Wen Suning walked out of the hospital with the report card and medicine.

The doctor knew that the problem was serious when he saw the old and new scars on his wrist, but during the conversation, Wen Suning's mood and state were very stable.

The doctor made a cautious diagnosis. In fact, she suggested Wen Suning to be admitted to the hospital for treatment, but Wen Suning had no money, so he could only temporarily control it with drugs and receive regular psychological treatment.

Wen Suning really needs treatment for somatic symptoms. After this trip, various examinations cost more than 900 yuan, which made the account even worse.

The last ray of sunset glowed the sky red, but a skyscraper separated the gorgeous sky into two, Wen Suning stood on the steps, a little hungry.

He walked slowly towards the subway station, thought about it, and decided to go through the closer alley.

It's just that Wen Suning didn't expect that the distance of only 500 meters was so far for him now.

He walked very slowly, and could even clearly see the whole process of nightfall. This alley should be the back alley of many shops, narrow and dark, with only a few street lights.

Wen Suning walked halfway, the hunger in his stomach had turned into pain, he never thought that he would be so hungry.

He could only resist to quicken his pace.

In front of him was a figure squatting on the steps of the back door of a certain store. The light from the mobile phone screen illuminated the handsome side face of the young man who lacked interest, as well as the fine golden hair and obsidian earrings on the tips of his ears.

Wen Suning ignored that his cardiopulmonary function did not support walking so fast at all, and he could only slow down in the pain of his lungs.

Suddenly, he was dizzy before his eyes, and his feet were as light as stepping on cotton, and he didn't know anything for a moment.

Hum——

It was as if a swarm of bumblebees had lived in their ears, the humming of their wings pierced their brains, and the pain in their eyeballs and forehead was unbearable.

Wen Suning guessed that he might have fallen down, he sighed silently, prepared to be injured, only helpless in his heart.

After a long time, the tinnitus subsided, and he heard someone's anxious voice close at hand:

"Hey, how are you, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Wen Suning tried to raise her head, the old-fashioned TV's snowflake-like field of vision was slow and clear, and the other party's nervous eyes showed a clear brown color in the light of the street lamp, reflecting his weak appearance.

"It's okay, a little low blood sugar."

Wen Suning closed her eyes hard, suppressing the pain in her eyes, the young man's arms were firmly around his waist, preventing him from falling to the ground as he imagined.

His whole body was drenched in cold sweat. Fortunately, he was wearing a coat, so he wouldn't be too cold. His heartbeat was extremely rapid and accompanied by strong palpitations, and his head was still dizzy.

Wen Suning regretted that he didn't bring a piece of candy when he went out. He underestimated the weakness of this body.

The phone rang suddenly, and Wen Suning wanted to touch it subconsciously, but the young man was one step faster than him.

Wen Suning was stunned for a moment, realizing that it was the other party's phone ringing, yes, with her current status, who would call him?

"Hey, yes, it's at this intersection, you can see me when you come into the alley."

The young man answered the phone with one hand, and still hugged him tightly with the other hand. Wen Suning leaned almost all of his weight on the other side.

Wen Suning heard the sound of the electric car approaching and stopped beside them.

"Mr. Dark Lemon?"

"right."

"This is your meal, I wish you a pleasant meal."

"Thanks."

The young man took the bag, and he helped Wen Suning to the next step to sit down.

"Do you feel better?"

Wen Suning nodded, it turned out that "Dark Lemon" was squatting here just now, waiting for takeaway.

The young man took the takeaway out of the bag and stuffed it into Wen Suning's hands: "Drink it, add sugar."

The heat spread from the palm to the whole body, it was very warm, Wen Suning looked down, it was a cup of milk tea.

"Thanks, I don't—"

"Drink, I'll just order another drink."

Wen Suning pursed her lips. He really needed to add sugar urgently to raise his blood sugar.

"Thank you." He lowered his head, his light-colored lips held the straw, and immediately the sweetness of the milk tea filled his mouth, with the taste of strawberries, and the taste was so soft that he couldn't help but swallow it immediately.

delicious.

Wen Suling specifically looked at the label, strawberry cloud mud mochi.

"Is it good?" Dark Lemon asked.

Wen Suning nodded: "Very fragrant."

"I added a lot of ingredients." The young man smiled brightly, "It's almost finished, I think it will be fine after drinking."

Wen Suning continued to drink. It has to be said that the intake of sugar made him feel much better, even his mood improved.

The two of them were sitting on the steps of the narrow alley, the cars passing by at the intersection were far away from the loud and dynamic music in the store, as if they were from another world.

Wen Suning drank the whole cup of milk tea in one go, and now her hunger completely disappeared, and she even felt a little full.

"Thank you." Wen Suning looked at the dark lemon and smiled slightly, "I'm done."

The young man in front of him was pale, with alienation and coldness written in the depths of his black eyes, but his smile revealed a shallow sense of sincere gratitude.

Dark Lemon was dazed for a moment, and returned with a brighter smile: "That's good, what else do you need me to do?"

"No, I'm going to the subway station, it's in front." Wen Suning stood up, he patted the dust on his pants, and said again, "Thank you."

Dark Lemon waved his hand, and Wen Suning walked towards the intersection under his gaze.

As expected, she felt much more comfortable. Wen Suning walked into the subway station, stood on the escalator, and suddenly realized that she was still holding an empty milk tea cup in her hand.

Mu Yunsheng watched the thin figure disappear around the corner, and exhaled lightly.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he pushed open the door on the steps with his knees and walked in.

The dynamic music of the drums rushed towards the face like a wave, and Mu Yunsheng walked out of the passageway dedicated to employees and came to the booth in the corner.

A few friends of the same age were drinking: "Why did you go?"

"Take a breath." Mu Yunsheng sat down in the vacant seat, leaning back lazily, "I have a headache from the noise."

"Why, don't you look very happy?"

"It's no wonder he's happy. Mr. Mu has already decided to give more shares to Mu Boyan." The blue-haired young man put his arms around Mu Yunsheng's shoulders, "But haven't you thought about fighting for it?"

"What are you fighting for? My brother is already better than me, so he should get more."

Mu Yunsheng was annoying when he said it, he didn't understand why his mother wanted him to fight, and his friends also wanted him to fight, wouldn't it be nice for him to have his own share?

Blue-haired youth: "But there are too many, you are not afraid that your brother will—"

Mu Yunsheng's head was getting dizzy: "Stop it, change the subject, don't talk about this tonight."

He came out to relax, but in the end he kept mentioning his troubles, so why not just stay at home and read novels!

Seeing that the situation is not good, Lan Mao laughed and said:

"All right, all right, young master, drink and drink."

Wen Suning rode an electric car back home. He called Aunt Wang in the hospital and said that he would go back later, so Aunt Wang was not in a hurry.

Aunt Wang took the coat he took off, "The meal is ready, do you want to eat now?"

Wen Suning: "I'll eat later. I drank a cup of milk tea on the way and I'm not hungry yet. You can go home."

Aunt Wang: "Okay, the rice is in the incubator. If you need anything else, please call me anytime."

Wen Suning went back to the room first, put Paxil on the bedside table, turned on the computer, and the empty milk tea cup was still at hand.

He thought about it and threw it into the trash can.

Ingesting a lot of sugar played a greater role than Wen Suning imagined. He typed on the keyboard and wrote another 2,000 words before stopping to eat.

He was the only one living in the huge villa, and Wen Suning was happy and quiet. He turned on the TV, found a movie he hadn't seen, and used it as electronic mustard.

Wen Suning returned to the computer after the meal, but did not continue writing.

He wrote 5,000 words on the first day of his attempt, which was already pretty good, and he had to do something else in the rest of the time.

Although she has made up her mind to make novel writing her main business, Wen Suning has no intention of putting all her eggs in one basket.

He logged on to the Xianren Listening Books website, registered a listening book number, and applied for an anchor.

Wen Suning's laptop must not be able to receive audio, so he temporarily recorded the audio with his mobile phone and uploaded it to the computer.

He listened to it, and the effect was not bad. His sound condition was already good, and the equipment almost didn't affect it much.

While waiting for the review, Wen Suning opened PowerPoint and started to make PPT.

On the way to the hospital by subway, he asked the top-selling PPT production shops one by one from Moubao if they still needed shop assistants.

Two of them gave him an affirmative answer and asked Wen Suning to give them two samples for review.

As an investor, Wen Suning has seen thousands of PPTs if not tens of thousands, and all of them are of high quality. Of course, he also has relevant skills and is very familiar with them.

Wen Suning is very serious about what she does. The store will rate the producers according to their works. The higher the level, the more orders they can receive.

It took him three hours to finish and sent it to the store customer service.

It's getting late, Wen Suning went to wash up, busy, it was almost twelve o'clock again.

The wound on the wrist had already scabbed, Wen Suning took a shower cautiously, dried her hair, and lay down comfortably on the bed.

He muted his phone, put it far away on the bedside table, and closed his eyes to cultivate sleepiness.

The body is exhausted, but the spirit is tense and difficult to relax. I am very tired, but I can't sleep.

Wen Suning is not in a hurry, anyway, he has plenty of time, at worst, he will get up late tomorrow.

After an unknown period of time, her consciousness gradually became hazy, and Wen Suning inexplicably thought of the young man she met in the narrow alley.

His takeaway is called "Dark Lemon", but it's not dark at all, and apart from the hair color, there's nothing to do with lemon.

I slipped into a bloody crematorium article that was devoid of nutrition, devoid of connotation, and tortured my body and mind.

But it turns out that apart from that idiot Qin Mu, there are still many good people in the world.

Wen Suning woke up several times at night, he tried to keep his mood calm, otherwise the more anxious he was, the harder it would be to fall asleep again.

Waking up in the morning was still exhausting, Wen Suning huddled under the quilt and fumbled for his mobile phone, seeing that both shops had given him approved replies, he felt a little more relaxed.

He joined the group chat given by the store. After a certain treasure received the order, the customer service would post it in the group, and the producers needed to grab the order.

Wen Suning's rating is exquisite, which means that he can accept simple, standard and exquisite orders, which is already very good for a newcomer.

Wen Suning set the customer service account as special care, took out the paroxetine in the drawer and swallowed a tablet, got up to wash, had breakfast, sat in front of the computer, and wrote.

Compared with yesterday, today's thinking is much smoother. Wen Suning wrote 2,000 words in one breath, and when he heard the special prompt sound, he immediately picked up his mobile phone to grab the order.

Wen Suning got her first order with excellent hand speed, chatted privately with the customer service, and sent him more detailed requirements.

At first glance, this client is a desperate college student. He wants to make a PPT speech in an ideological and political class. There is no other requirement, as long as he can read it.

Wen Suning also used the simplest method, spent 30 minutes to make a total of 21 pages, and handed it over to customer service.

Then continue writing.

Half an hour later, the customer service replied that it was ok, and transferred him a commission of 33 yuan.

The account was finally credited, Wen Suning breathed a sigh of relief, at least he could guarantee that he would not starve to death in the future.

Wen Suning sat in front of the computer and typed all day, grabbing orders in the group.Perhaps it was the effect of antidepressant drugs, but he always felt drowsy. After lunch, he lay down until three o'clock in the afternoon, and then struggled with all his might to get up and work.

In the evening, Wen Suning finally finished writing 10,000 words enough to apply for a contract.

He logged on Qicheng Chinese website to apply for an author, publish a new article, and apply for a contract.

Then there was waiting. Wen Suning glanced at the review of idlers listening to books, but he hadn't passed it yet, that is to say, he could spend the rest of the time freely.

Wen Suning stood up, planning to take a brisk walk in the villa for a while to exercise.

He was really shocked when he went out yesterday, no wonder that on the day Qin Mu kicked him out of the villa, the original owner could get seriously ill in the rain. This body is too weak. In order to avoid serious illness as much as possible, he had to hurry up and exercise.

After walking upstairs and downstairs for a few laps, her breathing became short of breath. Wen Suning found Baduanjin on the Internet, which was said to be very useful, and played it again imitating the video.

At the end of the practice, he was covered in sweat, and his hands and feet were even more flimsy, but at least he survived with his tenacious willpower.

Just as Wen Suning changed her clothes, the phone rang.

He saw that it was Qin Mu.

Wen Suning connected.

"Hello."

Qin Mu's voice was low: "What are you doing?"

Of course Wen Suning didn't want to tell the truth: "I'm playing with my phone."

Qin Mu chuckled over there, "Are you obedient at home?"

Wen Suning felt a little weird, what do you listen to at home?After Qin Mu left, wouldn't this villa belong to him?

Even if he had a party inside, what's the matter with Qin Mu?

Wen Suning didn't understand, so she could only hum slightly.

Qin Mu: "Go, clean the bathroom in my room."

Wen Suning:?

He took the phone away and stared at the note of "Qin Mu" on the screen for two seconds, making sure he wasn't hallucinating.

wipe?bathroom?

It took Wen Suning a few seconds to realize that Qin Mu, a control freak, fell ill again.

Wen Suning: ...

He was really speechless, resisting the urge to say "You are crazy".

Wen Suning took a deep breath silently, Qin Mu is a complete control freak, he can't bear things beyond his control, and likes to keep everything firmly in his hands.

Of course, it also includes Wen Suning, who is his "property".

In the beginning, Qin Mu asked Wen Suning to always use WeChat to report the itinerary, who he did with, what time and when he came back, and he had to report everything in detail.

Wen Suning obediently followed suit, and then Qin Mu soon got tired of receiving a lot of messages from him every day, so why should he bother with a substitute, so he changed it to asking Wen Suning to have a mobile phone for 24 hoursTurn it on, so that he can check the guard at any time.

When Qin Mu was not at home, he would often call suddenly, ordering Wen Su Ninggan to do this and that, such as repairing flowers and plants in the garden, drying the quilt for him, changing the bed sheet and quilt cover, cleaning the range hood in the kitchen, and other messy tasks.

Oh, it also includes what Qin Mu just said, cleaning the toilet.

In fact, when Qin Mu was on a business trip, he would also ask for some phone sex, but this time he probably hadn't recovered from yesterday's painful ejaculation, so he switched to cleaning the toilet.

After all, it is also a powerful expression of dominance.

Of course it was impossible for Wen Suning to listen to him.

"Okay, I'm going."

Wen Suning put her mobile phone on the sink table, turned on the faucet for a few seconds and then turned it off, pretending to be washing a scouring pad.

Then he sat down on the toilet seat, folded his hands over his chest, expressionless.

Fortunately, Qin Mu didn't ask him to turn on the video. Qin Mu should be at work now, and he suddenly called when he wanted to control himself, otherwise Wen Suning would have to run to put on a show.

After a few seconds, Wen Suning whispered: "Wring out the water, and clean the mirror first."

"Wipe from the top, there is a little bit of dust, the mirror is a bit high, it's not convenient to lean over to wipe." He followed Qin Mu's request and said his movements, thanking the two days of code practice, Wen SuLemon's story was compiled smoothly.

Qin Mu laughed lowly, and said hoarsely, "Do you think that this mirror can reflect my appearance every day, so you want to wipe it clean?"

Wen Suning couldn't hold it back, she opened her mouth and retched silently.

So disgusting.

Wen Suning could only pretend to be shy and said: "...um."

In fact, he wanted to smash the mirror even more.

At this time, Wen Suning saw a special attention message pop up on the top of the screen.

He clicked in immediately, grabbed the order in seconds, and sent the message before browsing the request.

The list is at a refined level, and there will be a lot of requirements, which also means more commissions.

The client wanted to finish the first draft as soon as possible so as to allow time for revisions. Wen Suning brought the laptop and sat on the toilet to start working.

At the same time, he didn't stay idle, and said softly: "The mirror has been wiped clean, it's so bright."

Qin Mu: "Go clean the toilet."

Wen Suning: "..."

He took a deep breath, exhaled it, took another deep breath, and endured the slight pain in his forehead: "Okay."

Wen Suning's obedience made Qin Mu's mood obviously better. Qin Mu felt even more that his diarrhea that had lasted for a whole day made his legs weak, and his butt dared not touch the chair was completely accidental.

Wen Suning is so obedient, even if he had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to make trouble.

"Start with the toilet lid and work your way from the edges to the middle, especially where the lid joins."

Wen Suning was talking about the toilet, but she was actually staring at the screen, collecting materials, and focusing on making this PPT, which was obviously for commercial use.

"Then lift the toilet lid. The shape of the toilet seat is so beautiful. Only Mr. Qin's muscular buttocks can fit it perfectly."

Hearing Wen Suning's words, Qin Mu's mind automatically recalled the night when his butt and the toilet seat were intimately fitted together, and he trembled all over.

He hastened to levator anus, unwilling to recall the painful feeling again.

Wen Suning praised the toilet, ah, how can there be such an exquisite structure in this world, and Mr. Qin's butt that can be in close contact with such an object is even more beautiful...

Wen Suning's voice was pleasant to hear, it was as soft as a feather scratching her ears, and then itched into her head along the earholes.

In the past, Qin Mu would still enjoy the situation where the desire to control and the sense of hearing are satisfied at the same time, but now, when he hears the words toilet and buttocks, he feels...his pain.

Finally, Qin Mu couldn't take it anymore, his scalp was numb and he said, "Okay, don't rub it anymore."

Wen Suning: "Okay."

He replied as indifferently and politely as a customer service agent, only to realize that it was inappropriate when he returned to his senses, and deliberately expressed surprise and hesitation:

"...But you haven't finished wiping it yet, Mr. Qin, your buttocks should be sitting on a cleaner toilet."

"No, no, no." Qin Mu really felt that his stomach was hurting, so he prevaricated a few words, hung up the phone hastily, got up and ran to the hotel bathroom.

He lifted the toilet lid, and couldn't help thinking about Wen Suning's words, "Only Mr. Qin's muscular buttocks can fit it perfectly".

Damn, what to do, he can't seem to look directly at the toilet.

During the beeping busy tone, Wen Suning rubbed his ears indifferently, Qin Mu's paragraphs are not very good, and a few words he said casually while distracted can break his defense.

Qin Mu asked him to clean the toilet, which was somewhat insulting in itself.

But unfortunately, Wen Suning cooperated with the previous laxative attack, and the one who lost in the end was Qin Mu himself.

Wen Suning turned off the recording that was turned on at the beginning, backed it up, and then returned to the bedroom with the computer in her arms.

He very much hoped that Qin Mu could get away during the few days of his business trip and contact him with the drift bottle, so that he wouldn't make money by calling again.

The author has something to say:

The editor said that the original plot was not good, so he modified it, okay!

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