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 is not awake in the morning, she will be particularly bold in getting up.

For example, if you often think and cannot keep up with your actions, your mouth is faster than your brain, no matter how many Gu Congli are opposite him, you are completely brave and fearless.

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

Gu Congli didn't stop her, and listened to her slamming and closed the door.

I thought silently in my heart, the third time.

For the third time, she locked him out the door.

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

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

Gu Congli asked, "You really want to move?"

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

He nodded, didn't say anything, and came in with a cake box, put the box on the coffee table, and went to the kitchen to get plates and knife and forks, which were familiar.

After taking it back, he took it apart, and it was a large black forest cake with bright red cherries on it.

Gu Congli started cutting the cake.

During this process, no one spoke. Shi Yin stood leaning against the bedroom door, looking at him with a sad look.

He slowly cut two pieces and put them on the plate. He cut them beautifully, well-proportioned, and the cream and chocolate on them were not rubbed to much.

After finishing, he went to the kitchen to turn out the milk pot and burned her a cup of hot milk.

The man looked very busy, and he didn't even have enough time to look at her. Shi Yin was bored, curled his lips and went back to the bedroom to wash.

When she washed her face, brushed her teeth and changed her clothes, the small cake and milk on the coffee table had been arranged. Gu Congli sat on the sofa, put his notebook on his legs, and started working.

Shi Yin walked over, sat cross-legged on the carpet, pulled over a plate of cake next to him and poked it unceremoniously while playing with his cell phone.

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

Shi Yin continued, taking a sip while playing with her cell phone.

The milk that was so hot that it was cooled for a while was hung on her mouth, with a thin layer of milk skin. She stared at the screen of her phone, naturally stretched out her tongue and gently licked it off.

Gu Congli shut down his laptop.

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

Gu Congli looked cold: "Don't play with your phone when eating."

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

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

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

What she told the truth was that someone came to work with her.

And he is a well-known figure.

But it is from the author circle, and the pseudonym is a bit weird and cute, called the trembling raccoon cat.

The author who writes reasoning has hundreds of thousands of fans on Weibo and has set up his own studio, which is considered to be the kind of godly character.

Shi Yin actually doesn't read novels very much and has no interest in this. However, because this author has been writing for many years, she was very obsessed with reasoning when she was freshman. There was a mystery magazine that I bought every month. The author happened to write short stories of reasoning in that magazine. His writing style was grand and his thinking was meticulous, so Shi Yin had a good impression of him.

Moreover, the other party is a great god, Shi Yin is not a popular one. He has only had one long work and only had 100,000 fans for four years.

The reason for finding her is very simple. He had read her "echo" before and also saw the first episode of "Hongming Long Bird". He liked her style very much and wanted to work with her.

He came to write scripts, she drew.

Shi Yin and the appointments of "Chengyue" are both works, and the serialization of "Hongming Dragon Bird" is given to their family. As long as her energy allows, she can take on other tasks.

But Shi Yin usually won't answer.

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

Very no pursuit.

However, because she liked the author very much, she still asked him about the details and added a WeChat friend.

The two of them sat on both ends of the coffee table, one holding a mobile phone and the other holding a computer, each working on their own, and it was very quiet for a while.

At about twelve o'clock, Gu Congli raised his eyes, looked at the time, and closed the notebook: "What should I eat?"

Shi Yin looked at him in shock: "I feel like I've just finished my meal."

Gu Congli looked at the cake that had been swept halfway by her: "You are not a good meal."

Shi Yin threw away his cell phone and fell backwards: "I can't eat it anymore."

"Eat less, what's there at home?" Gu Congli said, standing up, rolling up his sleeves, and going to the kitchen.

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

"Um?"

"What the hell are you here for?" Shi Yin added, "Don't say I'm not blind."

Gu Congli paused, looked at her with his eyes down, and thought seriously: "Date?"

“…”

What do you call dating?

There was no expression left on Shi Yin's face.

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

Gu Congli said calmly: "Because I am fickle."

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 he also tried to contact women of similar age.

Unfortunately, it never succeeded.

Gu Congli has no way of being enthusiastic about others.

He seemed to be born with a lack of this kind of thing, and he had almost no one, which made him think this way.

He wanted to be nice to his mother, but he didn't know what to do. The way and decision he did to her seemed to make her worse.

Gu Congli was not confident. He grew up beside Gu Lin since he was a child. He had seen selfishness and indifference, and had seen calculating and exploiting, but no one had ever taught him how to treat others well.

He also wanted to be nice to Shi Yin.

But he was afraid, and wanted to touch her hand and stretched out and retracted, afraid that he would use the wrong method and hurt her, and afraid that he would accidentally push her further.

Shi Yin looked at him in amazement: "Did you cheat?"

Gu Congli shook his head: "No."

Shi Yin felt that something was wrong with this person's brain circuit.

She sat on the ground with her legs crossed, raised her head and reasoned to him: "Editor-in-Chief, look, we have a sentence now. After you happened to become my editor-in-chief, there were actually many unpleasant things happening between us, right?"

Gu Congli didn't say anything.

"You are also very cruel to me."

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

"I often leave homework that is impossible to complete for me, making it difficult for me to make me foolish and make me foolish. I come to ring my doorbell every morning and prevent me from sleeping."

“…”

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

Gu Congli was silent.

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

You like me.

Shi Yin couldn't continue talking.

Gu Congli lowered his eyes and asked quietly, "Can't you tell me?"

Shi Yin raised her head, opened her mouth, and made no sound.

He suddenly walked over, stood in front of her, raised his hand and held the back of her head upwards, bent down, and kissed her forehead.

Shi Yin's breathing stagnated.

Gentle, fleeting touch, when she realized what he had just done, he had raised his head slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at her from top to bottom: "Can you see this way?"

Shi Yin was convinced that this time it was not her dream.

Gu Congli's fingers were still inserted. Between her hair, her cold fingers brushed her hair, her five fingers slightly closed, and she gently rubbed them, and straightened up: "I won't quarrel at you anymore, nor will I force you to draw a draft," his brown eyes were shallow, and his voice was light and low, "Don't run away, I'll treat you well."
To be continued...