Although the boss tyrant's routine is old, it is indeed useful. After hearing it, Wu Miaomiao did not refuse any more, and happily agreed: "Then I will absorb it once a week."
Once a week, that means you can only sleep peacefully four days a month
Ji Lang, who has been insomnia for many years, has always been on the verge of collapse, and he never doubted that he would eventually explode out of control and become completely neurotic. Just like the masters in the metaphysics said, once you lose control completely, the whole world will be in danger. He has always felt that he is superfluous to this world, trying to live to be guarded by everyone, and sinking completely will endanger the world.
But he worked hard until now, not to save the world, but simply to dislike himself after losing control.
That night last night was so wonderful. It was something he had never experienced before. It made him feel that all he wanted in life was a good night's sleep, even if there were only four days in a month.
Thinking of this, he decided to be more patient with Wu Miaomiao.
"I'm going to start work, are you staying here, or go out and buy some more?" Ji Lang smiled.
"I'm staying here." Naturally, the top priority is to develop more relationships with the future husband, and to buy things, as long as there is money in the phone, you can't buy them anywhere.
Ji Lang frowned subconsciously. He was not used to someone staying in the same room with him for a long time, and he thought about it and said, "Then do you want to go downstairs to read a novel?"
"novel?"
"Well, I wrote it, do you want to see it?" Ji Lang asked.
"Yes." Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up, but she didn't expect her future husband to be quite talented.
"I'll take you down."
Ji Lang came downstairs with Wu Miaomiao, and when he passed the office area, he suddenly stopped, and two voices sounded in his mind unexpectedly.
"The proprietress is so young, do you know if she is an adult?"
"To actually call Xianggong, the boss really knows how to have fun."
Ji Lang frowned, his eyes fell on the three employees working at the desk, and then the voice in his mind disappeared. These two voices, one is from Analysys and the other is from Shan Junyi. The two were not sleeping, nor did they resonate with their dreams, so why would they hear what they thought in their hearts
Could it be that my abilities have evolved again
Ji Lang is a nightmare, and the ability of nightmares is based on the existence of dreams, which means that he can enter people's dreams only when people dream after falling asleep. This ability is also changing with Ji Lang's growth. For example, within three days, if he has been in someone's dream, then he will meet this person again in reality, and the things in this person's mind will change. If it happens to be related to this matter, it will resonate in the dream. In this case, even if the other party is not asleep, Ji Lang can still hear the thoughts in the other party's mind.
But he had never been in the dreams of Yi Guan and Shan Junyi, how could he suddenly hear their thoughts
"Master, Master?!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Ji Lang returned to his senses, seeing Wu Miaomiao pulling his sleeve with his hand.
"Why are you standing still?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
"It's okay, let's go this way." Ji Lang calmed down and walked over to the bookshelf in the corner of the studio with Wu Miaomiao.
For ordinary writers, when a novel is over, they must find new inspiration to start writing, and after writing a lot of books in a row, they need to rest and find new inspiration. But Ji Lang did not have this trouble at all. The darkness and nightmares of the human world are so complicated and unimaginable that his writings come one after another, almost as long as he does not stop the story.
Later, he gradually gained the ability to control himself. Only when he lost control would he enter nightmares, and the number of novels gradually decreased. But even so, there are seven or eight books a year. So after many years, various countries and various fonts have been published, and his novels have been placed on an entire bookshelf.
"Is this all written by you, Xianggong?" Wu Miaomiao looked at the whole wall of books and was shocked. It was more than she had read in her whole life.
"Well." Ji Lang never felt that he had written many books, on the contrary, what he wrote was only a small part of his dream.
"There are so many, I don't know which one to start with. Does the husband have a recommendation?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
recommend? Ji Lang looked at the row of bookshelves, not knowing how to recommend it for a while. His books, which are serialized on the Internet, are restricted to children under the age of 18. They are dark and deep, and most of them reflect the ugliness of human nature. But Wu Miaomiao looks very clean.
After thinking for a while, Ji Lang picked up a book that he had made with art and gave it to Wu Miaomiao: "Look at this book."
The protagonist of this story is actually a real human being, but Ji Lang mythed what he had done, portrayed a demon behind the master, and wrote it into a fantasy horror story.
Most modern people do not believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, so as long as a demon is added, the reader's fear will be weakened a lot when reading a book.
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao couldn't wait to open the book after taking it.
Ji Lang wanted to say something else, but after thinking about it, Wu Miaomiao had to know what kind of person she was sooner or later. From the book, she could still say that she was an artistic creation when she looked back, which made her have a layer of fear about herself. weaken.
After thinking about it like this, Ji Lang didn't stop him any more and went back to the office upstairs to work. After he left, Dong Yongyuan came over again very cleverly and delivered a stack of snacks and tea, and then went back to gossip with the other two.
"The lady boss is really reading the book written by the boss?" Shan Junyi asked impatiently.
"Well, and I still watched "Night Demon"." Dong Yongyuan said.
"Ferocious. Just now, I praised the boss for being smart and taking the lead when it comes to love. It took only a few minutes for me to say that, and he started to act terrifying." The pervert who signed a contract with the devil to kidnap children? In that book, the description of the psychological process of the devil to lure children should not be too realistic, I was horrified when I read it."
"Maybe the boss wants to show his talent in front of the boss?" Shan Junyi has a different idea.
"It's quite talented, it's scary talent." Analysys complained, "To tell you the truth, before I came here for the interview, I specially went to the underpass to do fortune-telling. The fortune-teller said that I was tough, so I dared to do so. come."
"Your character is really tough." Dong Yongyuan agreed.
"Yeah." Yi Guan raised his head proudly.
"You're so proud of yourself, is it a good thing to be hard-boiled? In ancient times, people with hard-boiled characters were basically orphans." Shan Junyi said angrily.
"I was originally an orphan." Yi Guan didn't care.
"..." The two of them looked at Yi Guan's squeamish baby face, and for a while they didn't know whether to continue taunting him, or to express some sympathy for his suddenly revealed orphan status.
The books written by Ji Lang, because the subject matter is too sensitive, can only be published and serialized in the form of novels in China, but the film and television copyrights are not selling well. On the contrary, it is extremely popular in foreign countries. His first book "Crime Notes" was bought by the next-door Bangzi Country and won the best suspense film of the year.
However, after the TV came out, Ji Lang was dissatisfied with some of the editor's changes, and since then he directly changed it into the script and sold it himself, and asked the buyer not to make changes without authorization in the contract.
A month ago, the studio sold a script and made an appointment with the other party to deliver the script in these two days. But because his ability was out of control before, he was delayed for a full week without work, and he has been working overtime during this time, planning to complete the final proofreading today. So after he started work, no one came to remind him, and soon he forgot about Wu Miaomiao, and it was not until he completely revised the script that he remembered people again.
It was almost eight o'clock at night.
Ji Lang frowned, not bothering to print out the script, got up and walked downstairs.
"Boss." Bei Fan had woken up at this time and was working in front of the computer, his mental state seemed unusually good.
"Well, what about the others?" Ji Lang asked.
"Brother Dong is off work. Xiaoguan and Junyi have also finished changing the script. I will print it out. I want to send it to you when mine is finished." Bei Fan explained briefly.
"Yeah." Ji Lang didn't listen very carefully, and walked towards the bookshelf, only to find that there was no one there.
"Where's Wu Miaomiao?" Ji Lang frowned, was that girl scared away by a novel
"The proprietress has gone to buy you dinner, and will be back in a while." Bei Fan said.
"Buy it for me?"
Maybe it was because he slept really sweetly during the day. Bei Fan had a very good impression of Wu Miaomiao and kept praising him: "Boss, although the lady boss looks small, she unexpectedly cares about people. I wanted to go up to remind you, but the lady boss said she couldn’t disturb your work, so she didn’t let you go. Later, Xiaoguan said that the glutinous rice chicken on the next street was so delicious that you had to queue for two hours every day to buy it. As soon as the lady boss heard that, she ran away. , said I would buy it and eat it with you."
I think she wants to eat it herself, she is eating in her dreams.
Ji Lang looked at his watch: "It's almost time to come back."
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of "da da" footsteps came from the door, and Wu Miaomiao ran in with two lunch boxes.
"Master, have you finished your work?" As soon as he entered the door, Wu Miaomiao saw Ji Lang.
"Well, did you go shopping for food?"
"Yes, glutinous rice chicken, they say it's very delicious. I bought two, let's eat it quickly. I kept smelling it while queuing, and I'm hungry." Wu Miaomiao said, putting the glutinous rice chicken in her hand aside. On the coffee table, the bag was torn open in two or three times.
"Hey, they forgot to put the chopsticks." Wu Miaomiao found that there were no cutlery in the packaging bag.
"Take it back and eat it." Now the whole people are environmentally friendly, and most takeaways do not send tableware.
"Okay." Fortunately, it's not far from home, and it shouldn't be cold when you take it back. Wu Miaomiao picked up the torn glutinous rice chicken and gave it to Bei Fan, "I bought two, this one is for you, Eat quickly, or you will get cold if you don't."
"Madam Boss, you are really a little angel." Bei Fan was hungry just after smelling the smell, but he was too embarrassed to say it. He was rubbing his mobile phone to order takeout, when he saw Wu Miaomiao bring the glutinous rice chicken over, and was almost moved. cry. This glutinous rice chicken has to queue for two hours. They are delicious and have no energy to queue.
After leaving the studio, the two drove back to Huating Community, parked the car, Ji Lang asked Wu Miaomiao to wait at the door, and he was going to get a courier.
I took out the courier from the courier cabinet and walked halfway, when suddenly a burning pain hit my right shoulder. Ji Lang snorted, and before turning around, he heard a voice from behind.
"You are a nightmare, people are panicking in the sea recently, but you're making a fool of yourself?"