Who moved my novel?

"Fuck! My instant noodles!"

Xue Mo finished eating the rotten instant noodles with tears in his eyes.

We were so excited chatting just now and sorting out the outline that Xue Mo didn't even remember that he was still making instant noodles.

"Meow~"

Maomao made another urging sound.

"Be good~"

Xuemo touched Maomao.

"I'll take a nap first and play with you later."

Sure enough, after eating and drinking, the warm air will always make you want to sleep.

…

"No! Don't!"

Blood red dyed the whole world.

Xue Mo stood there alone.

Lonely.

helpless.

"Why!"

"No, why, you are like this!"

A hoarse voice that could not distinguish between male and female sounded from Xue Mo's ears.

"No! No! I'm not!"

Xue Mo clenched his fists.

"You are just incompetent and useless. What you write is just rubbish!"

The voice sounded again.

"No! I'm not a waste. Everyone likes what I write! What you said is not true!"

Xue Mo roared helplessly.

"Really, then you should write it."

The tone of the voice was full of sarcasm.

"I, I write, I write."

Xue Mo picked up the pen and wanted to write.

The pen tip came down, but only made shallow marks on the white paper.

"No more ink, ink!"

Xue Mo clenched his fists.

"for you."

The voice said, and a bottle of ink appeared in front of Xue Mo.

Blood Ink refills the pen with black ink.

I wanted to write again, but found that I couldn't think of a word.

"No...no!"

…

"Why are there so many lately?"

The fat man in white clothes frowned tightly.

"A little surprise."

The bespectacled man in white clothes raised his eyes.

"Isn't this just right? It helps you save money."

"What a fart!"

The fat man was angry.

"Where do you want me to put all these things? If we are discovered, neither of us can run away!"

"Can't you just deal with it quickly?"

The man with glasses disagreed.

"Handle it faster? It's easy for you to say. No, absolutely not!"

The fat man was very determined.

"Really not possible?"

"Absolutely not! Don't even think about it!"

"Then there's nothing I can do about your airs. You can take them back yourself."

The man with glasses raised his eyes.

"I!"

The fat man wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to say it.

"Okay, I admit defeat, but I have to pay more."

"no problem."

The man with eyes boldly took out a bank card.

"Twenty."

"Gudu!"

The fat man swallowed.

"Twenty, two hundred thousand?!!!"

The fat man exclaimed and was about to grab the bank card.

"right."

The man with eyes nodded, but quickly put the card behind his back.

"Just one sentence, okay?"

"Okay, okay! That's great!"

The fat man said repeatedly and took the bank card handed over by the man with eyes.

"Brother, how do you... make money like this?"

"snort!"

The man with eyes snorted coldly.

"Do your job well, don't pry around, and keep your mouth shut!"

"Yes, yes, brother, you are my brother, and I will do whatever you say from now on."

…

"Meow?"

A cat meow woke up Xue Mo.

"call!"

Xue Mo sat up suddenly.

"Huh...huh..."

Xue Mo looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Xue Mo murmured to himself.

"Fortunately it was just a dream."

After saying that, he was still a little worried, so he put on his slippers again and walked to the study.

"The ink is fine, that's great."

Xue Mo looked at the full bottle of red ink and patted his chest.

"Meow~"

"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Xue Mo picked up Maomao and gently smoothed his fur.

"Meow~"

Maomao meowed and jumped out of Xuemo's arms, running straight to the door.

"What's wrong? Is there anything outside the door?"

Xue Mo cautiously held his breath, quietly walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole.

"ah!"

"ah!"

Two exclamations sounded almost simultaneously.

"You, who are you?"

Xue Mo asked through the door with a trembling voice.

"Hoo, hoo."

The person outside the door took two deep breaths.

"Brother, don't be nervous."

The man outside the door held the door with one hand and put his other hand on his waist.

"I sell insurance, I don't mean any harm."

"Selling insurance?"

Xue Mo was stunned for a moment.

"No need, no need."

"Brother, can you open the door and let me say a few words? I haven't opened the door all day, and you were shocked again."

The man said helplessly.

"I'll just say a few words and I won't waste any more of your time."

"Just a few sentences?"

Xue Mo looked out of the cat's eye again.

He is a thin, middle-aged man, probably not very tall, and he is almost invisible to peeps.

"Just a few words. It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. Can you give me a drink of water?"

The fat man did have a bit of a hoarse voice when he spoke.

"All right."

Xue Mo's heart softened, thinking that this man was not a threat, so he opened the door.

"Please come in."

"Thank you, brother."

The skinny man thanked him repeatedly and stepped into Xuemo's house.

"Brother, can I sit down for a while? I've been running all day."

"Okay, sit down and I'll get you some water."

Xue Mo raised his eyebrows. Although he was reluctant, he didn't say anything.

"Thank you, brother, you are such a good person!"

The skinny man stretched out his thumb and praised him repeatedly, which made Xue Mo feel a little embarrassed.

"Brother, did you finally eat instant noodles? Kang Shuaibo's scallion-flavored pork ribs, right?"

When Xue Mo walked out of the bedroom with water in his hand, the thin man was looking at the furnishings in Xue Mo's house and said.

"How did you know?"

Xue Mo raised his eyebrows. This man's nose must be so good that he could actually smell it coming from Kang Shuaibo.

"Harm, you don't know that the dried onions used by Kang Shuaibo are different from other brands. You can smell it when you smell it."

"Is this...?"

Although I don't understand it, I feel it is powerful.

Xue Mo put the cup on the table and sat opposite the skinny man.

"Brother, do you have any relatives in your family?"

The thin man saw Xue Mo sitting down and immediately asked.

"what?"

Xue Mo frowned. He didn't really like others talking about his relatives.

"Don't be nervous, brother, I don't mean anything else."

The skinny man quickly explained.

"Don't worry, I won't sell your insurance if I tell you. I just want to ask if you have any relatives who need insurance."

"You also know that the environment is now seriously polluted and there are many traffic accidents. Most elderly and children will apply for one. If there is anyone around you, can you introduce it to me?"

After saying that, he drained the water in the cup in one breath. It seemed that he was really thirsty.

"No."

Xue Mo replied coldly.

"Then you usually live by yourself?"

The skinny man asked while looking around again.

"And my cat."

Xue Mo said and looked back.

But I found that the cat was not in the living room and had gone somewhere else.

"Do you live in such a big house by yourself?"

The skinny man glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

"The rent is not low, right?"

"Big...?"

Xue Mo looked at the room and hall where he lived.

It's true that it can't be called small, but it can't be called big either.

"Think about it, when you lived in a dormitory, how many people lived in a place with a big bedroom?"

"Four."

"We live in eight..."

"That's not the point. Think about it. You have one room and one living room, which is as big as two bedrooms."

"Living alone is equivalent to sleeping in the same place as sixteen people."

"Do you think it's big?"

As the thin man spoke, he stood up and gestured around the room.

"That may indeed be a bit big?"

Although Xue Mo didn't think so at all, what this man said did seem to make sense.

"So..."

…

Half an hour later.

Fortunately, Xue Mo didn't have any money, otherwise the insurance would have been purchased today.

After finally sending the skinny man away, Xue Mo sat down on the sofa.

What kind of person is this? He can't sell insurance, but he wants to sell it with himself.

Is it true that if you fail to develop into customers, you will become downlines? He is also a talent...

"call."

Xue Mo breathed a sigh of relief and put away the cup that the thin man had just used.

"It's time to code."

Xue Mo glanced at the watch hanging on the wall and took out his cell phone.

…

"Boss, what do you want to eat?"

Boss Wu wiped the already clean table in front of the guests again.

"Let's have a bowl of noodles."

The man took off his black top hat.

I looked around, but it didn't fit anywhere.

The cushions on the stools were yellowed, and the table was still full of oil stains even though it had been wiped repeatedly.

After thinking for a while, he put his hat back silently: "Pack it up."

"Okay!" Boss Wu saw the customer's reaction and was already used to it.

Even though this customer is not satisfied with the environment of his shop now, as long as he eats this bowl of noodles, he will definitely come back in the future.

Within a few minutes, a steaming bowl of noodles was packed in a plastic lunch box.

"How much?"

The man asked, straightening his bowler hat.

"Nine yuan." Boss Wu asked cheerfully: "Would you like to apply for a membership card? You can do it by charging 100 yuan, and you can get a discount."

"No need." The man in the top hat shook his head and muttered: "I probably won't have a chance to eat it in the future."

After saying that, the man took out a twenty note from his wallet and handed it to Boss Wu.

"That's okay." Boss Wu was neither anxious nor annoyed, and still smiled and collected the change.

"Looking for you Eleven, welcome to visit next time."

Boss Wu was about to hand over the money, but when he looked up again, he found that the man had disappeared.

…

Xue Mo concentrated on writing the words.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated twice.

"Who is looking for me at this time?"

Xuemo reached under Maomao and pulled out his cell phone.

It turned out to be "Small World Star" who made a frightened expression.

This is the author of the book "I Am a Demon" that Xue Mo is chasing.

"What's wrong, Mr. Xingxing?"

"Have you heard? There is a person who writes 100,000 words a day!"

"What?!"

Xue Mo immediately became energetic and put the computer aside.

"Who is this ruthless person?"

"It's not like he's a guest in the world. The new book he opened has sold for 100,000 yuan!"

"Not like a human guest?!!"

Xue Mo was shocked.

"I know him. I have also collected his new book, but I haven't read it yet."

Xue Mo quickly clicked it.

Oh my god! Seriously, there are 50 more chapters in one day!