The next day.

The morning wind opened the curtains, and a ray of light came in, illuminating the two overlapping bodies on the bed. On the dark blue bed sheet, one big and one small snow-white arms clasped each other, which was very striking.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the sleeping girl seemed to be dazzled by the light, subconsciously trying to withdraw her hand to block it, but was held tightly by the other big hand and failed to pull it away. Fortunately, the girl seemed very exhausted and did not wake up from the flash of light.

Ji Lang glanced at the curtains, a little annoyed that he hadn't closed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony tightly yesterday, even though he had no chance to close the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony yesterday. Thinking of last night, the corners of Ji Lang's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes suddenly overflowed with tenderness. If I could have dreams, it would probably have been last night. He lowered his head and gently kissed the white forehead of the girl in his arms.

It's getting late, he should get up to prepare breakfast for Miaomiao. With such a large amount of exercise last night, this snack food will definitely be hungry, but he is even more reluctant to leave her at this time.

For the first time in his life, Ji Lang struggled with getting up. He kept entangled, and never got up. Instead, he hugged the girl into his arms more forcefully, letting the girl's gentle hot breath blow on his chest, accompanied by the beating of the heart inside.

This is my girl and belongs to me.

The two of them hugged each other like this, and time did not know how long it had passed until Ji Lang felt the steady breathing in his chest suddenly become hurried, and he knew that the girl in his arms was awake.

Ji Lang looked down at her and saw that Wu Miaomiao's eyes were still tightly closed, but his nervous eyelashes were trembling, but he was unwilling to open his eyes. He smiled, did not reveal, just looked down at her.

Wu Miaomiao is impatient. She pretends to sleep for a minute or two. How can she stand it after a long time, and she is so hungry now.

Like last night, the grandfather will not be angry. Not only did he plan the innocence of the mate, but he was also so rude. When I took off my clothes yesterday, I seemed to have torn off the buttons of my pajamas, as well as my pants. The grandfather seemed to be fighting, but he was also ruthlessly stripped off.

Hey, I knew I would not drink anymore. After drinking, I only had a goal in my eyes. There was no tenderness. My grandfather would not think that he was an old-fashioned critic who only looked at his body.

No matter what, get up first and talk about it, lying down won't solve the problem.

After completing the psychological construction, Wu Miao quietly opened one eye, then the second eye, and then raised his head slightly, trying to observe Ji Lang's condition first. Who knows that as soon as he raised his head, he met. Ji Lang looked like a smile but not a smile.

"Msang Gong, you are awake." The moment Wu Miaomiao saw Ji Lang suddenly felt guilty.

"Yeah." Ji Lang saw Wu Miaomiao's guilty conscience, his heart turned, and he responded with an unmoving expression.

"That... your dark circles seem to be heavier again." Wu Miaomiao had nothing to say.

"Ok."

"Last night... I didn't sleep well again."

"What do you mean?" Ji Lang looked at her meaningfully. He could sleep well like that last night. Is this despising himself?

"I'm sorry, I was so rude." Wu Miaomiao looked apologetic.

Ji Lang was startled, and the gestures of last night flashed in his mind. If he wants to be rude, he should be right. Obviously in the second half, Wu Miaomiao couldn't bear to bite him desperately, and he didn't stop.

Seeing Ji Lang did not speak, Wu Miaomiao thought that he had a bad attitude of admitting his mistake, and continued to admit his mistake: "I, I will try to be gentle next time."

tender? !

"How are you going to be gentle?" Ji Lang couldn't help asking.

"I, I won't tear off your buttons next time." Yes, the clothes still have to be taken off, and she can only guarantee that she will not tear off the buttons.

Ji Lang was startled again, and it took him a long time to realize what was going on with this button, and then he smirked: "Don't, I like you to be rude to me."

Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and he secretly said that Xianggong liked this kind of tune, and it was considered to be straightforward.

"Then...then I will continue to keep it." Wu Miaomiao quickly assured.

"Well, keep it up." Ji Lang also said solemnly.

Wu Miaomiao was completely relieved now, the father-in-law was not angry, and seemed very satisfied with her performance last night. Then again, yesterday I obviously only prepared one of those things, but there was a box in the mate's bedside table. It can be seen that he had planned for a long time, otherwise, why do you prepare that kind of things?

Thinking of this detail, Wu Miaomiao immediately felt confident. Xianggong was too shy. If he hadn't made a plan by himself, he wouldn't know if the box of things he bought would expire.

"Are you hungry?" Ji Lang asked softly.

"Hungry." Wu Miaomiao said weakly immediately.

"Well, it's too late to make breakfast at this time. Go wash and I will go out to buy you wontons." Ji Lang said.

"Hmm, what time is it now?" Wu Miaomiao asked casually.

"Eight fifty-five." Ji Lang glanced at the time and said.

"It's almost nine o'clock?!" Wu Miaomiao fiercely sat up from Ji Lang's arms and shouted in horror, "It's over, it's over, why doesn't my alarm clock ring? This morning is a lesson for naming crazy demons!"

While screaming, Wu Miaomiao jumped off the bed swiftly, picked up the pajamas on the floor and put them on. People rushed out of the room, and soon there was the sound of water from the bathroom.

Ji Lang sat on the bed for a few seconds, and suddenly realized something: Wu Miaomiao can still be so energetic, it seems that he didn't work hard enough last night.

With a smile, Ji Lang also got off the bed. He walked to the window and opened the curtains. When the room was illuminated by the sun, showing balloons, petals, and aroma candlesticks, an unspeakable emotion was in his heart. It emerged that this was something he had never had before, but guessing it might be something called happiness.

He suddenly walked to the center of the room, where there were a few floating hydrogen balloons on the ceiling, tied with beautiful pink ribbons. He stretched out his hand, took the ribbon of one of the hydrogen balloons, pulled the balloon down, and pulled it in his hand. He looked at it and walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window, went out, and stood on the balcony. In the already bright morning light, he relaxed. Opened his hand. The hydrogen balloon lifted into the air gracefully, slowly flying towards the sky, as if he had let off a certain dream, and also as if he had let off his mood.

At nine o'clock, the two quickly went downstairs. Ji Lang drove Wu Miaomiao to the subway station. It was not that he didn't want to send Wu Miaomiao to school personally, but at this point in time, the subway was much faster than the car.

When he arrived at the subway station, Ji Lang handed Wu Miaomiao the buns he bought from the mall yesterday, and said, "Eat during the subway and class."

"Well, Xiang Gong, I'm leaving." While speaking, Wu Miaomiao pulled the door and got out of the car. She was really afraid of being late. The last time Ji Lang was kidnapped by an organ dealer, she had already escaped the class of the named mad professor. After that, the professor said that if Wu Miaomiao skipped class again, she would be unconditionally suspended at the end of the term.

Sitting in the car, Ji Lang watched Wu Miaomiao's figure rushing towards the subway entrance, then suddenly stopped, and suddenly ran back.

Ji Lang thought that Wu Miao had missed something, so he put down the car window and waited for Wu Miao to run over: "What's wrong, have you forgotten something?"

"Forgot to say a word." Wu Miaomiao smiled.

"what?"

"Msang Gong." Wu Miaomiao's face was red, as if she had run 800 meters, and she seemed to have been exposed to the sun. "You did a great job yesterday."

After speaking, Wu Miaomiao ran without looking back, at that speed,

It's almost time to surpass the Olympic 100-meter champion.

Ji Lang kept turning his head until Wu Miaomiao's figure disappeared, and when the vehicles behind him kept urging him to leave with the horn, he slowly recovered, and then he was funny and angry again. .

What is this, encouragement, sure?

"It's really dying." Ji Lang sighed, and then started the car into the car flow to the studio.

Wu Miaomiao, who had shouted this sentence, only slowed down after entering the subway car, pressed bread against her hot cheeks, and began to guess Ji Lang's reaction.

The book says that men are very concerned about women's evaluation of them in this respect, so if you boast in the process or afterwards, men will be very happy. I didn't have time to boast last night, so I had to make up afterwards. I wonder if Xiang Gong will be happy?

"Hehehe, no matter what, the second dream has come true." Wu Miaomiao smiled silly in the subway holding the bread.

Time flies, more than a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and it will soon be Christmas, and then New Year's Day. The temperature in Haicheng is getting colder and colder, and the weather forecast always says it will snow, but not once it really does.

The studio is also doing a year-end summary, Dong Yongyuan holding a pile of documents, go upstairs to find Ji Lang.

"Why is this year's turnover so much less?" Ji Lang glanced at the report and asked.

"The novel you serialized on the Internet is locked. If you don't have a subscription, you don't even have all kinds of copyright fees." Dong Yongyuan explained.

Ji Lang let out a cry, indicating that he knew it.

"Boss, should you open a new book?" Dong Yongyuan reminded.

"Nothing I want to write recently." Since Wu Miaomiao appeared, he no longer has to be forced to go to various nightmares, so naturally there is no material and creative desire. He used to write books to vent the negative energy in his heart, but now he, no matter how much negative energy he has, as soon as he sees Wu Miaomiao, it all disappears.

As a member of Xuanmen, Dong Yongyuan naturally hopes that Ji Lang can maintain his current state, but as an employee, he is also very worried that if this continues, he will be unemployed.

"Then boss, should we transform our studio?" Dong Yongyuan suggested, "If you no longer write related books in the future, we must find some other sources of income. Do you think we take back some of the copyrights and adapt them? How about investing in movies and TV series by myself?"

Ji Lang glanced at him: "Did the studio lose money?"

"That's not true." Dong Yongyuan said.

"Then what are you anxious for?" Ji Lang calmly said, "The two books I wrote before were locked because of the sensitive period. After a period of time, the influence of these two cases will pass, and they will naturally be released. Up."

"But that's a few years later." Dong Yongyuan said.

Ji Lang frowned. Just as he was about to say something more, there was a knock on the door. The two turned around and saw that Huo Mingzhi, who hadn't seen him for a long time, was standing at the door. Seeing him, Ji Lang's frowned brows tightened again.

"Team Huo, why are you here?" Dong Yongyuan asked with a smile.

"I'm here, naturally something is going on." Huo Mingzhi swept away Ji Lang's unkind expression, and said quickly, "Don't look at me like this, it's a good thing for me to come this time."

Ji Lang turned his head in disdain, as if to say that there could be good things in your presence.

"What's a good thing?" Dong Yongyuan was very curious. It was either the victim's family or the criminal who had something to do with the Criminal Police Brigade.

"I have a business to introduce to you." Huo Ming knew.

"Business, it's not that we want our boss to help you solve the case." Dong Yongyuan said.

"You, it is the duty of ordinary people to assist the police in solving the case. How can it be a business." Huo Ming knew he was unhappy, this little Dongzi was really unconscious.

"Heh." Ji Lang couldn't help but sneer when he heard the word obligation.

"Team Huo, if you have something to say quickly, because of your relationship this year, our boss's two new books have been locked, and the studio has suffered heavy losses. He is not happy." Dong Yongyuan quietly leaned in Huo Mingzhi's ear to remind .

Huo Mingzhi scratched his nose in embarrassment. He really did not understand this matter, so he stopped selling it and said directly: "That's it. I plan to shoot a TV drama about anti-drugs. I used to be in the anti-drug team. The department asked me to collect materials and showed me a few scripts written by the editor. I don’t think it hurts to write what they wrote, and they wrote the drug dealers as if they were mentally handicapped. You said that they were rivals with a group of mentally handicapped people. Can it reflect the dangers and difficulties of our drug police, so I recommended you to the top. How about it, are you interested?"

Ji Lang glanced at him and said directly: "No."

"This is a national production." Huo Mingzhi reminded, "The books you write have few film and television copyrights sold in China, and they are basically sold abroad. If you can participate in this production, your books may be in China. The movie has become a movie."

"Not interested." Ji Lang continued to refuse.

"Boss, this can be of interest." Dong Yongyuan is worried about the studio's plummeting turnover. How could he miss this opportunity, "Think about the pocket money of the proprietress. Do you hope that the pocket money of the proprietress will increase every year. Are you young?"

Ji Lang was startled and hesitated.

"Team Huo, when can I sign the contract?" Dong Yongyuan said directly.

"I'll call them right now and they will be able to come in the afternoon. This matter has been prepared for a long time and the actors have been found, but the script just can't be finalized, and the above is very urgent." Huo Mingzhi said immediately.

"Go, let's go down and talk."

Both of them knew Ji Lang's character well. He did not refuse directly, so he agreed. But it was very difficult for him to say the two words of agreement personally, so the two of them made a tacit agreement on their own.

Sure enough, since then, until the signing of the contract, Ji Lang never said veto.