Mu Qiu answered the phone, curious as she went to open the door.
Outside the door was a large cardboard box, with a simple flat cart with wheels underneath it.
She gave it a push, finding it fairly easy to move.
"What’s this?" she asked.
Cheng Zhirang simply said, "I think it’s sothing you might like. Can you move it? If it’s too heavy, wait for to co over and move it."
Mu Qiu was already pushing the box into the house. She stopped at his words, frowned, but showed no change in her expression and said, "It is a bit heavy indeed."
"But it’s best if you don’t co over lately, paparazzi make things dangerous between people."
Cheng Zhirang was silent for two seconds, then he chuckled helplessly: "So should I co over or not?"
The first half of her statent says the box is heavy, while the second half says he’d better not co, so should he co or not?
Mu Qiu weighed it in her mind and said, "Better not, it’s not safe."
"Alright."
After saying alright, he continued, "However, might you feel a bit disappointed because I agreed so readily?"
Mu Qiu paused, feeling it was a bit odd: "Why would I be disappointed? This is the result of our discussion, a unified decision approved by , how could I be disappointed?"
"Because I’m afraid you would be disappointed."
"I’m not pretentious, Brother Cheng."
Cheng Zhirang once again felt that she was truly intriguing.
Though they couldn’t see each other, changes in her tone and the feelings conveyed through her voice, sensitive people could feel them.
She analyzed his thoughts.
Girls always like surprises in relationships, yet feel bringing it up diminishes their face or they’re embarrassed, hoping their boyfriends can understand their minds.
Should he co or not? She said he didn’t need to co, if you take it at face value, perhaps all surprises are lost and there’s no sense of romance; if she said not to co but he did, it might disrupt her normal plans, not feeling like a surprise at all.
Guess correctly and everyone’s happy, guess incorrectly and it’s like defusing a ti bomb.
She gave Cheng Zhirang this analysis and asked him, "Is this how you think?"
Cheng Zhirang was surprised: "You can complete my other thoughts with just two sentences?"
"It’s not difficult," she pulled the box through the door, went to the kitchen to flip the egg pancake, and continued: "In the process of writing, I need to research how to set a character’s family background, outlook on things, temperant and personality, in order to reasonably write his reaction to an event so that readers feel it’s logical. So my research into characters is deeper than that of an actor."
"Different identities, different ways of thinking, determine our differing views, right? You’re the creator of characters, certainly have more insight, while I’m the perforr, can only see the lifeti of the character I perform in the story, not understanding the rest, so sotis the performance may be untrue?"
Why did the chat content suddenly turn into an exchange between professionals about job nature?
The pepper egg pancake in the frying pan was ready; Mu Qiu took it out and put it on the plate, saying yes.
Then she applied her essay writing skills from exams, forcibly turned the topic, smoothly returning to the previous the.
"So, I want to say, you don’t need to guess my thoughts, I’ll directly tell you my answer."
The agreed results are what they are, saying one thing doesn’t an thinking about the benefits of choosing another, this is her habit.
Cheng Zhirang transitioned from professional knowledge, softly replied to her, "Alright."
Then they entered another stage of professional exchange.
Mu Qiu held her plate and a cup of soy milk, sitting at a corner of the long dining table, chatting with him while eating, exchanging long unresolved experiences with him.
The handso man opposite her wanted only to talk about work, feeling helpless, but besides accommodating, what could be done?
A good morning call lasted an hour, the phone beca so hot, leaving them still wanting more as they exchanged special aspects of their professions.
As the call was ending, Mu Qiu put down the soy milk cup, licked the milk foam off her lips with the tip of her tongue, and spoke to the other end of the call.
"Brother Cheng, you really inspire ."
"Hmm?"
"You’re super gorgeous, have an amazing physique, beautiful hands, a pleasant voice, professional in attitude, gentle in disposition, with ’source of inspiration’ engraved all over you."
"......"
Monts later, the thirty-year-old man teased with words chuckled helplessly again.
Mu Qiu nestled on the sofa, the living room bright with light, she closed her eyes listening to his laughter flow into her ears, the corners of her mouth lifted.
What she said truly ca from the heart. His face, his physique, his hands, his voice, she liked them all.
No matter the background noise, his clear and pleasant voice gave her a sense of spring rain, the male lead should have such a voice.
After hanging up, Mu Qiu nestled into a small corner again, writing and sketching, and incidentally working on a certain "forced agreent" side story.
...
In the tranquil large living space with no disturbances, outside was quite different.
Public relations personnel surfing the web and observing public opinion directions, while dozing off, looked up to find that online marketing drafts had begun to show another trend.
Cyberbullying Cheng Zhirang expected began.
Starting from Mu Qiu, previous hidden marriage reports turned into nurous marketing accounts jeering with #IsMuQiuWorthyOfChengZhirang#.
This topic erging was nothing but a provocation of conflict.
Cheng Zhirang had many fans, with new fans joining due to "Different Variety Show", becoming agitated upon seeing this topic, expressing their "fan opinions" across the internet.
Besides Cheng Zhirang’s fans, although Mu Qiu was an ordinary person, her reader count couldn’t match Cheng Zhi’s number, but with program fans and dissatisfied passers-by with Cheng Zhirang’s new fans controlling the minority feeling, they argued with fans disguised as Cheng Zhi’s assembly, still not to be underestimated.
[Does this even need to be asked? An ordinary person matches anyone? A novelist shouldn’t look for n in the entertainnt industry as a crutch right?]
[Face yourself, identity, status, financial power, just tell what matches?]
[Mu Qiu and her readers back off okay? Our Brother i Yan alone is beautifully dazzling]
[Take a look at her face, does it match Cheng Zhirang’s face?]
[How little clarity does Cheng Zhirang have to partner with soone so plain?]
[Starting drama? If you want to expose, just expose; the parties involved have clarified, now bringing up this topic intentionally, right?]
[Cheng Zhi’s fans don’t pay attention; focus on our own! Focus on our own! Don’t get used by these marketing accounts, they just want to leech off the heat]
[Even this passerby can’t stand it anymore, you say the parties involved clarified, yet still insult Mu Qiu like this, not okay right?]
[Recently, surfing Weibo only to find all Cheng Zhirang’s marketing drafts and fans hurling insults everywhere, can’t escape it, speechless]
[Is this bullying on the basis that most readers are at school on Monday? Her readers aren’t just obedient students; there’s a hotheaded big sister like wanting to engrave the words ’Mu Qiu is your dad’ on your face]
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