Come on. Do you have a driver’s license?”

"Yes. But I haven't used it much because I don't have a car." Wang Zixu said, "Thank you."

Ye Lan put her hand on her chest and said, "You're welcome. Who made us partners now?"

"Oh. Okay." Wang Zixu showed no enthusiasm at all, which made Ye Lan very disappointed.

Ye Lan put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and looked at him for a long time, and asked:

"You only slept for four hours, is that really okay? There are still more than ten days to go, can you withstand it?"

Wang Zixu stared at the screen without stopping: "I don't know. My heart hurts a little now, and I also have tinnitus. But I can't do it if I don't seize the time. There is no arrangement for writing an essay in the plan I made before, so I have to make time for it.

Write."

"You have to grab it with both hands, right? But you'd better take care of your health. I'm really afraid that you might die suddenly here."

Wang Zixu was typing on the keyboard when he suddenly paused and frowned. There seemed to be something that puzzled him.

After a while, he looked back at Ye Lan: "Stretch out your hand."

"What?" Ye Lan was frightened by the sudden command-like tone and took a step back.

"Stretch out."

Ye Lan stretched out her hand, and Wang Zixu put his hand flat on hers: "My hand is not shaking?"

Ye Lan shook his head: "No."

"Extend your other hand."

Ye Lan obeyed blankly. She didn't even know why she was so obedient. Anyway, as soon as Wang Zixu stared at her, she had no idea of ​​resistance.

Wang Zixu stretched out his other hand and put it on hers: "Where's this one? Is it shaking?"

"without."

Wang Zixu's hand was warm and generous, while Ye Lan's hand was ice cold. The two held their hands in the air for a moment. Wang Zixu withdrew his palm.

"If your hands aren't shaking, it means you're fine. You won't die in a while. It won't affect the code."

"Where did you get this barefoot doctor diagnosis method?" Ye Lan rolled her eyes at him, her heart beating wildly.

"Aren't you going to the company yet? You're already late."

"It's okay, I just said you have something to do and are delayed."

"I will tell Zuo Ziliang that I have nothing to do here."

"You piece of shit!"

Wang Zixu almost drove them away. Ye Lan was embarrassed and annoyed. After cursing, he ran away and hid in his Audi four-wheel drive, sitting in the driver's seat and breathing heavily.

"It's a shame, Ye Lan, it's a shame... He must have noticed it, and he is very proud of it now."

She turned the rearview mirror to herself and found that her face was red. Then she pointed at the mirror with a look of complaint and said:

"Why did you provoke him? Did you forget that he is a little prince?"

She calmed down. Because the contrast between Wang Zixu's real person and his image was so great, she often forgot that he was actually very good at it. He had the potential to be a scumbag.

She was still frightened, and thought with some joy: Fortunately, he was married. Getting married was equivalent to sealing this guy away.

No matter what happens to his wife, thank his wife for her contribution to this world.

She started the car, and the car squirmed like a worm until it got onto the road and then got out of a straight line.

Sakura-chan and the others rushed to the car to say hello to the script writers who passed by while running.

Ye Lan lowered the window, and people shouted to her with smiles on their faces: "Is Mr. Ye gone?"

"Ah, yes." Ye Lan said, "I have to go back to work."

"Are you coming tonight? The barbecue at last night was quite delicious."

Ye Lan waved his hand: "I won't come, I won't come. I'm still suffering from a hangover right now. Playing like this every day, my body can't stand it."

"oh……"

People drawled, very disappointed.

Ye Lan thought for a while and then said: "I will come over to sleep tonight. If your water flow can break the record today, I will also treat you to a midnight snack."

"Yeah!" people cheered.

Ye Lan raised the car window, and people shouted from behind: "Mr. Ye, your seat belt is not buckled!"

…

In the apartment, Wang Zixu typed on the keyboard: "... Her hair was slightly messy, and there were light spots flashing in her eyes..."

Sartre leaned on the table and said, "You're going a little too far."

"What's wrong?"

"If you can't write a satisfactory description, why don't you just start teasing the people around you for experiments?" Sartre said, "What should you do if teasing causes problems?"

Although Sartre was a scumbag, he always hit the nail on the head.

Wang Zixu just wrote about a key point, but he still had no idea, so he took some action against Ye Lan. The response was quite satisfactory to him. But it also showed that his symptoms were about to spread to reality. That's why Sartre

Worry for him.

"I'm not defending myself... The main thing is that I am really lacking in describing women's demeanor. Chen Qingluo is wrong. There are limits to imagination. I can imagine a very real man, but I can't.

Such real women.

"Shen Qingfeng has done a good job at this point. He can really write about the feeling of heartbeat when writing about women, but I can't. I have not interacted with young people of the opposite sex. I have been numb for a long time, and I really don't know that heartbeat is a kind of emotion.

What a feeling."

Sartre's expression was serious: "No matter how insensitive you are, you can't bring trouble to people in real life to find feelings? Be careful of becoming a scumbag."

"Even if I become a scumbag, it's not your turn to speak out, right?"

Sartre said: "And you can't go to a bar and flirt with someone you don't know? Don't you understand that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests?"

"You know that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests. What did you say yesterday that you forgot?" Wang Zixu said, "Oh, don't bother me. I really don't have time now."

Sartre said: "I would like to remind you that writing novels is important, but don't let your own life get involved."

Wang Zixu said: "I don't think there is anything more important in this world than writing novels, including my own life. Sartre, you have become secular."

"Awesome." Sartre sighed sincerely, "You are really a literary martyr. I hope your results are worthy of your madness."

Wang Zixu said nothing. He never thought he was crazy. He was just forced by life.

Sartre stopped talking. Just after the world was quiet for a while, Wang Zixu's phone vibrated again.

When he looked at the screen, he saw that the call was from Hu Xiaoping from his work unit.
Chapter completed!