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Chapter 608 The Love and Killing Between the Reader and the Author (28)

Waking up early the next morning, Chu Yi, who had just opened his eyes for a short time, stared at the chest muscles in front of him with wide eyes, and his brain was in a shutdown.

What happened last night?She had a headache and couldn't remember.

Blurred images flashed through my mind. Seeing these pictures with mosaics on the first day of junior high school, I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth. She never believed in such things as flash marriage and love in the past, but now she believed in it, so she fell in love with someone It is such a normal and simple thing to sleep with the person you like.

Feeling the twisting in his arms, Song Hanzhang, who hadn't woken up, slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the cute look of Chu Yi staring at his face in a daze.

He couldn't help but kissed Chuyi's forehead. Song Hanzhang habitually wanted to see the wound blocked by Chuyi's hair, but Chuyi stopped him from moving.

"What's the matter?" He pressed another kiss on Chuyi's forehead, and seeing Chuyi's face slowly turning red, Song Hanzhang couldn't help but want to tease her.

Seeing Song Hanzhang's hand stretched out, Chu Yi quickly slapped it away. When he saw the grievance in Song Hanzhang's eyes, Chu Yi immediately asked, "Did you update yesterday?"

Song Hanzhang: ...

The air fell into unprecedented silence, except for the siren sound from outside the window, the atmosphere in the warm room suddenly dropped to the extreme.

He glanced at Song Hanzhang with a headache, and knew from the first day of junior high school that this person was not so honest.

He got up and snatched Song Hanzhang's cell phone, opened the software dedicated to writers on Luoyun Reading.com, and saw that Song Hanzhang's last update time was displayed on the day of his accident. He really didn't know whether to praise him or scold him on the first day of the junior high school.

Praise him, this month's full attendance is gone, there is no need to praise him at all, just scold him, he has been taking care of himself in the hospital these days, if I say him for these hundreds of dollars, the final outcome needless to say , It must be my own fault.

Raising the mobile phone in his hand, tapping the screen of the mobile phone, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the aggrieved Song Hanzhang, "Mr. Song, can you explain this?"

The full attendance of 700 yuan is enough for her to eat as many hot pot meals, really...

Seeing the questioning face on the first day of junior high school, Song Hanzhang immediately shrank his neck and dared not answer back, "I'm not taking care of you these days..."

Song Hanzhang was indeed wronged. Since the accident on the first day of junior high school, my whole heart was hung on her, and I completely forgot that I still had books to be updated. Fortunately, I only had one reader, the first day of junior high school, so I stopped updating it. No one scolded himself for a long time.

"Besides, even if I don't write anything, I can still support you." Song Hanzhang, who was afraid of getting angry on the first day of junior high school and being unfavorable to the wound, showed his inner fear for the first time.

He lowered his head, playing with the little hand he had just snatched from the first day of junior high school, and after counting his little fingers over and over again, he heard no sound from above his head for a long time, so he dared to raise his head and face the first day of junior high school.

On the first day of the junior high school, she was still holding Song Hanzhang's mobile phone, and she saw that she tapped the screen of the mobile phone with her fingers from time to time, and tsk sounded from time to time, "The writing is really bad."

The corner of Song Hanzhang's mouth twitched, and now he knew what he was watching on the first day of the junior high school without guessing.

"You've read it six times, and you still can't get tired of it." Thinking of the comments in his book review area on the first day of junior high school, Song Hanzhang reached out and was about to snatch the phone from the first day of junior high school, "If you don't like it, don't read it, I wrote a book Your favorite."

(End of this chapter)