Good Morning, Miss Ghost

The Pujiang website will soon hold an author conference. As a student Chen Qingyang who has made a significant contribution to the national taxation, he should have received the invitation of the author conference.

What makes her uncomfortable is that the chrysanthemums in the place also received invitations.

This is the first time that a chrysanthemum has seen the author conference of Pujiang. Chen Qingyang wanted to be a senior, and she must leave her an unforgettable experience.

Chen Qingyang was very relieved when she pulled out the little dress that was taken to Li Yan ’s wedding. She thought that this heart-expensive dress could only be worn once in her life. I did not expect to have the opportunity to wear it on the battlefield so soon Already.

After Chen Yao had no folds on her skirt, Chen Qingyang happily went to take a shower. Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum greatly likes to take pictures of herself without PS traces on Weibo. This hobby has not stopped after being picked up by her third-person identity. Chen Qingyang, while using the shower gel endorsed by the male god, thought that he would have to crush the chrysanthemums with great confidence in his looks tomorrow!

"Our people are so happy today!" Chen Qingyang was alone in the bathroom, washed himself out, and finally came out. Pick up the mobile phone still in bed with an unread text message to Yunze. Chen Qingyang flattened his mouth and opened his eyes to check: "Come here for dinner tomorrow. Grandpa wants to see you."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Her fake girlfriend has been playing for several months, and Xiang Yunze has no intention of breaking up with herself. She feels that if she goes on like this, she will have to charge according to the heroine's pay.

"I won't be free tomorrow. Let's go someday."

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

Chen Qingyang snorted. Does she really think of herself as her boyfriend? "I'm going to the author conference tomorrow, and Chrysanthemum is going to go too. This is a battle between our women, you don't understand."

Yun Xiang Yunze looked at the text message and couldn't help laughing: "Where are you hosting the author conference?"

Chen Qingyang reported a place name. The text message to Yunze came again soon: "I'll send you."

Chen Qingyang shook his lips: "... I know the way."

"You can show off that you have such an excellent boyfriend in front of Chrysanthemum."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Auntie she wants to curse.

I can't help but think about it, his words still make some sense, after all, Chrysanthemum's boyfriend was snatched from her girlfriend.

So Chen Qingyang happily agreed, it really is good to have a boyfriend, even if this boyfriend is fake.

Speaking of a fake boyfriend, she remembered that there was a boyfriend selling on a omnipotent treasure. On the whim, she searched for a virtual lover on the homepage.

The so-called virtual lover is that the shop owner assigns a clerk to pretend to be your boyfriend according to the order you ordered. During the service time, he will accompany you like a lover to chat, listen to your complaints, and say good morning and good night to you. Of course, They do not provide impure services.

Ding 咚!

"Dear, which boyfriend do you want? The president here is too big, and Uncle Jiao has everything ~"

Chen Qingyang thought for a while and said, "Give me a bamboo horse to warm the man."

"Oh, dear, because it is a special price of 0.99 yuan, so we do not accept returns once the goods are shipped ~~ The service time is one hour. If you are satisfied with your boyfriend, can you ask me to renew your order? Da ~~

"Can you talk about anything?"

"Nothing on the phone PLAY ~ Our boyfriends are all serious boys ~"

"……Yep."

I paid, and soon someone called Xiaobao came to add her buckle.

Verification message: Girlfriend I miss you ~ = 3 =

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Agree with the friend's request, and the other person's picture immediately jumped up: "Dear, do you miss me? = 3 ="

Chen Qingyang: "..."

She pursed her lips and asked, "Are you a robot?"

It's not impossible for the unscrupulous merchants to get an automated robot to chat with them.

"Hey, I'm a pure human, do you want to feel it [shy]"

Chen Qingyang thought for a while and said, "Are you really a man?"

…… "... darling, do you want to hear my voice, I can call you. ^ _ ^"

Huh ... "So you guess I'm a robot? :)"

"..."

"Do you guess I'm a man? :)"

"..."

不是 Is this guy here to make trouble?

"Hahaha no longer teases you, in fact I am an Internet writer and I am looking for inspiration for new novels."

"(⊙o⊙) novelist! You are so good, dear! What kind of new novel is yours?"

"Explore whether the mass of the material conferred by the strong nuclear force and the parts explained by the Higgs field are independent."

Wu Xiaobao: "..."

He thinks this day ... seems like he can't talk anymore.

But the time is far from an hour. He can only chat with the girlfriend with a scrutiny. Chen Qingyang also learned from chatting with Xiaobao that the other party is still a junior junior student.

"Little treasure is great, I will give you a five-star praise, but now I am going to sleep and sleep ~"

"Ah, but there are 20 minutes left."

"It's okay, 88 I'm offline."

Chen Qingyang said she went offline, but she did not expect Xiaobao to call her directly: "Dear dad, go to sleep, I will sing a song for you for 20 minutes."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

This Nima is too dedicated. _ (:  」∠) _

Wu Xiaobao sang after speaking, still singing the song of King Mo. This time Chen Qingyang was reluctant to hang up, let alone the other party's voice was very clear, singing very pleasantly. She thinks there must be many girls chasing Xiaobao in school.

Chen Qingyang fell asleep while listening, and did not know when the call was hung up.

起来 When she got up the next morning, she went to give Xiaobao a five-star praise, and then went out to do her hair. Xiang Yunze came on time, but when Chen Qingyang saw his cool silver-gray Lamborghini, he couldn't help twitching: "Aren't you usually a Mercedes-Benz?"

Wu Xiangyunze smiled and said, "Since it's to show off, of course, Rambo has to be sent. Mercedes-Benz is too low-key."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Did she suddenly think that it would be too harsh? I hope that chrysanthemums will be able to resist them.

When I arrived at the venue, many authors had already come. Because Chen Qingyang is a local, he arrived later than those authors from other places. Everyone was sitting in the conference room chatting, and suddenly they didn't know which one shouted, "Come and see, there is a Lamborghini parked downstairs!"

The whole venue is boiling now, and the authors of Pujiang.com were almost all women. Now when I see a cool Rambo, everyone is not calm: "If my husband drives me this kind of car , I promised to give him a second child! "

"Someone came down! The bed was so handsome! I do n’t want a car anymore, I want someone ~~ = 3 ="

"Do you guess which author he came from?"

"Perhaps" Overbearing President Loves Me "?"

Chen Qingyang also got out of the car at this time, and everyone recognized the chrysanthemums crowded by the window with almost a glance, and suddenly his face became very ugly.

"Wow! That seems to be boiled lemon!"

等等 "Wait a minute, let me evaluate. The sink is really a lemon! When did she have such a cool boyfriend!"

He seemed to be aware of the sight upstairs, looked at Yunze upstairs, and smiled at them.

"Drunk and drunk."

"It's decided, I will drink freshly squeezed lemon juice later!"

"Look, kiss!"

At this moment, everyone was almost out of the rhythm of the window, gently holding Chen Qingyang's waist to Yunze's hand, bowed her head and kissed her. Chen Qingyang suddenly turned red and red, and wanted to bend his knee to attack his vital part again.

冷静 "Calm down, do a full set of drama, my service is in place?"

Chen Qingyang: "..."

"Call me at the end, I'll pick you up." After saying to Yunze, he waved his hands towards the rows of people upstairs and drove Lambo away.

As soon as Chen Qingyang went upstairs, they noticed that everyone was staring at him. She smiled a little awkwardly, searching her friends in the crowd.

Then Jiyou rushed out by himself.

"Lemon, you are going to walk on the red carpet in this beautiful dress!"

Now the focus of everyone's attention is on Chen Qingyang's clothes again. The chrysanthemum looks at Chen Qingyang surrounded by a group of people, and his face is green.

Chen Qingyang and Chrysanthemum were at the same table during dinner. Jiyou took the opportunity to pick up the handsome Rambo guy. Chen Qingyang smiled embarrassedly: "In fact, he is the piebald who cast a torpedo under my article."

This word was deliberately told to Chrysanthemum. At first, she saw Chen Qingyang rushed to the top of the monthly list of overlord tickets at the speed of God Bashangtian, and wanted to hang her on the wall.

Tong Jiyou knows what Chen Qingyang means, and exclaims exaggeratedly: "Your boyfriend is so good, he is rich and willing to spend it for you, and he also knows how to cast a mine. My boyfriend does not even know my pseudonym!"

I saw with satisfaction that chrysanthemum's face was much like constipation, and Chen Qingyang had a good appetite.

The author conference is not over yet, and the photos of the authors have been uploaded on Weibo. When Chen Qingyang checked in and when she took the stage to receive the award, the photos were posted on Weibo. Readers saw her and left comments on her Weibo: "Lemon Goddess marry!"

Chen Qingyang's vanity was extremely satisfied, and this four-digit skirt finally realized its value QAQ.

局 Chen Qingyang won a full victory in this game, especially when she met Yunze to pick her up, she almost felt like a princess hahaha!

"So happy?" Xiang Yunze looked at the smirking person next to him, and couldn't help feeling a smile on his lips.

当然 "Of course! You haven't seen Daisy's expression today, and Sichuan opera hasn't changed her face so much!" Chen Qingyang said with a bit of sorrow, "but I think she might break up with her boyfriend when she returns."

I was sad for two seconds, and then laughed wildly.

Yunxiang Yunze: "..."

He really didn't understand the woman's fight.

Chen Qingyang posted on Weibo in a good mood, and then she saw—

Mo Mozhen V: Today, I went to the hospital for a physical examination with my wife. The doctor said that I was going to be a father soon. Please bless me. :)

Chen Qingyang: "..."

"Spotted! Go to the bar!"

Xun Xiang Yunze grew so big, except for the time Li Yan rejected himself, he really hadn't drunk so much. Watching Chen Qingyang keep pouring himself by the side, he couldn't help but pull out the bottle in her hand and hugged her and went out. He doesn't like bars, and he doesn't like her staying here.

Chen Qingyang drunk so much, but fortunately, he didn't spit him like he did last time, but he sang along the way: "I only want one heart, I don't know Pear Pear Pear ~~~~

Yunxiang Yunze: "..."

He couldn't take her home this way, he drove to the hotel as usual.

As soon as she helped her to the bed, Chen Qingyang's cell phone rang. Xiang Yunze pulled out her cell phone from her bag. It was called by a small person.

He raised his eyebrows, connected to Yunze, and before he could talk, the other person's vibrant voice came over: "Girlfriend ~ don't you miss me in a day!"

Yunxiang Yunze: "..."

He glanced at the person next to him who weighed heavily on himself and said quietly, "Who are you?"

The other person froze obviously, and then asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm the boyfriend of this phone owner."

Wu Xiaobao: "..."

"Haha, I am a smart boyfriend software bought online by Taobao on Taobao. I will call her regularly every day to say hello, goodbye!"

Yunxiang Yunze: "..."

Wu Shun threw the phone on the bed, and looked down at Yunze at Yunze. The other side squinted like a kitten, and lay on him softly, and the skirt was a bit messy because of the pull, and the scenery on the chest was looming.

Yunxiang Yunze's eyes darkened. He and the little girl have come to the hotel three times to open a room. If nothing happens, he will feel sorry for the hotel.

Although he didn't want to take advantage of people, but this little girl dared to carry him online to find a boyfriend? It doesn't seem to be possible without a lesson.

把 He helped the person to lie down on the bed, then leaned over and pressed down.

Afterwards. :)

清 Chen Qingyang woke up and found herself and Xiang Yunze lying on a bed, both of whom were not wearing clothes, and screamed silently, covering her mouth.

She has only one idea in her heart now, and they finally made it come true ... It seems that this hand cannot be separated.

She wanted to get up from the bed, but as soon as she moved, she was clenched: "Where?"

"... bath."

He Xiangyun Ze did not open his eyes, but smiled, "I like it."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

"You like it, then you go first."

"Together." He said to Yunze and hugged him, in exchange for Chen Qingyang screaming.

的 The scenery in the bathroom was so good, Xiang Yunze felt that he was a bit out of control. Pushing Chen Qingyang against the frosted window, he kissed the tip of her nose: "Let's get married."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Although she said that she was still impressed, although she said she didn't really resist, would she get married too soon?

"3, 2, 1, 1 countdown ends, I am your acquiescence."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

She looked at Xiang Yunze inconceivably. Can this person be shameless again?

As a result, they were still married and soon had a daughter named Xiang Qing.

When she was very young, the doctor gave her an intelligence test, and she said that her IQ was high. Chen Qingyang now also saw it. Especially in mathematics, she seemed to have extraordinary talent.

"Mom, I have finished my homework." Xiang Qingli, a five-year-old author, ran to the living room and got involved with her mother again. Chen Qingyang picked up her homework book and glanced, and frowned suddenly: "This is your homework assigned by your teacher?"

不是 "No, the homework assigned by the teacher is too simple. I am doing my sixth grade homework."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

"But I have finished all my 6th grade homework. Let's start junior high school next week."

Chen Qingyang: "..."

"Mom, let's play Sudoku!"

Chen Qingyang's mouth twitched: "Find your father."

"But dad is still at school."

那 "Then ... go back to the Pi."

"I have more than a hundred piggybacks!"

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Help! How could this monster be her daughter!

Wu Xiangqing was one year younger than Mo Chenrui, but after finishing the first grade, he jumped to the third grade. He was in the same class with Mo Chenrui and became his tablemate. Of course, Xiang Yunze specifically told the class teacher when he sent Xiangqing, because his daughter and Mo Chenrui knew each other, so he wanted to take care of him.

晨 Mo Chenrui's table was a sweet scent. How many girls in the class wanted to sit at the same table with him, but they did not expect to be snatched away by a little girl who suddenly appeared.

Xiangxiang Qing is only 7 years old, the youngest in the class. Although I was in the third grade, I already had a thick pair of glasses on my face. Seeing her like this, the female classmates in the class could sit at the same table with Mo Chenrui, very unconvinced, so they were not very friendly towards Xiang Qing. However, Xiang Qing didn't mind. She used her pen to write and write in the book every day, and lived in her own small world.

Xiangxiang Qing's scores are very good. Each exam is the first to be completed, and the exam is 100 points. Mo Chenrui's performance was not so good. Although he did not fail, he did not miss 80 points.

But he wanted to be very open, anyway, his characteristic is to look beautiful. He glanced at Xiang Xiaoqing, who had two little puppets next to him, and his eyes were covered by lenses. He felt that God was fair.

"What are you looking at?" Xiang Qing, who had been drawing pictures, suddenly asked. She usually does not like to talk to other classmates-although Mo Chenrui thinks that no one wants to talk to her, but now she actively speaks to herself, Mo Chenrui is still a little surprised: "Nothing."

He turned around when he finished speaking. At this time, the small class in their class ran over, "Mo Chenrui, shall we go outside to play?"

"Not good." Even if he was treating Banhua, Mo Chenrui was equally cold.

Xiao Xiaobanhua seemed to have been hit, and Jiao began to pull his arm like, "咚咚 They are all outside, it's fun."

Mo Chenrui was entangled with helplessness. He pulled back his hand and pointed to Qing's workbook: "You can understand what she is writing, and I will go out with you."

"Really?" Xiao Banhua's eyes lightened, and he pulled off Xiang Qing's book. Xiang Qing's hand was still paused, and he said nothing.

"Hey, what are you writing?" Xiao Banhua did not conceal the disgust in his eyes, and threw the book back to Xiang Qing's front. Xiang Qing pushed the glasses on his face, straightened the book, and continued to write: "Zhengxuan function, based on your IQ, you will not understand after finishing high school."

Small class flower, although she doesn't understand, but scolds her, she understands it. So she cried with a wow, and Mo Chenrui frowned a bit. Her cry attracted the teacher, who calmly touched her head and asked, "Huahua, why are you crying?"

"Xian Qing scolds me!" Huahua classmate pointed at Xiang Qing, just like pointing at a sinner who was unforgiving.

"I haven't, I'm just stating the facts." Xiang Qing continued to calculate in the book, without lifting his face and eyelids. The teacher also knows this genius girl. She glanced at her book, and she was a little dumbfounded. It was all high school functions, and it was definitely a nightmare for many high school students. But this seven-year-old girl was just like playing.

She knows that Xiang Qing was isolated by her classmates. She thinks that this is probably the genius in the book that is destined to be lonely. _ (:  」∠) _

Xi Huahua saw that the teacher did not criticize Xiang Qing, and she cried even harder. The teacher had no choice but to ask Mo Chenrui: "Mo Chenrui, did Xiang Qing scold Huahua?"

"I didn't hear it."

Teacher Yun: "..."

This is also a little ancestor. He was a fan of Heavenly King at the age of eight.

Xi Huahua saw Mo Chenrui speak to Qing, and she cried even more. The teacher took her out with a headache, and Mo Chenrui was relieved until the voice disappeared outside the corridor. He glanced at Xiang Qing with his head down, and couldn't help frowning again: "What's the point of writing these all day?"

Wu Xiangqing finally stopped writing and glanced at Mo Chenrui's 83-point math paper: "A person like you who spends all your nutrition on your face doesn't understand."

Mo Chenrui: "..."

He pulled a corner of his mouth and smiled: "It's better than the ugly eight weirds you can't marry."

Xiang Xiang 愣 愣 然后, and then with no warning, tears fell down.

Mo Chenrui was startled. The speed of tears, I'm afraid even his father can't match it.

"What are you crying for?" Mo Chenrui was panicked by her crying. Does crying still contagious? How could these little girls cry?

Wu Xiangqing didn't know why she was crying. Usually, some naughty boys in the class often said that she was ugly and weird, but she never took it to heart, but now that Mo Chenrui said so, she was so sad that she wanted to cry.

"Okay, don't cry, it's me wrong." Mo Chenru apologized, but Xiang Qing still couldn't stop crying.

"You won't be able to marry in the future, will I marry you?"

Xu Xiangqing twitched a few times before finally crying. Mo Chenrui impatiently took out a tissue and took off her glasses.

"What, what?" Xiang Qing glasses stared at him redly.

"Nothing." Mo Chenrui wiped his face with a tissue, and he didn't expect this little girl to take off his glasses.

After this episode, Xiang Qing continued to write his calculations. Mo Chenrui looked at her while holding her chin for a long time, and finally came up with a sentence: "You look good without glasses."

Wu Xiangqing's nib stopped and it took a long time to say, "I can't see clearly without glasses."

Mo Chenrui looked at her slightly red ears and couldn't help but hook the corner of her mouth: "When you grow up, you can wear contact lenses. Wear it now."

"Oh." Xiang Qing responded and continued to draw on the book, but this time, it was Mo Chenrui's beautiful eyes.

"Good Morning, Miss Ghost" is over