Sensual Novelist and President of Zhuiwen

Chapter 23 The President Says 1 Is 1

Whatever the president says, it's just that it's impossible to change the text, not even in this lifetime.

After Yu Wenke finished changing the title of the book, he finally remembered how long he had "put it on hold".

At this point, Wang Yumo should still be cultivating immortals, right?

Yu Wenke first sent a WeChat message:

"A date?"

"about!"

"..."

"Wait for me in your yard, come right away."

this?what's the situation?Why did the big face suddenly look like chicken blood?It's already midnight!It's midnight, okay?How can I keep it up to a second!

However, Yu Wenke got out of bed and put on his shoes, and took out the frozen watermelon from the refrigerator, and took two spoons by the way.

In the late summer night, crickets chirped, fireflies danced, and the stars in the sky blinked at him.

It would be better without the damn mosquitoes.

So Yu Wenke sat on the cool bed at the corner of the yard, and there was a mosquito net outside, which was really not too cool.

"Yu Wenke?"

"Wow!" Ah Huang, who came out with Yu Wenke, barked in the darkness.

Wang Yumo was so frightened that he thumped, and he touched the switch of the street light in the yard along the wall, pressed it down, and buried Yu Wenke who was nestled on the cool bed:

"Don't you even turn on the lights? Who are you scaring at night?"

"Aren't I afraid that the lights will turn on and the mosquitoes will find out where I am and suck my blood." Yu Wenke dug a spoonful of iced watermelon as he spoke, and it felt refreshing from his throat to his chest.

"Come to eat?" He said and held up the other half of the watermelon.

Wang Yumo hadn't taken two steps forward, and he hadn't stretched out his hand, when he was stopped by an earth-shattering curse from outside.

It was none other than President Huang who had been forgotten by Yu Wenke before.

Mr. Huang put his hands on his hips, pointed at Yu Wenke with an expression of accusing Xiaosan, and cursed:

"You're a fucking vixen, shameless, you can smell the smell of sao from three miles away. You don't take a piss, just like you, and grab the president and face from me, why do you How can you be so shameless! Bah!"

"????" Yu Wenke's head was full of question marks, why is Mr. Huang's cursing posture comparable to that of the shit in their village?

Yu Wenke was puzzled. Yu Wenke looked at Wang Dalian and was about to ask for an explanation, but he seemed very insincere, because he continued to dig a spoonful of watermelon and stuff it into his mouth as calmly as he was watching a play, and he was still sitting cross-legged On the cool bed.

In such a comparison, Mr. Huang, who came to scold the street, looked more like that mistress.

Mr. Huang got angry, and turned to scold Wang Yumo:

"I know that men don't have a good thing. What they say on the bed is one thing, and what they do under the bed is another thing. One second they are sweethearts and sweethearts, and the next second they are stupid little three-faced women. Don't let me see them again You, I see you hit you every time! All the previous vows to hell!" Mr. Huang threw down this harsh words, turned his head and ran away.

Da Huang, who was so surprised by the liberal arts, didn't have time to call out.

Yu Wenke finished his third mouthful of watermelon, the amount of information was too much, and he was still in a dazed state when he was young.

Although he didn't know what happened between the two during the two days when he was in retreat, he vaguely felt that this might be a real couple, so Yu Wenke swallowed the watermelon in his mouth and said:

"Hurry up and chase! What are you still doing! Are you waiting to break up?"

Wang Yumo glanced at Yu Wenke with a complicated expression, and ran away.

Hey... the brother is like the shrimp bouncing in the mud ditch, and the mistress is the big koi in the pond.

If he were Wang Yumo, he would also choose the big koi, that would be great.

No, wait, why on earth did they develop to this point tonight?

Yu Wenke took out his mobile phone and sent Wang Yumo a WeChat message.

Fish ponds are dominated by liberal arts: "Wait for your explanation."

10 minutes later.

Wang Dalian Farmhouse: "I'm sorry, I made you look ugly."

The fish pond is dominated by liberal arts: "???? Solved it so quickly?"

Wang Dalian farmhouse music: "How can it be, my baby just left your house and turned right and went into a small ditch. I fished him up, and he is sleeping now."

The fish pond is mainly for liberal arts: "Aren't you going to wash it?" No!His focus is not right, why is this my baby all of a sudden?

Yu Wenke was full of doubts, so Wang Yumo replied to his message.

Wang Dalian Farmhouse: "I can't wash it! I fell asleep after a long time, and I have to fight with me when I wake up."

Fish Pond Master Yu Liberal Arts: "I'm waiting for your super long detailed and enhanced commentary. Tell me, what's going on with you two."

Wang Dalian Farmhouse: Shy.jpg

Fish ponds are dominated by liberal arts: "..."

Wang Dalian Farmhouse: "The truth of the matter is that we are dating. My baby is a little drunk tonight. I saw him falling asleep. I kept holding back and didn't tell anyone. Just in time, you sent a message to find me." , I went to find you. I did all my calculations, but I didn’t expect that he would wake up and follow me, and it turned out to be what you saw.”

Yu Wenke, the master of the fish pond: "...how did you two get along?" It's only been a few days!

However, Yu Wenke didn't wait for Wang Yumo's reply, because this person just disappeared?

Probably fell asleep, after all, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Staying up late will lead to sudden death, staying up late will make you ugly, and if you practice immortality again, you will probably see a god.

Yu Wenke didn't want to eat this watermelon anymore, and Wang Yumo didn't want to inquire about the watermelon anymore. He lifted the mosquito net on the cool bed, closed the door of his house, and went back to sleep.

He felt that there should be no more disturbances in his life.

After all, he has updated his text well and behaved seriously. If the president criticizes him again, he will blackmail and shut down the phone.

However, it turns out that he is really tooyoungtoosimple.