Ling Qingxuan slipped her hand and almost planned to delete this page.

Why is it still down?

Aya Qingxuan didn't think about it any longer.

After she quickly wrote the plan, she looked up the route to Qiufeng Xiaoxiao's house.

By the way, I sent him a message that I was going.

Ling Qingxuan went to the living room to look for her bag, just in time to see You Xi holding a water glass and sleeping on a chair.

"Youxi?" Ling Qingxuan poked him.

The man breathed lightly, but didn't respond.

At this point, he can't sleep.

Ling Qingxuan held his shoulders with both hands, pondered for a while, and shook it vigorously.

【...】Yao Shou La host, please be gentle!

You Xi woke up rudely, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

"What's up?"

With such an ignorant look on his cold face, it is easy to arouse love and compassion.

Ling Qingxuan stared at his lips, and finally pinched his face.

"I'm going out, wake up, don't sleep."

"Hmm... sleepy." You Xi narrowed her eyes and closed them again.

"I'll take off your clothes if you don't wake up." The little girl threatened.

As if the cold wind penetrated into the clothes, Youxi immediately woke up.

He and Ling Qingxuan were very close, so close that he could feel each other's breath.

Just as he was about to speak, Aya Qingxuan took the lead in standing up straight.

"I'm going out."

"Where?"

You Xi was startled, this was her private business, he asked what it was for.

"You go and tell me when you come back."

"Yeah." Ling Qingxuan neatly put her bag on her back.

Looking at her back, and the light and dancing ponytail, You Xi felt an itch in her heart.

He wanted to ask, 'Do you have a boyfriend? ’

Or, 'Didn't you say you can supervise me, why do you run out on weekends? ’

Finally, he swallowed his words, took a gulp of coffee, and went back to his room to catch up.

...

Ling Qingxuan turned the car twice before finding Qiufeng Xiaoxiao's home.

The old housing area has mottled white ash on the walls.

She walked to a door and knocked a few times.

No one should.

She continued to knock, but the resident next door opened the door.

"Little sister, who are you looking for?"

Hmm... Could it be that she is looking for Qiufeng Xiaoxiao? It's too middle school.

She is still in the internship stage, so the author's real information cannot be fully disclosed to her.

She doesn't know the real name of this Qiufeng Xiaoxiao.

"I find……"

The neighbor reacted immediately, "You are looking for Xiaoqiu, his grandma is in the hospital, and there is no one at home at the moment."

Xiao Qiu, the autumn wind is Xiao Xiao?

No wonder I can't get in touch, it's because of my grandma.

It was really unexpected that such a young boy would write such a **** supernatural novel.

"thanks."

After Ling Qingxuan thanked him, he asked the hospital, and it was really near the barbecue shop yesterday.

After turning back, Aya Qingxuan went to the hospital.

She wandered the corridor slowly, and found the corresponding ward according to the child's breath.

The boy looked at the old man sleeping on the hospital bed, his eyes were calm and sad.

‘knock knock’

Aya Qingxuan knocked on the door twice.

Xiao Qiu frowned and turned around, seeing Ling Qingxuan, his eyes flashed with brilliance.

He closed the door lightly and looked at Ling Qingxuan not knowing what to say.

Fate is indescribable.

For the third time, they met again.

Boys and girls stood in the corridor, their beautiful faces and bodies made passers-by look away.

Xiao Qiu is also a young literary and artistic young man in his heart, and he especially believes in intuition.

He couldn't hide his excitement, just as he had decided to meet for the second time, he didn't ask anything, and directly confessed: "Tong Ling, I like you."

At the same time, Ling Qingxuan said in a cold voice, "Hello, Qiufeng Xiaoxiao, I'm your new editor ice cream."

The two spoke at the same time, but Ling Qingxuan's words were longer, so after Xiao Qiu finished speaking, the little girl's voice continued.

Xiao Qiu's blood suddenly got stuck, and he said stunned, "What did you say?"

Ling Qingxuan took out his phone and opened the chat log to show him.

"Qiufeng Xiaoxiao, have you done your signature?"

The boy's first brave confession in more than ten years seems to have died just like that.

...

Leading Ling Qingxuan to the school not far from the hospital, Xiao Qiu took out the stacks of books from the delivery room.

He ripped open the package stiffly, held the pen, and his eyes were a little distracted.

"Hold the pen steady."

The little girl stood by, like a stern instructor.

Xiao Qiu shook his hand and looked up at her, "How old are you?"

"twenty one."

Xiao Qiu had not recovered from the shock of the hospital.

He confessed, and it turned out that he was in charge of his own editor, which was really dramatic.

Because his grandmother was in the emergency room, he broke his mobile phone and never took it to repair, so he didn't know about it.

After Xiao Qiu signed a few copies, he asked again, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"no."

Then he still has a chance, don't panic.

Xiao Qiu took a deep breath and quickly signed.

It was the first time I saw an editor who came to my door.

But it was precisely because of this that he could meet her again.

Seeing his smooth movements, Ling Qingxuan didn't bother.

There are a total of 100 books that need his signature. They were placed in the school's communication room before. He didn't have the energy to do this.

As he signed, he thought about how he had come up with a pen name with so many strokes, his hands were sore.

He chose to numb himself with chatting.

"Tong Ling, female junior, holding a golden brick, do you like younger than you?"

This is what his grandma's generation often talks about.

They were exactly three years apart, and he was implying!

Ling Qingxuan just said lightly, "Study hard and make progress every day."

Xiao Qiu: ...

After more than three hours, Xiao Qiu couldn't even write his own pseudonym.

His hand holding the pen was shaking.

"Okay." The boy said obediently.

Ling Qingxuan called for a courier, packaged it up and sent it to the company.

With so many people in the middle of the day, she directly picked up a hundred books, which did not fit the setting of this petite figure.

"How is your grandma?"

When the two were free, Aya Qingxuan asked.

Xiao Qiu sighed, "It's an old problem, but it's getting better in the past few days and I'm ready to leave the hospital."

"Well, when are you going to open a new book?"

Xiaoqiu wants to say that he will not be open for the time being. After all, he has started school and has to take care of his grandma, so he may not have enough energy.

But when he thought that apart from this, he would not have any interaction with the little girl in front of him, he dug a hole and said, "I will organize the outline and the beginning for you in a few days."

The two were talking about public affairs. After the end, Xiaoqiu wanted to talk about private affairs.

"Tong Ling, do you have an ideal type?"

"You should go back."

Xiao Qiu hesitated, "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was stuffed into the taxi by the little girl.

Xiao Qiu held back his words.

[The host's charm has not diminished at all. From the uncle to the teenager, I like you~]

Like to be able to eat?

[Strictly speaking, yes, after all, falling out of love will make people not thinking about tea and rice. 】

Is the bread not good enough, why torture yourself?

So Aya Qingxuan bought a big bag of bread and went home.