Moonlight Variations

Chuli found that after being satisfied, the actor teacher was very gentle and talkative.

According to the past experience of ordering takeaways, if Shirakawa wanted to eat porridge and Chuli wanted to eat rice with toppings, he would usually eat porridge at night... The man sat on the side in silence, and carefully wrapped her fingers with no bleeding.

"What to eat?"

"Listen to you."

"……hamburger."

"Row."

This guy doesn't like western food very much, he can eat some toast for breakfast at most, and he often makes a lot of noise and eats for breakfast. How good is it...

Chuli put down the phone and looked at Shirakawa in surprise, but saw that the man did not lift his head. After putting down her wrapped hands, he did not know where to get an ointment. One hand held the ointment, and the other The hand stretched towards Chuli's skirt... Chuli's conditioned reflex seemed to shrink back. Hiukawa's fingertips only had time to touch her skirt and raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it painful, rub the medicine."

That tone is not good for a gentleman.

However, Chuli still said that I should come by myself, and Shirakawa had no objection, so he passed the ointment directly to her, and then took her mobile phone to continue ordering...Chuli took it and unscrewed the lid and dug a little cool plaster. Her fingertips were cold and swish, and she leaned under the skirt, fumbled and found this er, er, painful place and applied it on, the ointment irritated the skin again, and she "hmm" and shook. .

Then the atmosphere that was good just now became a bit strange.

Chuli could feel a pair of scorching eyes staring at her face and sweeping around, she raised her head and found that the person who was supposed to be focusing on the takeaway now tilted her head and looked at herself, her eyes seemed to have familiarity again. The dullness...

Chuli retracted his hand, vigilantly: "What do you look at?"

"...Don't make a noise, don't shake."

"Why, I hurt!"

"Do you think it is a man sitting next to a little girl with her hand under her skirt, babbling and trembling slightly, what is the effect of this picture," Shirakawa said slowly, staring at Chuli. "If you do, I want to make you hurt even more."

Chuli's feet were soft when he said a word, and his toes rolled up and cursed "Smelly Hooligan" and hit him with the plaster in his hand.

The man took the plaster steadily, then handed the phone that had been ordered for takeaway back to Chuli, unscrewed the can and digged it out, and forcibly broke her leg--thinking that compared to himself, Shirakawa always started with something. No light or heavy, coupled with rough fingertips, Chuli was so painful that his teeth lined his mouth...

"It hurts."

"How about this?" The force was lighter.

"It's better, it still hurts...hhh, just put the medicine on your hand, don't touch it everywhere." Chu Li grabbed the man's hand and glared at him.

"It wasn't on purpose. Don't be so sensitive. I'll give you medicine... It was a long time ago, and it seems to be a little worn out."

Jiukawa's tone was understated, until the back of his hand and the curled fingers touched elsewhere... Chuli panted quickly and grabbed the pillow on the sofa to cover his face, his teeth biting his lower lip, and the whole body felt like heat. All concentrated on the lower abdomen—then turned into a warm current, the thigh muscles were tight, and the attention was completely attracted by the big hands pressing on the bottom of her skirt—

If you don't try it, you don't know if you can be so beautiful.

After holding the pillow, Chuli had to change to biting her crooked fingertips to make no sound. As the clothes rubbed, as the man's wrist moved slightly, cool air penetrated into the bottom of the skirt... He heard the man chuckled and touched again, then took his hand out, took the pillow that was hit on the face, and said honestly: "It was intentional this time."

The flush on Chuli's face has not faded, and she pulls her skirt down with a trembling bite mark: "If you don't go up, you will break the skin..."

As if he hadn't heard her broken thoughts, Shirakawa glanced at the back of his hand: "You are wet again."

The word "you" is so essential. Chuli "ahhhhhh" raised his hands to block her ears, and the man leaned in slightly and pulled her hands down: "May I help you?"

How to help?

Chu Li looked dazed.

As if he understood what his girl was asking in a daze at this moment, the man thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Use your mouth."

"..." Chu Li rescued his hand from the man's hand, and said with a blank expression, "How far are you to me? How far to roll."

...Finally, before the delivery of the food, Chuli pushed aside Shirakawa and jumped off the sofa. The moment he landed, he almost knelt on the ground with a soft knee. It was the man behind him who caught her quickly and didn't lose him.

I limped up to the attic, wrapped my fingers and the broken skin on my legs in plastic wrap to take a bath-I saw it clearly this time when I wrapped it. It was really red and broken. It was horrible.

[The navy invited by the monkey: It's really broken, you have done a good job. 】

[Hikawa: Take a picture? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Bah! Empty glove yellow picture! 】

[Zhou Chuan: This is what I said, if you don't show me how I care about you? 】

Chuli threw the phone away and continued to limp into the bathroom.

...

A few days later, Chuli was carrying a bag and preparing to follow Hiukawa on the road of "seeing parents".

To be honest, she was a little nervous, don’t watch her chase the manuscript behind the **** of the great **** author every day when she was flaunting her power in the Yuanyue Club. Seeing the real literary magnate, she was still a little emboldened, and her head was full of "I should say What" "What should I do" "How can I appear to be literate"...

What's more, it was Shirakawa's father.

Therefore, the night before departure, Chu Li returned the cat in the study of Zhouchuan desperately to make up for the work that Gu Xuan won at the Huazhi Award-this time, I mentioned that the Huazhi Award was a nailed matter. And it’s no secret that Zhou Gu Xuan won the previous Huazhi Awards. Chuli didn't want to miss such a good opportunity to flatter the future father-in-law.

When Chu Li was doing this, Shirakawa also moved a small bench and sat beside him to read a book. The difference was that he turned over a foreign original adult fairy tale, which looked compelling and a little cute-while reading the book, he raised his head. Look at Chuli, watch her frown slightly, read a book, and then turn a page after a while.

"Zhouchuan, the protagonist a here said that Huangpu has always lived in the heart of every student, and that spirit will be passed on from generation to generation, from generation to generation-what is the "spirit" here?"

"In the author's preface."

"Oh."

"..."

Hiukawa put down the book in his hand, with one hand supporting his chin, looking at the little girl who was sitting not far away under the lamp, going through the prologue to find the answer.

——This guy is born to be an editor, after all, if she wants to, she can always make the author very happy.

Take a look at how he gave her routines back then; think about Jiang Yucheng's old fried dough sticks; and Suo Heng who is so devoted to her at the moment, Agui... and a series of series after she became the deputy editor, The gathered author.

...More than one person said to Zhou Chuan, why the editor who made you "The Book of Luohe" is so good and smart. I really envy you as if you are very close to her. You don't have to worry about publishing a book in the future. ——

Hiukawa knew what this meant.

Before it was released, he might just deny it directly. He would tell those guys that the books are the same wherever they were published, and whoever gave them the right conditions would naturally sign it to whom;

But now he has become a little hesitant about such an answer, he will vaguely fool around with haha ​​or answer a vague "who knows"...

Only he himself knows, he has witnessed what she has done for the author, what she has fought for, what she has tried, too much effort... At the book fair that day, Jiang Yucheng's signing desk looked at her from a distance and started from the beginning. At the end, I stood for two hours without complaint and there was no time to take a sip of the water. I just concentrated on staying with the author to **** him. At that time, Hikawa had some fantastic illusions: if I was sitting at the signing desk at this time It’s good to sell him Shirakawa.

The subsequent jealousy to anger was probably derived from this idea at first.

...It doesn't matter whether she is his girlfriend or not, even if she and him are not in "that" relationship right now, he might still--

"What's on my face?" The person under the lamp raised his head, touched his face, and said with a smile, "Why keep staring at me like this?"

………… Well, it's still a bit of a relationship. The man quickly slapped himself blankly and thought. At best, it can only be regarded as a bonus. After all, this kind of sweet toothache smile makes people unable to refuse. At least he couldn't do it as her boyfriend.

"You don't need to read that old man's book so seriously. Isn't this meeting about my shortlisting and being hacked? If he is narcissistic to his own book and asks such in-depth questions, I will fight with him. shelf."

"... Speaking of this, I also want to say, I thought you had never read your father's book," Chuli lifted the cover, "As a result, I just asked a question in the book, and you know where the answer is. Find."

"..."

Hiukawa regretted bringing up this topic.

He lowered his head and continued to flip through his book.

"Actually, I still admire my dad." Chuli stretched his legs under the desk and kicked him. "So is it actually quite happy to be shortlisted this time, not as indifferent as it seems on the surface?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

"Our Shirakawa," Chuli closed the book and stood up, and smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the man's hair. "Said it is the twenty-eight-year-old and the two-year-old boy who has passed his natal year twice. Oh, oh, good, good-"

"..."

The man reluctantly took her hand off his head.

Throwing away the book in his hand, he pulled the person sitting in the armchair up and sat in his arms, fixed one hand on her waist to prevent her from moving, stretched her neck and kissed the corner of her lips: "I am You still don’t know whether you are a middle-two boy who has not developed well at the age of eighteen or a mature man of twenty-eight years old?"

"..." Chu Li was stunned, lowered his head to meet his eyes, realizing that he was turning his yellow voice, and twisted his face, "Zhouchuan, what if your family doesn't like me? I used my job to seduce their son's Hu Meizi or something..."

"What draft are you looking at recently?"

"......A TVB-style text, the male owner's house is a large enterprise that monopolizes the dessert business, and the female owner sells glutinous rice on the street."

"...This manuscript was rejected on the grounds that the brain was so big that it was almost leaking, and it brought incorrect social influence. Then you just forget that you are a glutinous rice seller, and hold my parents politely for the first time. The red envelopes of the son and girlfriend we met ran away, and we divided the money. We will find a facade for the Nuomi restaurant so that you don’t need to be exposed to rain." Shirakawa clasped her head with a big hand to let her lower her head, and he held her. The corners of his lips, "The rest, it's their shit."

"..." Chu Li said with a man's tongue, "You shouldn't comfort me at this time-it's okay, they must like me?"

"...I need to know what type they like and still need to quarrel all day?" Shirkawa said silently, "I haven't made the headlines because one of the father and son first killed the other in my family for so many years. This can be pushed, don't I'm afraid, my family is all gentlemen."

"?"

"A gentleman speaks but doesn't use his hands. My dad is a real keyboard man, a paper tiger, and he is not lethal."

"... Why do I suddenly feel that your father-son relationship is very good?"

"Selling glutinous rice is silly, right?"

The author has something to say: Come on, come on, go out for dinner tonight, I will revise the last chapter when I come back.

Tomorrow noon, the short story "The Fate of the Peach Blossom and the Sword" will start at about 300,000 words.

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So according to international practice, "Moonlight" will be on vacation tomorrow