Peach Youth

Lin Feng almost went to say that the reason why he was fighting with the Muay Thai master was for his girlfriend Tian Qingzhu, but the more hype, the easier it was to get through. It must be doubted, although feeling frustrated, but Ai Wen is a person who understands life very well, such a woman is not easy to deceive.

"Actually, I have always been interested in high-end mechanical watches, but the conditions are limited. The best watch in my hand is the Omega De Ville series, and the case is not rose gold or platinum, but ordinary stainless steel. Yes, can you take off your Patek Philippe of more than 1.8 million and let me appreciate it?"

"Casual look."

Lin Feng took off the sky-high price watch given by his lover, Hongying, and put it in Ai Wen's soft hands. Ai Wen admired it very seriously, and the red lips occasionally let out a tsk tsk admiration. Only people who really love watches can do it. Such a love for high-end watches, if the pursuit is only material, there will be no such truth.

Twenty minutes passed before I knew it, Ai Wen had been admiring Lin Feng's Patek Philippe, and suddenly realized that a long time had passed, he quickly shoved the watch into Lin Feng's hand, and said embarrassedly: "It's really depressing, it's embarrassing in front of you. , you must have laughed at me in your heart just now, yes, I just haven't seen any good watches, you can laugh as much as you want."

"You're so cute."

"You kid mocking me?" Ai Wen said angrily.

"How dare you, if I satirize you, what if you deduct my recommendation." Lin Feng winked at Ai Wen playfully.

Ai Wen knew that what Lin Feng said just now was a joke, but in order to liven up the atmosphere, she still pretended to be angry: "Do you think I am a person who likes to wear small shoes for the author?"

"Of course you are not. In my eyes, Wen Qing, the beauty editor-in-chief, is not very ill, charming, charming and fair. I admire you very much. There are many good editors in our company, and you are the best among them." Lin Feng said to Ai Wen. Look at the legs. He smiled and said, "Which foot did you twist yesterday afternoon?"

"Right foot, I just said it."

"I'll rub it for you." Lin Feng said.

"Forget it, just the two of us, don't mess around, or it will become ambiguous."

"Don't be nervous or ambiguous. I also learned a little kneading when I practiced kung fu before. Maybe it's useful."

Lin Feng lifted Ai Wen's right leg and placed it on his. He felt the texture and temperature of Ai Wen's slender legs, and his hand grabbed Ai Wen's feet and kneaded.

oh oh oh ah!

It hurts a bit, but fortunately, it seems that your kid really knows it.

oh oh oh ah!

A little light, it hurts too much. Really light.

If people outside hear it, it's easy to imagine a wonderful and warm scene, but Lin Feng and Ai Wen really didn't do anything, just rubbing their feet.

Facing the beauty editor-in-chief, Lin Feng had to calm himself down even if he didn't want to calm down. Even if the beauty editor's slender legs were on his legs, he wouldn't dare to touch them easily.

If you risk being scolded to touch. It's not impossible, but he doesn't want to blaspheme the beauty editor.

After kneading for almost half an hour, Ai Wen first cried out that it hurt, and then smiled happily because she felt comfortable.

Finished kneading.

Lin Feng lightly patted Ai Wen's thigh with his hand, and said with a smile, "Do you feel better?"

"It's much better, you're a good kid, and I'm impressed with you again. Oh, why did you pat me on the thigh just now?"

"Did I shoot?"

"You took it." Ivan said.

"Since I forgot to pat your thigh, it must be unconscious, I'm sorry." Lin Feng said.

Ai Wen smiled relievedly, did not pursue further, got up, walked over, sat on the chair beside the computer desk, and turned on the computer. Soon he opened Lin Feng's book and read it.

Lin Feng sat next to Ai Wen and read his pages with the beauty editor-in-chief. He was a little proud but also a little embarrassed.

Ai Wendao: "The data of your book is getting better and better, keep writing it long. Maybe you can create a miracle that you can't believe."

Lin Feng said: "I will try to write as long as possible, but you can also see that more and more people are making troubles. I can almost guess who is making troubles."

Ai Wen hesitated for a moment and said: "It's not good for authors to suspect each other, oh, then tell me, who do you think is causing trouble?"

"I still don't want to talk about it." Lin Feng said.

"It doesn't matter, it's just the two of us here, you can say whatever you want." Ivan said.

Lin Feng named an author.

Ai Wen's face sank, and he smiled relieved after a while: "Maybe your idea is wrong."

"I can see from your expression just now. I think it's right. It's him." Lin Feng's fists were clenched, and fire flashed from his eyes.

"No matter who it is, there will be coordination in the company. You can't solve it by force. Your kung fu is so high. If you beat people up for good or bad, the company will deal with you seriously. Maybe you won't sign your book in the future. Don't You can get carried away thinking that your book has a good grade."

Ai Wen's tone was a little heavy, but Lin Feng didn't feel uncomfortable, and he didn't think that Ai Wen was speaking for the author who envied him, but was just warning him of the possible serious consequences.

Lin Feng lit a cigarette. He didn't intend to blow the smoke on Ai Wen's face, but the smoke drifted in that direction. In Ai Wen's opinion, Lin Feng's behavior just now was teasing her.

Ai Wen raised his fist and hit Lin Feng's arm, and said angrily: "Do you think it is appropriate for a man with a superb girlfriend to tease a single woman like me?"

Lin Feng was speechless for a while, and was very embarrassed for a while, and then he smiled relievedly: "The smoke drifted by by himself just now, Wen Qing, you should also find a boyfriend."

"I've been looking for it, but I haven't found a suitable one yet. This time I'm going to find someone who has a common hobby. Maybe this will be easier for a long time."

"You are so beautiful, so tasteful, and so talented, you will definitely be able to find Mr. Ruyi." Lin Feng said, "Have you written anything recently?"

"I wrote it, but what I wrote was some sour stuff, and it was difficult to exchange it for money." Ivan opened the bag and took out a USB flash drive: "Would you like to enjoy it?"

"Don't you like handwriting?"

"What I write by hand is all modern poetry or prose. For novels, I use the keyboard. Otherwise, it will affect the speed. I don't have much free time. Speed ​​is still very important."

Ai Wen plugged in the USB flash drive, and Lin Feng saw Ai Wen's novel, which had a total of 120,000 words. After reading only a few thousand words at the beginning, Lin Feng was sure that this novel was actually about Ai Wen's previous love. story.

It is very literary, very real and very delicate. This kind of thing can be used to read for yourself, or you can show it to your best friend. Of course, if you are lucky, there may be a physical book, but the possibility is not very big.

Lin Feng said: "You told me just now that you have let go. If you really let go, you won't be able to write these things."

Ai Wen said: "We have different perspectives on this issue. I think the reason why we wrote these things is because we let them go."

There is no point in arguing on this issue, whether to let it go or not, and what way to live, only Ai Wen knows best.

Lin Feng read Ai Wen's novel very seriously. Ai Wen sat beside him and didn't make any sound, but her aroma kept coming towards Lin Feng, including the smell of her skin, and the faint warmth from her body. The air was used as a medium to transfer it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's body is tall and straight, but he ignored it at this time and kept reading Ai Wen's novels.

Ai Wen stared at Lin Feng's face three times, the first time she was smiling, the second time she was charming, and the third time she was confused.

After more than an hour passed, Lin Feng smiled and said: "It's very good, although it doesn't meet the elements of a commercial novel, but it's written really well, and it's very good at writing!"

"Although I am very good at helping the authors in the group design the characters and plots of commercial novels, it is not the case for me to write them myself."

"Similarly, if an author who is very good at writing commercial novels becomes an editor, it may not be very good. The author has the strengths of the author, and the editor has the strengths of the editor. If a good author wants to be a good editor, he must Spend time and energy to temper." Lin Feng said.

Ai Wen recognized Lin Feng's words just now, but she suddenly said: "Oh, your girlfriend won't come in suddenly, right?"

"No, even if she wants to come, she will call in advance. Besides, she doesn't doubt what the two of us will do, so she won't come over. My girlfriend is very tolerant to me, she is a kind and considerate person. good girl."

When Lin Feng said this, his cell phone really rang, but it wasn't from Tian Qingzhu, it was from Meng Zhiwei's mother, Zhu Qinglan, who was a bastard. At this time, I called him.

Zhu Qinglan said that she wanted to come to the door to apologize to Lin Feng. Originally, with the beautiful editor-in-chief around, it was not suitable to see Zhu Qinglan, but since they got together, let her come~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ai Wen said: " I see that your face is a bit unnatural, the woman who is coming must be very special, if it is not convenient for me to see, I will leave."

Lin Feng said: "It's alright, in fact, the woman who is coming is not an important person. I didn't treat her as a dish, and you don't have to treat her as a dish. You finally come here, let's play for a while and eat together. Go after dinner."

"also."

Ai Wen came out on leave. Since she was out this afternoon, she didn't plan to go back to the company. She didn't want to go home alone. She was alone when she returned home, and it was easy to feel lonely.

Seeing that Lin Feng opened the document, Ai Wen wondered: "You're really good at it, but there are guests coming later, do you still want to code in advance?"

Lin Feng said: "I originally planned to start coding at this point. Whether or not there is a guest coming, I have to code."

"Have a personality." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m to read.)