Luo Liyan, who was still in a rage, forgot to get angry when she heard this.
Opening his mouth slightly, looking at the man in front of him, it was like seeing a ghost.
"Mr. Qi Bai, your operation is a bit flamboyant!" Luo Liyan teased jokingly.
Sao? !
Mo Qibai frowned slightly, obviously a little embarrassed.
"Are you trying to reject me?"
"That's not what I said, it's just that there is a specialization in the arts. Teacher Qibai, you are writing brain-burning mystery novels, and I am just writing Marysu romance novels. Our two majors are a bit inconsistent!" Luo Li Yan didn't know why, but Mo Ming felt a little ashamed.
Thinking of the romantic plots in her plot, she felt that she might not be able to face the man in front of her.
She can completely imagine that if he reads her novel, with his poisonous tongue, he will only despise him as worthless.
Mo Qibai had never read any novels written by women, so it was hard for him to refute Luo Liyan's words, but his brows were tightly knit together.
He just said this because he was in a hurry and wanted to make the rookie happy.
Since she didn't want her to intervene, naturally she wouldn't force it.
As long as she is no longer angry, this goal is achieved.
The two of them ate something casually outside, and then they went back on the lingering warmth of the evening rush hour.
After brewing coffee for Mo Qibai and preparing fresh fruits and vegetables, Luo Liyan recalled what happened during the day, and suddenly felt inspired, and ran back into the room as if his ass was burned.
Holding Mo Qibai's computer, he frantically coded.
This night was destined to be a sleepless night, 10,000 words could be long or short, but she actually wrote it until the next morning before she managed to finish it.
I wanted to get up and make breakfast for Mo Qibai, but in the end I couldn't resist the sleep god's call and fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Qibai tidied himself up and walked out of the room. The emptiness of that room gave him the illusion that he was still the only one in this house.
But this is only a momentary illusion.
He quickly realized that the little rookie probably overslept today because he didn't know what to do with himself last night.
Gently pushing open the door of Luo Liyan's room, she kicked her notebook to the corner of the bed, where she couldn't drop it.
Mo Qibai walked over, picked up the computer, then covered her with the kicked-off quilt, and then walked out.
The strong coffee made the room warm and soft. His slender fingers slid on the computer, and with patience, he read Luo Liyan's outline and the things he edited last night.
Then he sighed and rubbed his brows.
He seemed to understand why that little rookie said that what he wrote was difficult to understand.
Judging by her vocabulary at the level of a primary school student, it is really embarrassing for her to read her own novels.
Mo Qibai was suddenly a little worried about the manuscripts he asked her to revise.
If she also changed into this appearance, I'm afraid that the wisdom of my life will be lost.
Trying to calm down, he typed out Luo Liyan's manuscript and outline, and Mo Qibai resigned himself to making changes little by little.
When Luo Liyan sleeps until the sun rises, what she sees is the coffee table full of A4 papers, and the smell of rice coming from the kitchen.