Chapter 14 I, I, I...I’m not clear anymore
Thinking about it, the man waved his fist and attacked Nian Chengxu.
Nian Chengxu dodged very flexibly, and did not forget to shout: "Listen to me, I'm just passing by..."
Man: "Listen to your bullshit..."
He swung his fist towards Nian Chengxu and hit Nian Chengxu on the nose. He only felt the pain in his nose and hot blood flowing.
Fearing that it was an illusion, Nian Chengxu touched his nose and it actually bled.
"You, you actually hit me... hmm."
When he was this old, only his grandfather had beaten him.
The moment he finished speaking, Nian Chengxu received another punch on the nose. What was originally bleeding from one nostril turned into bleeding from two nostrils.
"I, I'm warning you...ah!"
This time it's the eyes.
Nian Chengxu only felt that his eyes were getting a little dark.
On the dark alley, a strong man was beating a thin man violently. Wen Qiao's eyelids were twitching in the dark.
Uh... the beating was a bit harsh.
What an unlucky boy.
Just when he was debating whether to take action, the thin figure was knocked to the ground by the strong figure, and the strong man walked away angrily. Wen Qiao walked out of the darkness and kicked Nian Chengxu who was lying on the ground. .
"Hmm~."
A weak voice reached Wen Qiao's ears, causing Wen Qiao to raise his brows slightly.
Well, I'm actually still angry, so I can withstand beatings! He stretched out his hand, picked up Nian Chengxu's collar, swung it hard, put it on his shoulder, and rushed out with the person like a sack.
It's a dark and windy night, just in time to do some work.
……
Back in the rental house, Wen Qiao tapped several important acupuncture points on Nian Chengxu. After the blood was drained, Wen Qiao sat at the computer desk, picked up the barbecue that had been sent back first using secret techniques, and ate it. Wen Qiao cast a spell on it. The layering technique prevents the barbecue from getting cold.
While eating barbecue, I coded.
After finishing the barbecue, Wen Qiao devoted himself wholeheartedly to coding.
The male novel "Taotu" she wrote mainly tells the story of the male protagonist Li Yan who practiced Taoism in the late Tang and early Song Yan was born in the Tang Dynasty. He had a prominent family background and was wealthy. He was the second generation of rich people and the second generation of officials. Because of this, Li Yan had done many evil things by relying on the power of his family since he was a child.
Wen Qiao has coded [-] words in "The Road" so far. It tells the story of Li Yan who was tricked by his childhood friend Song Ziwen and became a murderer and a thief. Although his family settled the matter for him and kept him from jail, he could not go to jail. Li Yan, who did not kill anyone, was not willing to take the blame. Just when Li Yan was preparing to take revenge and return, a war happened. The Li family was framed by the Song family and became a treasonous official, implicating nine clans. Li Yan managed to escape and lived incognito. day.
At this point in the story, Wen Qiao stretched out and was about to take a rest. Wen Qiao was startled by the person who appeared next to him at some unknown time.
"When...you woke up?" Wen Qiao asked with surprise as he stared at Nian Chengxu who was looking at the computer beside him.
"While you're having barbecue..."
When the barbecue was mentioned, Nian Chengxu swallowed unconsciously.
"Then when did you come over to me?"
Someone comes up behind you without knowing it. What if you stab yourself? Wen Qiao was still frightened and felt that he could not take it so lightly next time.
"When you put your mind to it..."
Nian Chengxu answered honestly, looking at the computer screen with some concentration. After a long time, he spoke.
"Are you writing a novel?"
"Well, you saw it."
Wen Qiao replied calmly, and then asked as if he remembered: "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"
After being reminded by Wen Qiao, Nian Chengxu reacted and felt it carefully. Nian Chengxu looked confused. "It doesn't hurt? Am I dreaming?"
As he said that, he didn't forget to pinch himself.
Wen Qiao: “…….”
It has been established that this man is a fool.
Nian Chengxu looked confused.
"But why am I here? Who are you?"
Wen Qiao: “…….”
This fool seems to have discovered the point.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sound of unlocking outside the door.
Wen Qiao rubbed his eyebrows, feeling very weak inside.
Wen Qiao was really tired when someone came to visit him early every morning with his house key.
"Qiao Qiao..." The door opened and Zhang Xianqu's voice came, followed by his shouts full of surprise. "Who are you?"
Nian Chengxu glanced at Wen Qiao. "Is he talking about me?" Wen Qiao nodded kindly.
Nian Chengxu received confirmation, looked at Zhang Xianqu and said something.
"I am me!"
Wen Qiao: “…….”
No need to stress, this person is just a fool. Do you care about who you are now? Zhang Xianqu's hands in his suit sleeves were suddenly clenched. He suppressed the grief and anger in his heart and looked at Wen Qiao calmly.
"Qiaoqiao...I want to hear your explanation."
"Do you still need to explain? Haven't you already seen it?"
Wen Qiao raised his lips in a "friendly" way and stared at Zhang Xianqu with his frank eyes, as if telling him: That's it for me, what can you do to me? Zhang Xianqu: “…….”
My head was a little dizzy with anger, and I couldn't help but fall backwards, leaning against the door frame very tiredly.
"Qiaoqiao, you..."
"What's wrong with me? I'm just discussing the plot of the novel with him."
As he said that, Wen Qiao turned to Chengxu's side, giving him a feeling of intimacy.
I came here early in the morning and saw my wife alone in a room with a strange man. They called it a discussion about a novel complex. Who would believe it?
Zhang Xianqu didn’t believe it anyway.
Zhang Xianqu looked at Wen Qiao with a somewhat sad look. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them he was full of disappointment. He took a deep look at Wen Qiao, and Zhang Xianqu finally turned around and left. His back looked lonely and lonely no matter how he looked at it. .
Nian Chengxu's heart was slightly blocked, and he always felt that the man's last look at him was as if he wanted to kill him.
"Who is he?"
Nian Chengxu asked.
"Oh! My husband!"
Wen Qiao said unconcernedly.
It's true that he is Wen Qiao's husband, but he is not hers.
Let him take advantage of her husband now, and kick him away later when she has money to file a divorce lawsuit.
"...Did your husband misunderstand something?"
"Well, you discovered it!"
This fool's reaction range is quite long! Nian Chengxu: “…….”
I, I, I... don't understand anymore.
……
Not long after Nian Chengxu woke up, he was ready to leave after Wen Qiao repeatedly drove him away. However, less than 5 minutes after leaving the house, Wen Qiao's door knocked.
Wen Qiao opened the door and faced Nian Chengxu's smiling face.
Wen Qiao: “…….”
Just smile, what the hell is blinking?
Nian Chengxu: "Um, little sister, I don't know where to go, can you... borrow it for a while."
Wen Qiao was expressionless: "Do you think my place is very big? It's very convenient?"
Nian Chengxu nodded hurriedly.
Wen Qiao: “…….”
Finally, under Nian Chengxu's hard work, Wen Qiao decided to take him in.
Not for anything else, just because this guy said he could make money.
What is Wen Qiao missing now? money!
"You make the floor and I'll sleep on the bed." Wen Qiao said this and sat at the computer desk. She deeply felt that it was necessary to change places. Being allowed to come and go freely with the key of a man who thought he was her husband, Wen Qiao felt in her heart It felt alienated no matter what. In addition, another person was added to the rental house, and Wen Qiao felt that it was necessary to expand the space.
"Well, there's a sofa." Nian Chengxu had to fight for himself.
"..." The thought of hitting someone was finally replaced by a deep sigh because of Nian Chengxu's pitiful, extremely beastly eyes. "OK."
The next moment, the wind blew and Nian Chengxu had already flown to the sofa.
Wen Qiao: “…….”
I want to hit someone!
Finally, Wen Qiao sat down in front of the computer expressionlessly and started looking for house rental a house first. As for making money, the worst thing you can do is kill a few more zombies.
The first day of "Taotu" debut was not ideal, with only six collections. I wonder if this is because Wen Qiao is a new author.
(End of this chapter)