what?

Writing novels?

"What novel do you write?" Qin Ze didn't turn his head around.

"The president of my one night Qilang", Su Yu said, "I have been writing for a week and published it on Lala novels. Yesterday, someone gave me a reward. Although it was only 10 yuan, I was still very happy. It shows that my novel has been read, which is the biggest recognition."

Can the title of this book be judged? Is the audit of the website funny?

And, and... Although my kidney is in line with Teddy's, I don't seem to have the experience of seven times a night, right?

Who the hell are you writing about? Tell him to come out and I'll kill him.

No, that's not the slot point.

"The meeting will be held at noon. Have you finished your draft yet?" Qin zedao.

"Draft or something, you write it yourself. I'm inspired to write a novel." Su Yu's eyes were glued to the screen and clattered on the keyboard.

"You're going to write a novel if you don't want to be a beautiful president? Wake up, teddy... Su Yu, there's no future in writing novels. All day long, you can't do anything but think about the plot. After a long time, people will become greasy. Because of the lack of social contact, friends will alienate you. If you write a little over the line, you will be shut down in the dark room, and you will be forced to make a living. The manuscript fee will say goodbye to you. "

"Writing a novel is a heresy. Don't leave it on the right path and don't go astray. It's just right to work well. Can the website give you social security? Will you pay five insurances and one gold? There's no security or welfare. Honey, put down your keyboard and give me the draft for the midday meeting. "

Su Yu tilted his head and thought, "don't worry, I'm not full-time. I promise I won't let myself become greasy. If I'm fat, my husband, you will accompany me in bed to exercise and lose weight. In addition, there is no need for welfare or other things. I am not short of money. "

Qin Ze is full of black lines: "believe me to teach you to be a man with an iron bar?"

Su Yu said obstinately, "no, I'll write a novel. I'll write a novel, and then I'll pay to adapt it into a movie. I'll play the heroine myself, and you'll play the hero."

Qin Ze pinched his temple. He remembered that Su Yu had said that he would write a novel. It was when he and his sister adapted the novel and filmed it.

But it shouldn't be casual? Why did she really write novels.

"Be obedient and prepare the manuscript quickly."

"Don't listen, Wang..."

before Su Yu finished, she was picked up from the chair by Qin Ze and thrown on the sofa.

"Ah, it's just this overbearing feeling." Su Yu said happily: "handsome, sunny, gentle appearance, but in fact very domineering very strong, in life pet you love you, but in bed will overbearing request you to follow his posture... I am inspired."

"I exploded." Qin Ze said angrily.

Qin Ze sits in front of the computer and wants to close her word file. By the way, she glances at Su Yuma's novel draft. It seems that there are only a few people reading her novel. After all, it has only been serialized for a week, but she is very satisfied. In this week, she pesters Qin Ze several times in order to write a good bed play, and then writes her feelings out 。 Of course, Qin Ze didn't know about them. Today, he learned that Su Yu wrote novels.

Su Yu this person, is to show off, otherwise at the beginning would not frequently send photos to the group.

She finished her novel today. She felt great, so she posted the novel link to the group.

"Let me show you my novels."

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