passers-by poetry.

After thinking about it, Xu Chuanchuan decided to go all out.

Xu Chuanchuan: "I just think that your tone of voice is very similar to someone I know in reality."

Passerby poem: "So what?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "No more..."

She was really afraid that the poems by passers-by were Murong poems. If that was the case, she might really have to consider contacting the editor to change her number. This price is a bit high.

Passerby Poem: "This author, across the Internet, I think it is better to maintain a little privacy and mystery between people, what do you think?"

The text seemed to be polite, Xu Chuanchuan just felt a trace of impatience and irritation from it, and she also felt that she had passed it a bit.

Xu Chuanchuan: "I think... you are right. I'm sorry."

Passerby Poem: "Of course, if you want to break this relationship, it's not impossible. I happen to be single now."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Ah, don't I understand what you mean?"

Passerby Poem: "Meaning, if you really want to know my privacy, when my girlfriend is healed, I can do without reservations about her."

! ! !

Xu Chuanchuan almost didn't spit out the yogurt she had just drunk. When she got excited, the mouse was knocked off, the keyboard was overturned, and the table suddenly became a mess. She hurriedly packed her things and kept her mind.

Xu Chuanchuan: "The local tyrant, I was really wrong. Just treat me as if I didn't say anything. I promise that I won't harass you again in the future. I wish you a happy reading! Find a girlfriend as soon as possible!"

Turn off the private chat and quit QQ, as if you are afraid that you will see some terrible news in the next second. Xu Chuanchuan lay down on the computer desk, patted his chest in shock.

This is what the other person said, what else is doubtful? This passerby poem is definitely not Murong poem! ! !

This episode directly spoiled Xu Chuanchuan's desire for codewords. She turned off the computer and dragged out a bulky cardboard box from the bottom of the bed, which contained the physical books she hadn't delivered yet.

Pick a copy for each article, put it neatly in order, and wrap it in a box.

There was a spare express note at home. She tore one out and hesitated when she picked up the pen.

How to write the sender's name?

You must not write a pen name.

Since passerby's poem is not Murong's poem, she has nothing to fear.

When I was a child, I didn't practice how to calligraphy, and Xu Chuanchuan's calligraphy didn't have a sharp pen. Fortunately, he was neat and tidy. Thinking that the other party is her own reader, in order to retain some good feelings, she writes very slowly so that she can write more beautifully.

She wrote "Passerby Poetry" in the recipient's column one by one. The address and phone number couldn't be recited, so she had to turn on the phone to check the message someone had sent her before.

I was a little nervous in my heart, but fortunately, the passer-by poetry didn't send her any more messages. She copied down the address.

Without the code word, I always feel empty in my heart. Xu Chuanchuan took a bath early, lay on the bed, turned out the chat history with passers-by, and began to reflect on himself.

During this period of time, she really did a lot of excessive things. Whether it was poetry to passersby or Murong poetry, she felt very sorry. Those six books should be regarded as a gift of apology.

As for Murong Shi...it's impossible to invite her to eat another meal, right?

People don’t necessarily buy it.

Xu Chuanchuan feels ashamed when he thinks of the last time the two of them ate Mala Tang together. Forget it, just work steadily in the future, she really can't do anything to please Murong Shi.

The courier was taken away by the hardworking courier that night. Xu Chuanchuan still remembered that when the courier saw the recipient's address written by her, he was stunned and said, "I want to express it so close?"

Xu Chuanchuan asked him, "Where is this community?"

"It's about five kilometers away from here on Mingde Lake."

Xu Chuanchuan was surprised: "Is it so close?"

"It's very close." The little brother weighed his weight. "It's quite heavy. It's more cost-effective to send it by yourself than to send it by express."

It would be inappropriate to send it in person, and it would be embarrassing if you ran into a passerby poem himself. She thinks that the passerby poems have a good point and maintain a sense of mystery.

Xu Chuanchuan smiled and said, "I don't have time."

If there is money to be made, the courier brother no longer persuades, after weighing the weight, he drew out the slip and handed it to her, and took the money and left.

Because it is in the same city, the express will arrive at about ten in the morning. When the courier called, Murong Shi was listening to the business manager's analysis report in the conference room. She interrupted: "I'm sorry, I will answer the call."

After the meeting, she whispered to Linda: "The express has arrived. I will put him in the security room of your community. You will help me get the company tomorrow."

Linda didn't think much: "Okay."

On the third day, the express arrived at Murong Shi.

Linda put the square paper box on her desk, stared at the express delivery slip on it, and said, "This seller is really interesting. It's actually called Xu XX."

Murong Poetry: "..."

"Huh, passerby poem, is this your Taobao name?"

"Yeah." Murong Shi responded perfunctorily, dragging the courier to him, "Thank you."

Linda looked curiously: "You actually started shopping online, what did you buy?"

Murong Shi just stared at her without speaking.

"..." Linda shut up wittily and went out.

Murong Shi unhurriedly unpacked the express.

There were a total of six books in it. She had read all of them, picked up one of them and flipped through them, and found that these books were doing really well. The cover design is very fresh, the people on the title page are very cute, and the paper texture is very good.

No wonder so many people on Weibo are rushing to want it. This book is really well done, and it's a good gift.

The package was too small to fit these six books, and Murong Shi found a paper bag for tea and put the books in. She tore off the courier slip and threw it into the toilet to destroy the body.

at night.

Passerby Poem: "I received the book, thank you."

Xu Chuanchuan: "You're welcome~"

This is their last chat. Since then, Xu Chuanchuan has never taken the initiative to contact passerby poetry, nor has passerby poetry tacitly contacted her.

I don't know if Xu Chuanchuan's repeated temptations have annoyed the other party. I can no longer see the vest of passers-by poetry under the article, nor can I see the thunder that she casts, and can not find her real-time subscription record in the background.

This wayward local tyrant always plays missing inexplicably, but this time, for a whole month, passerby poems did not appear again.

Maybe the app was uninstalled again?

I always feel that her repeated temptations have violated the bottom line of passerby's poems. Although she has already spoken humbly before, Xu Chuanchuan still feels uneasy.

One month is enough to forget a stranger, but Xu Chuanchuan can't forget it, because the girls in the group always mention the names of passerby poems from time to time.

Xu Chuanchuan feels embarrassed every time he sees those three words.

She likes to be horny, the more she thinks, the more uncomfortable she feels, so she has to find Anji to relieve her worries.

Xu Chuanchuan: "I want to apologize to her again, but her QQ hasn't been online, and I can't hold back my face to look for her actively, for fear that she will misunderstand my impure motives."

An Ji: "I don't understand, so many readers abandon you every day, and you don't take it seriously. Why can't you take a poem from a passerby?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "It's not that I can't stand it, it's guilt."

An Ji: "What is the guilt?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "I can't tell. You think, is it possible that I rejected her?"

An Ji: "What?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "This is the previous chat history, you can analyze it for me [picture]"

An Ji: "Damn! She actually let you be her girlfriend! It's too much! You are mine!"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't make trouble (ー_ー)!!"