Want Me To Let Go? The Backhand Is A Compendium Of Materia Medica

Zhao Qinghan woke up from her dream, thinking about the kiss last night, which made her unable to fall asleep for a long time, and she barely fell asleep until late at night.

She picked up her phone and looked at the time. It was already afternoon. After a moment of hesitation, she opened WeChat and opened the dialog box with Chen Feng, "What are you doing?"

Chen Feng, who was sitting in front of the computer typing, received the message and quickly replied, "I'm writing a novel."

"Huh? Are you writing a new novel?"

"Yes."

Seeing the other party's reply, Zhao Qinghan opened the novel website, and sure enough, he saw the snap of the fingers released early this morning, and thought to himself, "This guy probably just woke up."

After getting up and having lunch, Zhao Qinghan thought for a while and sent another WeChat message, "Where are you? I'll go find you and see you writing a novel."

"Huh? You want to come over? I'm in xxx hotel, room xxx." Chen Feng looked at the message in surprise and quickly sent the hotel and room number to the other party. He was afraid that she wouldn't know the hotel, so he also sent the location specifically.

Looking at the hotel location he sent, Zhao Qinghan put on sunglasses and a mask, drove a white horse straight to the destination.

"Bang bang bang", the sudden knock on the door made Chen Feng pause his coding and quickly ran to open the door. Sure enough, he saw a fully armed Zhao Qinghan at the door.

After the other party entered the room, he heard Chen Feng joking, "Haha, this outfit is quite cute."

Zhao Qing took off his mask and sunglasses and glared at him, but when he saw that his upper body was naked, showing his strong chest muscles, he said in a panic, "Put on your shirt."

After hearing her reminder, Chen Feng remembered that he was not wearing a shirt, so he picked up the short sleeves on the bedside and put them on, "Qinghan, why did you remember to come here to find me? Did you miss me?"

After he put on his shirt, Zhao Qinghan's expression returned to calm and he said calmly, "I want to see you write a novel."

"Huh? Want to see me write a novel? Then you had told me earlier, and I would go directly to your house to write, saving you the trouble of having to come here."

As Chen Feng spoke, he moved a stool in the room and placed it next to his sofa.

Then he sat back on the sofa in front of the computer and said while typing, "Sit down, don't you want to watch me write a novel?"

Zhao Qinghan said "Thank you", then sat on the stool and looked at his profile.

Seeing his focused expression, the image of the other person's shirtless body just appeared in his mind.

His fingers were typing rapidly on the keyboard, and Chen Feng didn't even look back and said, "Sit and wait for a while. If you're bored, just lie on the bed and take a nap. Let's go have dinner together when it gets dark."

"There's no rush, just write slowly." Zhao Qinghan replied lightly. He stared at the text popping up on the screen and said in surprise, "How can you write a novel so fast?"

"Because I am a genius..."

After updating twenty chapters in one breath, Chen Feng stood up from the sofa, stretched out, looked at Zhao Qinghan who was already asleep on the bed, and couldn't help but smile.

After washing his face and feeling a little more awake, he looked at the time again. It was already past eleven o'clock in the night. Chen Feng quickly walked to the edge of the bed and patted Zhao Qinghan's arm gently. "Qinghan? Wake up, it's time for dinner."

Zhao Qinghan vaguely heard his soft call, and sat up from the bed in a daze, rubbing his groggy eyes, "Have you finished writing?"

"Well, go wash your face and let's go eat."

"good."

The two of them came to the restaurant below the hotel and entered the reserved private room. Chen Feng looked at her and smiled and said, "You don't have to come to my place tomorrow. I'll just go to your house. If you feel sleepy, go back to your room and sleep."

The other party didn't answer but asked, "Did you go to bed early in the morning last night?"

"Yeah, I wasn't too sleepy after I came back yesterday, so I wrote twenty chapters first."

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Qinghan asked with concern, "Are you tired?"

Chen Feng smiled relaxedly, "Aren't you tired? Why do you ask? By the time this novel is finished, I will almost be able to buy a house in Tianjing City."

Hearing that he wanted to buy a house in Tianjing, Zhao Qinghan looked suspiciously and asked, "Buying a house? Why buy a house in Tianjing? Isn't your family from Rongcheng?"

"Qinghan, have you forgotten that I am an orphan? Where did I come from? You are in Tianjing, so you plan to buy a house here."

Hearing his words, Zhao Qinghan's eyes flickered and he said softly, "I'm sorry." Then he added in an unnatural tone, "No need to buy it. In addition to that villa, I also have a house for you to live in."

"Ah?" Chen Feng was surprised and looked at the other party with playful eyes, "I didn't expect that you are still a rich woman. Are you trying to support me?"

Zhao Qinghan was already thin-skinned, but her face turned red when she heard his teasing. She had no choice but to look away and said angrily, "I mean to rent that apartment to you, don't get me wrong."

Seeing that she was a little angry, Chen Feng did not dare to continue teasing, "Okay, rent it to me, and then you will be my landlord."

"Well, I'll come over tomorrow and give you the key. You can check out the hotel room."

"Okay." Chen Feng agreed. Seeing that the food was all served, he quickly greeted the other party to eat.

Zhao Qinghan took a few bites, looked at him and continued, "Don't write so late in the future, it will make you feel very tired."

Seeing the concern in her tone, Chen Feng stopped the chopsticks in his hand and said with a smile, "That won't work. I want to finish the novel quickly so that I can get more royalties."

"Huh? Do you really need money?"

Thinking of his plan to make a movie, Chen Feng did not hide it and said frankly, "Well, I want to open an entertainment company and then make movies, or maybe make TV series first."

"Huh?" Zhao Qinghan looked at him in surprise and said with a serious expression, "Starting a company? Making a movie? Are you sure? This industry is relatively deep. If you don't have a good script, you may lose everything."

As a movie queen in the industry, she naturally knows a lot about this aspect.

Chen Feng also understood that the other party was doing it for his own good, but when he thought about the scripts in the system mall, it would be a pity not to film them, and he firmly believed that the products produced by the system would be high-quality.

"Don't worry, I'm 100% sure that I won't lose money. When the show "Brilliant Son" is over, I'll show you a script first."

"Okay." Seeing the confidence on his face, Zhao Qinghan knew him well, so he felt a little relieved and had a little expectation for the script he said.

After the two had dinner and watched each other drive away, Chen Feng returned to the room and fell asleep.

The next morning, after getting up and packing his luggage, Chen Feng went downstairs to check out the room, got on Zhao Qinghan's white horse and drove away.

After driving for nearly forty minutes, the car drove into a luxurious community.

Following her into the elevator, the elevator reached the eighth floor. Chen Feng found that there was one elevator for each household, and he was slightly surprised and said, "Huh? Is she really a rich woman?"

Zhao Qinghan glared at him, "What a rich woman, I just like to be quiet, so I bought it here."

Chen Feng followed her into the room and looked at the layout of the house. Compared with the simple decoration in the villa, this place seemed warmer. The room was about 200 square meters, with three bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms.

Chen Feng was secretly stunned. Do actors make money like this? It seems that I will soon invest in a TV series.

The other party pointed to one of the bedrooms and said to him, "You can live in this room."

Looking casually at the environment in the room, Chen Feng said "Okay," and then asked, "How much is the rent? My beautiful landlord."