MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 24 Start reading
Laning slept very well this evening, and even the dreams were full of stars.
The next morning, she woke up in the bird song. The sky just showed a white belly, and the morning light was slight.
Lan Ning yawned and got up and went to the bathroom to wash. When she came out, she took off her hair band and tried to pick up the watch on the side. The hand stopped before she touched the watch.
"Do you buy this watch with my couple?"
The voice of the Confucian language suddenly sounded in the ear, and Lanning shook with a cold, or put the watch on.
She likes this watch very much, and she also bought a lot of money to buy it. It can't be because of a word.
After packing herself up, she walked downstairs. There is no one in the living room, and the Confucian language seems to have not yet risen. Lan Ning thought for a moment and pushed the door to the outside of the villa.
There was some coolness outside, but the air was very fresh, and Lan Ning took a deep breath and felt that the whole person had been washed. She stretched out and started the stretching exercise she had learned before.
When Confucianism went downstairs, she saw that she was doing exercises outside. When she was not at work, her hair was draped, and she was trimmed neatly and her waist was long. From the back, it was a destructive back.
He also opened the door and walked over to her side. She began to do exercises with her movements: "You will also do this exercise? You are not saying that this is a broadcast gymnastics?"
Lan Ning's side bent over the action stuck, almost did not flash the waist. She looked at the Confucian language she was doing, and frowned slightly: "There is no sound how you walk. Are you a cat?"
Confucianism answered her while doing exercises: "Is you doing too much work, and then, are you really not secretly in love with me? Even if I buy the same watch, I will learn from me. "
Lan Ning: "..."
Teacher, your self feels so good, do you really know that you are being overwhelmed?
She snorted in her heart and followed the movements of Confucianism and continued to do exercises: "The watch was bought before I met you. I still suspect that you deliberately bought the same paragraph as I bought it. Fuck, you are not saying that it is very red on the Internet, can't I learn? The editor's work also needs to face the computer every day. What's even worse is that you have to encounter such a bad author. Don't jump out to ease your emotions. I have to go out to retaliate against the society."
When the Confucian language smiled, he asked, "Are you not playing sandbags? Can you do sandbags to ease your emotions?"
"Which gym, I have time to go every day, this exercise can be done at any time."
"Oh, since I recommend you something so good, you can do it later."
Lan Ning: "..."
This exercise is not invented by you! Even if she goes back to the room to eat biscuits, she won't make breakfast!
After a set of operations, the two did not immediately return to the house, it seems to be nostalgic outside the fresh air. The birds in the woods kept screaming for a moment, and they were intertwined, like a spring sonata.
Lan Ning pulled the wind-blown hair behind her ear and turned to go to the house: "I am advanced."
"and many more."
The Confucian language stopped her, and Laning’s brow jumped and turned to look at him evilly: "I will never make breakfast, you can do it yourself."
Ruan language watched her silent for a moment, smirked out.
Lan Ning was laughed at by him, laughing and laughing? Teacher, your smile is too unique.
The rhetoric of Confucianism is still laughing, approaching her silently, slowly raising her right hand and stroking her hair.
This action is too embarrassing, as if the next moment he will take her into her arms.
Lan Ning's heart slammed wildly, and every gong-like heartbeat seemed to be clearly audible.
The wind blew from the depths of the woods and brought a rustle of sound. The black hair in front of the Confucian language was also blown by the wind. He slightly hooked his mouth and picked up a small leaf from the hair of Laning.
"There are leaves falling on your hair."
Lan Ning: "..."
You need to be so beautiful on a leaf!
"But why is your face so red?" The Confucian language looked at her face and asked.
Lan Ning: "..."
She turned and turned back to the house without returning.
The Confucian language followed her into the house and saw her rushing. She smiled in a good mood and said, "Okay, I am doing breakfast, why should I be so stingy."
Lan Ning: "..."
I [哔-].
The Confucian language said that for breakfast, I really went into the kitchen and started to prepare. Lan Ning also came down from the stairs and went to the sofa to sit down and wait for dinner.
The Confucian language used bread slices and vegetables, ham, and made some sandwiches, all of which were big ones. Then they fry two eggs and shove them up and put them on the plate.
"Do you want milk or juice?" He looked up and asked Laning, who was sitting in the living room.
"Juice." Lan Ning replied.
The Confucian language turned to squeeze the juice, and it was just two cups in the cup.
"Okay, come over and eat." He put the breakfast on the table and called Lan Ning to eat.
Lan Ning looked at the small sandwich on the plate and had some surprises: "Wow, this is so cute."
Confucianism said: "Don't be so surprised, Taurus is so ingenious."
"... Taurus is not too lazy to do?"
"Is this contradiction? Masters are not easy to shoot."
Lan Ning: "..."
She still eats quietly.
After breakfast, she took the initiative to take up the washing work, and she spoke to the window by her, and she was fascinated by the word in front of her.
"Teacher, don't be dazed! I have to get the manuscript tomorrow!" Lan Ning washed the bowl and said Confucian language still kept the posture. Even the hair did not seem to move, and he snorted at him with anger.
The Confucian language looked at her sideways and asked with enthusiasm: "Tomorrow, do you not have to go to work tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow editor gave me a day off. Of course, if I don't receive the manuscript tomorrow, this holiday may be extended indefinitely." Lan Ning said that it would be a bit of a distress to himself. "So please come and write a good man." !"
The Confucian language raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you please people like this?"
"This is a derogatory prayer! Writing is your job, your job!"
"If the dishes at noon satisfy me, my enthusiasm for work may be higher."
Lan Ning: "..."
She is so angry, but she still has to smile: "I know, I will do it at lunch, can you start writing?"
"Okay." In the words of Confucianism, "I really can't do anything", I finally started writing.
Lan Ning: "..."
She is forbearing.
When speaking in Confucianism, Lan Ning has been sitting next to reading books. There are many books here, and I can always find one or two interesting ones. When she saw eleven o'clock, she began to cook with a light hand. For fear of being loud, she would scare away the inspiration that Confucianism found.
She still did three dishes and one soup, but none of them was repetitive with yesterday. And when I did it, I spent more thoughts than I did yesterday, and I also took it to the next level.
"Teacher, is your work enthusiasm higher?" Lan Ning smiled in Confucianism, not her mother-in-law selling melons, she was serious about what she did, she was a bit confident.
"Well, it looks much better than yesterday." The Confucian language picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. "It tastes good, but most of it is because the ingredients are good."
"Oh." Lan Ning returned to him and picked up the chopsticks to start eating.
After eating and drinking enough, people will be trapped, and Confucianism will go back to the room to take a nap. Yes, Lanning washed the bowl and followed the house to take a nap. I was afraid that I would sleep too long. She set an alarm clock today and climbed on time at two o'clock.
She first knocked on the door of the Confucian language and found that there was no reaction inside, and then went downstairs.
As with yesterday, the Confucian language has been sitting at the table and writing a manuscript. It seems that the inspiration is coming, it is really blocked.
She still walked to the kitchen with a light hand and opened the refrigerator to find food. However, the pudding that she specially reserved for the afternoon was gone.
She glanced around the fridge again, confirming that she had not seen it, and the pudding was really gone.
Lan Ning's mood was not good at all. In this room, there were only two people, she and the Confucian language. Now the pudding is missing, and the murderer must be a Confucian.
She went to the window and was not afraid to bother him to write a manuscript: "Teacher, have you seen the pudding I put in the refrigerator? Mango."
The fingertips of Confucian language stopped on the keyboard. After thinking about it, I looked down at the trash can at the foot: "Are you talking about this?"
Lan Ning followed his gaze and saw the empty pudding box in the trash.
Lan Ning: "..."
She is really out of anger now: "How did you eat my pudding? That is my pudding, I bought it! I specially stayed in the afternoon to eat!"
The tone of Confucianism is very dull: "But it is in my fridge."
Is it your thing in your refrigerator? Are you a robber?
He said that he was not very happy when he saw him in Confucianism. He thought that if his pudding was eaten by others, he would be furious, so he took the initiative to say comfortably: "I will put things in my refrigerator next time." Remember to write your name, and it’s not good for girls to eat too much cold stuff."
Lan Ning: "..."
She decided to stop talking to him from now until tomorrow morning.
The two had been in the cold war until the evening, and Lan Ning didn't even eat dinner, and he licked the bread in the room. She does not care about Confucianism, and she does not take the initiative to talk about her. Two people seem to be on the bar, as if whoever speaks with the other person first, whoever loses the same.
"Oh." Lan Ning took a shower and sighed. She feels that she is so childish. For a pudding, she still plays the Cold War like a primary school student, and she still owes her a manuscript to the slang. This situation is more likely to suffer from her.
But today it is obviously that he is wrong. He does not apologize, but blames her for not writing a name? This time she must absolutely stick to the end, not to steam the steamed bread to sigh!
Just thinking about the blood, the bathroom lights suddenly went out and the Lantern was scared and screamed.
She smudged to find the bath towel, wiped the water on her body, and went out in a pajamas.
The lights outside are also dark, only a little moonlight in the window.
The shock of Laning was not fixed, and the door of the room was suddenly opened, followed by a figure.
Lan Ning was so scared that he unconsciously stepped back, but he accidentally slipped due to the water stains under his feet and planted it toward the back. The man rushed up to catch her, and did not stand firm. The two men fell together on the big bed behind them.
Lan Ning was pressed under the man and clearly felt the weight of the other. She subconsciously screamed again and seemed to see her intentions. The man first said, "I am."
The low and magnetic voice of Confucianism sounded in the ear, as if there was magic, which instantly wiped out the uneasiness in her heart.
She looked up at the person in her body. In the dark room, only his eyes were very bright, like stars.