He sat down.

Although he was dressed in casual clothes, he still maintained the air of a soldier. He was steady and upright.

Hua Lou suddenly felt a huge sense of oppression in the small space of the bedroom, and even the air became thinner.

She had to admit that her husband's handsomeness caught her eye. His body shape and silhouette were completely qualified for his part-time job as a sculpture. However, he could only watch from a distance, not imitate him. She was asked to sit like that for an hour.

, I guess her old waist will be glorious...

Looking away from him, he lamented that the room looked like a human being, military green, tofu cubes, and meticulous...

Not her style...

She doesn't even know where to sit. Will he get angry if her room is messed up?

Stealing a glance at his dark face, she dejectedly took out her notebook—a must-have for the hard-working coders.

With the manuscript and updates in mind, she opened the notebook and logged in automatically via QQ, then the editor's profile picture flashed in the corner.

She clicked it and took a look, and the editor blew a kiss and said, "Dear, I'll take a big picture tomorrow. The guarantee is 15,000 yuan."

puff……

She wasn't vomiting blood, she was bleeding to death...

The corner of the monitor reminded her that there were still five hours until midnight tomorrow, and fourteen hours before nine o'clock tomorrow morning. At her speed of a thousand words per hour, unless she didn't sleep tonight...

For those who are hard-working coders, adding updates is a heart-stimulating thing. After she was exhausted and died, she was immediately hit with chicken blood, resurrected at full status, and immediately opened word.

Well, she is a dedicated writer, well, in the face of such a serious matter as coding, she had to temporarily put aside her task of knocking down...

Until, a steady and low voice sounded from behind, "That...who...let's talk."

She gritted her teeth and banged the keyboard loudly. It wasn’t called her! It wasn’t called her! She wasn’t called “that”! She wasn’t called “who” either!

"Can we talk?" The papaya thought she hadn't heard and kept asking.

She took a deep breath, continued to gnash her teeth, and said that the keyboard was about to break!

Then, under the light, a dark shadow was projected on the desk, and she knew that he was approaching. Unexpectedly, she felt a tingling sensation from her vest to the top of her head.

"Excuse me...do you have time now?"

This super papaya! Does she want to thank him for not calling her "you"?

She raised her head and faced his big dark face, "Are you calling me?"

His innocent expression and looking around, does that mean there are other people in the room?

"I thought you were calling!" She raised the corner of her mouth, smiled, and continued immersed in typing. Suddenly she remembered that he was behind her and quickly minimized the word.

The intention of this action was obvious. Like him, Papaya also understood that she didn't want to show it to him, so he gave up the idea of ​​talking to her.

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Chapter completed!