Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Lu Lianguang and Tang Tu had an appointment for dinner today.

The main reason was that Tang Tu didn't expect them to go out together for two consecutive days at first, and arranged all the draft plans for the two days on the weekend to Sunday - meeting with Kataha is important, but the daily amount of manuscripts must be completed. Fortunately, Lu Lianguang learned that Tang Tu was living in Yuheng's apartment after returning to China. He suddenly lost interest in other houses and only wanted to look at Yuheng's apartment, so he didn't have to go out and run around during the day. .

After dinner, they came out of the French restaurant, and the restaurant waiter handed them back their coats at the door and greeted them away.

Tang Tu was a little embarrassed. Yesterday it was agreed that he would come to treat a guest, so Lu Lianguang deliberately took him to the roadside ramen shop. Today, when Lu Lianguang treated him, he would take him to eat high-end French food—if it wasn’t for Tang Tu’s car It's rented, it's hard to find a driver and I need to drive by myself. I can't drink alcohol today. He was planning to open a bottle of expensive red wine.

It was already dark, Tang Tui sat in the driver's seat, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Next time, I won't drive here... Let's open the bottle of wine, I'll treat you."

He didn't say it explicitly, but Lu Congguang keenly captured his emotions.

"Bamboo God, you have recommended Yuheng Apartment to me. You must have seen that my financial situation is okay. It is the most expensive apartment building in Dongling. Is a meal ten yuan or a thousand yuan, For me, it really doesn't make any difference." Lu Lianguang smiled, "Besides, in my eyes, the ramen with coriander that you personally picked for me is much more precious than this French meal. You are so polite to me, I Very sad."

Whether a meal is 10 yuan or 1,000 yuan, of course, it makes no difference to Tang Tu, but he has never had the experience of treating each other with friends for dinner, for fear that something wrong will make the other party unhappy, that's why he thinks so much. When Lu Lianguang said he was sad, he panicked and said, "I'm not being polite...I..."

He was speechless when he panicked, but Lu Lianguang continued calmly, "I have the good intentions to invite you to dinner, but you are so rich, and you have to settle the account so clearly..."

"I'm not counting, I'm just..."

"You just want to buy me a drink?"

"Yep."

"Okay, I agree. Next time, let's go to an izakaya. There is a new one in the east area. The environment is very good. We went to a dinner in the community once."

Tang Tu replied, and only later realized that the other party spoke too smoothly, as if it was premeditated, he looked at Lu Lianguang for a while, and finally asked, "Did you say that you were sad just now? Kidding?"

"Yes." Lu Jianguang admitted happily.

Again... I was teased by him again. Tang Tu felt ashamed and refused to take care of Lu Lianguang any longer. He turned around to fasten his seat belt, Lu Lianguang looked at him, and quickly went back to coax people: "Don't be angry, Bamboo God? Bamboo God, you take care of me. Come on. Hey, are you really angry? I was wrong. I just wanted to go to the izakaya with you. I was afraid that you would not agree. You already agreed to go with me just now. OK?"

Where can Tang Tu be angry with Lu Lianguang? He was used to being despised since he was a child, and he had never been observed by someone so meticulously about his emotions, coaxing him when something was wrong, it was like holding him in his heart and cherishing him... His face became hot again in a blink of an eye, and he said quickly : "No... not angry. Fasten your seat belt and we're going."

"That izakaya thing..."

"Can."

After successfully making another appointment, Lu Lianguang was satisfied, fastened his seat belts, and the two drove to Tang Tu's residence in the city center.

Standing in the most prosperous area of ​​the city center, Yuheng Apartment Building is said to be the most expensive serviced apartment building in Dongling City.

Most of the residents here have other villas in the suburbs. They bought or rented the house here just for the convenience of office work. There are also single young upstarts who love urban life and live in this skyscraper. Of course, there are others like Tang Tu. Such overseas travelers just need a temporary destination that meets their status.

But without exception, they are all extremely wealthy, which means that the building is equipped with the strongest security and security systems to ensure the safety of these high-value residents in the building.

Huo Miao held her lightest laptop in one hand and put the other in the pocket of her hoodie, looking up at this building, which is said to gather the richest young white-collar upstarts in the city center.

There was still an hour before You Hongzhi's agreed meeting time. He put on a hoodie and turned into a corner of the surveillance camera. He leaned back against the wall and held his laptop with one hand. He opened the computer with the other and started using his own computer. Fingerprints falsify a new resident profile.

In order to keep a low profile, he deliberately wore a black suit today, but he couldn't stand his white appearance. A baby face was particularly conspicuous in the low-brightness screen, and he looked puffed up.

"Tell me which floor and several rooms will die? I have to risk hacking to check the owner list! I know this building is so difficult to enter, so I have to make an appointment here..."

Room A on the 18th floor, Tang Chu; Room C on the 20th floor, Ye Ziming; Room A on the 19th floor, You Hongzhi... I found him.

Twenty minutes later, he managed to temporarily add his fingerprints to the building's whitelist, which was a little harder than he thought, which made him grit his teeth even more.

Yesterday, You Hongzhi replied that sentence. No matter how much he asked him to come out to pick him up, it would be like a rock sinking into the ocean. He could only figure out a way to get in on his own. Fortunately, the building used the most advanced fingerprint security measures. Huo Miao really couldn't do anything about locking the bolt.

You Hongzhi really did not like him, and was deliberately making things difficult for him!

Huo Miao has not been under the control of her parents since she was a child, and is used to being called Wang Zhenghe in the virtual world. Where did she get this kind of anger? Thinking back then, in the Tibetan Xiu Building, You Hongzhi made things difficult for him from time to time because of his identity as a senior brother...New The hatred and old hatred added together, Huo Miao forgot Lu Lianguang's warning that "it's easy to overturn the car" last night, and he became timid and decided to give up his low-pitched plea, or to carry out his original plan - to threaten him!

He spent the rest of his time intruding into the studio whose account is "Tianqing Round". The two people in this studio are the chief world architects of "Yao Ling", responsible for the overall setting and plot writing. He is very Quickly found the unpublished plots to be used in the next version update, and copied them to your computer one by one.

"See if you still dare to treat me this way." Huo Miao packed up all the files with satisfaction and uploaded them to his encrypted cloud. Then he put away the computer and walked briskly to the building.

He passed the security check unimpeded and took the elevator straight to the nineteenth floor. He could have knocked on the door, but he didn't. He just stood outside the door and spent some time hacking into the system. He directly knocked on the car and opened the electronic lock remotely.

The door opened, and a tall man was standing with his back to the door.

"Hey, You Hongzhi." Huo Miao provocatively said, "I'm here at nine o'clock."

The man standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window turned around, and the bustling night scene of Dongling City shone behind him into a luxurious picture. Today was the weekend, but he seemed to have just returned from the banquet. The originally deep and three-dimensional face was even more handsome and imposing.

Huo Miao, who was called a "tyrant" by thousands of "Yao Ling" players, looked at Huo Miao, who was wearing a hoodie, with a white baby face, and looked like a high school student, and said sternly, "Give you two seconds. Say hello to me again, and if I'm not satisfied, you're dead today."

Just below the room where they were facing each other, Tang Tu taped the key card on the electronic lock and opened the door.

"Room A on the 10th to 20th floors is this type of apartment." He said, letting Lu Lianguang enter the room.

The one-bedroom, which occupies one-third of the single-story area of ​​the skyscraper, is completely transparent after entering the door. The open bedroom and kitchen, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows occupy an entire wall, and the whole city seems to be within reach.

Lu Lianguang originally only came with the idea of ​​getting the moon first, but now he is really amazed by this apartment. He is a person who pays great attention to the quality of life, and immediately asked, "Is there any room for rent? What is the rent? price?"

Tang Tu thought he was hesitating about the price. After all, this is the golden area of ​​the city center. For a fresh graduate, the rent here may be very difficult... He regrets that he has kept the road because of his little thought. Light brought here to see the house, hesitating for a moment, he came up with a compromise idea.

"When I picked up the room, there were still vacancies downstairs, but the price was quite high... Would you like to try it out for a weekend before making a decision? I made an appointment with Otti for the next weekend, and I will be next Friday. It's going to fly back to America, and you can, um, live in and feel it."

Tang Tu originally thought that the decision to live in such an expensive house would always be more rational, but Lu Lianguang's focus was on other things.

"Do you have a house in America?" Lu Lianguang asked.

He is considerate and personable, and rarely asks privacy questions. Tang Chu is a little strange, but he still replied: "Yes."

…Yes, I have. But his house in China is rented, and his car is also rented, and his luggage is so small that he seems to be ready to carry bags and leave anytime, anywhere...

Lu Lianguang looked at him and said reluctantly, "Then if you leave this time, will you come back?"

"Of course." Tang Tu said, "I haven't finished my... things in China."

Only then did Lu Lianguang become happy again, Tang Tuo pursed his lips and said, "I'll go wash you an apple...or a pear."

Today Lu Lianguang is coming to be a guest. He deliberately bought a lot of fruits and snacks in advance, and clumsily tried to entertain guests for the first time in his life: "There are drinks in the kitchen refrigerator... I, I'll go get it for you."

Lu Lianguang accompanied him into the kitchen, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar mug on the cooking table, and said with a smile, "You still have this mug?" He bought it in an emergency that day. It was only a few dollars, and it was very cheap. It's really out of place to be placed in this house with an inch of land and a lot of money.

Tang Tu's face turned red, and he quickly buried his head in the refrigerator to cool down, pretended to rummage for drinks, and said in a muffled voice, "It's very useful."

There was a rectangular object pressed under the mug, which Lu Lianguang recognized at a glance. It was the return ticket he had read over and over, and the return ticket that Bamboo Congsheng had sent him to see.

He leaned on the bar and glanced at the time of the ticket. It was indeed the one from the day Tang Chu returned to China. The name column was pressed down by the cup. Lu Lianguang subconsciously reached out to remove the cup. When he touched the handle of the cup, Tang Chu Ask him over the refrigerator: "Do you drink beer or juice?"

Only then did Lu Lianguang wake up to what he was doing. This is someone else's privacy! He immediately withdrew his hand, looked away and walked over to the refrigerator: "I'm quite picky about drinking, let me see what brand of beer..."