Shi Yin was silent for a moment: "Editor-in-Chief, are you scolding me?"

Gu Congli smiled slightly: "How could it be? I sincerely wish you a happy holiday."

When she doesn't wake up in the morning, she will be particularly bold when she wakes up with the Qi bonus.

For example, his thinking often fails to keep up with his actions, and his mouth is faster than his brain. No matter how many Gu Congli are opposite him, he is completely heroic and fearless.

So she nodded and closed the door without saying a word.

Gu Congli didn't stop her and listened to her slam the door shut.

I silently counted in my mind, the third time.

She shut him out for the third time.

Gu Congli carried the cake, calmly took out her house key from her trouser pocket that she had taken out from the floor mat last time, opened the door, and entered the house.

Shi Yin was walking to the bedroom when he heard the sound and stopped, standing at the door and looking at him with a complicated expression.

Gu Congli asked: "Do you really want to move?"

Shi Yin rubbed his hair: "No, I'm just talking nonsense."

He nodded, said no more, and came in carrying a cake box. He put the box on the coffee table, and then went to the kitchen to get plates, knives and forks. He was very familiar with it.

After getting it back, he opened the cake box and found a large black forest cake with bright red cherries on top.

Gu Congli started cutting the cake.

No one spoke during this process. Shi Yin stood leaning against the door of the bedroom, looking at him with rather sad eyes.

He took his time and cut two pieces and put them on the plate. They were cut beautifully and evenly sized, and not much of the cream and chocolate on the top was rubbed off.

After finishing the work, he went to the kitchen to dig out the milk pot and boiled a cup of hot milk for her.

The man looked very busy and had no time to look at her. He groaned in boredom, curled his lips, and went back to the bedroom to wash up.

After she washed her face, brushed her teeth, changed her clothes and came out, small cakes and milk were already placed on the coffee table. Gu Congli sat on the sofa with his laptop on his lap and started working.

Shi Yin walked over, sat cross-legged on the carpet, pulled out a plate of cake next to him and poked a piece of it without politeness, while playing with his mobile phone.

Gu Congli raised his hand and pushed the milk next to her to her.

Shi Yin continued, playing with his phone and taking a sip.

The milk that had been heated and cooled for a while had a thin layer of milk skin hanging on her mouth, a white mark. She stared at the phone screen and naturally stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick it off.

Gu Congli slammed the laptop shut.

The movement was a bit big, and it finally caught Shi Yin's attention. He raised his head and looked at her questioningly.

Gu Congli looked indifferent: "You are not allowed to play with your mobile phone while eating."

"Aren't you also working on a computer?"

"I've had breakfast, and I'm working."

"I'm working too," Shi Yin held up her phone and showed it to him. It was vaguely a private message interface on Weibo, "Someone came to talk to me about work."

She was telling the truth, someone indeed came to her for cooperation.

And he's quite a well-known figure.

But it’s from the author circle, and the pen name is a bit weird and cute, called Shivering Raccoon Cat.

The author who writes mysteries has hundreds of thousands of fans on Weibo and has established his own studio. He is considered a godhead.

Shi Yin actually doesn't read novels very much and has no interest in this aspect. However, because this author has been writing for many years, she was obsessed with mystery when she was a freshman. There was a mystery magazine that she bought every month, and this author happened to be there at the time.

He wrote short mysteries in this magazine, with an elegant writing style and thoughtful thinking, so Shi Yin quite liked him.

Moreover, the other party is a great person, while Shi Yin is not popular. He has only one full-length work and only has one hundred thousand fans after four years.

The reason for finding her was also very simple. He had read her "echo" before and also read the first chapter of "Hongming Longque". He liked her style of painting very much and wanted to cooperate with her.

He would write the script and she would draw.

Shi Yin's contract with "Red Moon" was all about works. The serialization of "Hongming Longque" was given to them. As long as her energy allowed, she could also take on other jobs.

But Shi Yin usually won't accept it.

She is the kind of lazy person who will never do more work if she has savings in her hand.

There is very little pursuit.

But because she liked the author very much, she still asked him for details and added him as a WeChat friend.

The two of them sat at opposite ends of the coffee table, one holding a mobile phone and the other holding a computer, each busy with his own work. It was very quiet for a while.

It was almost twelve o'clock. Gu Congli raised his eyes, looked at the time, and closed his notebook: "What do you want to eat?"

Shi Yin looked at him in astonishment: "I feel like I just finished eating."

Gu Congli glanced at the cake that was half eaten by her: "You don't call me rice."

Shi Yin threw away the phone and slumped back: "I can't eat any more."

"Eat less, what do you have at home?" Gu Congli said, standing up, rolling up his sleeves, and heading to the kitchen.

Shi Yin held the carpet with both hands, leaned back, tilted his head and looked at him, and suddenly said: "Editor-in-Chief."

"Um?"

"What are you here for?" Shi Yin added, "Don't say you're celebrating the festival with me, I'm not blind."

Gu Congli paused, looked down at her, and thought about it seriously: "A date?"

"..."

What do you call a date?

The remaining expression on Shi Yin's face was gone.

She looked at him expressionlessly: "Editor-in-Chief, why did your ex-girlfriend break up with you?"

Gu Congli said calmly: "Because I am always busy."

Shi Yin: "..."

When he was abroad, in order to explain those bizarre dreams, he convinced himself that he needed a partner of the opposite sex, and also tried to contact women of similar age.

Unfortunately, it never succeeded.

Gu Congli cannot be enthusiastic towards others.

He seemed to be born lacking this kind of thing, and almost no one had ever made him think this way.

He wanted to be good to his mother, but he didn't know what to do. The ways and decisions he thought were good to her seemed to make her worse.

Gu Congli has no self-confidence. He grew up next to Gu Lin. He has seen selfishness and indifference, calculation and exploitation, but no one has ever taught him how to be good to others.

He also wanted to treat Shi Yin well.

But he was afraid. He stretched out his hand to touch her and then retracted it. He was afraid that he would use the wrong method and hurt her instead. He was afraid that he would accidentally push her further.

Shi Yin looked at him dumbfounded: "Are you cheating?"

Gu Congli shook his head: "No."

Shi Yin felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this person's brain circuitry.

She crossed her legs, sat on the ground, raised her head, and reasoned with him: "Editor-in-chief, you see, we have a conversation now. After you happened to become my editor-in-chief, something happened between us.

A lot of things that are not very pleasant, right?"

Gu Congli said nothing.

"You are also very cruel to me."

Gu Congli frowned slightly, as if he didn't agree.

"He often leaves me homework that is impossible to complete, embarrasses me, makes me look embarrassed, and has a venomous tongue. He rings my doorbell every morning and doesn't let me sleep."

"..."

Shi Yin concluded, and as he spoke, he began to feel a little aggrieved: "You are not good to me at all."

Gu Congli was speechless.

She curled her lips and continued: "That's it, you still say that you are chasing me, but I can't tell at all -"

you like me.

Shi Yin couldn't speak any more.

Gu Congli looked down at her and asked quietly: "What can't you see?"

Shi Yin raised his head and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He suddenly came over, stood in front of her, raised his hand to support the back of her head, then bent down and kissed her forehead.

Shi Yin's breath was stagnant.

A gentle, fleeting touch. By the time she realized what he had just done, he had already raised his head slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at her from top to bottom: "Can you tell from this?"
To be continued...