In Chapter 2, xiaomengwa wants to go to a city in China, which has a time difference of several hours with the United States. It's midnight.

the city lights go out a lot. There is a faint light in one of the residential buildings in the city.

in the room, Rococo clattered on the keyboard.

when my hair achieves waist length and waist young girl, how can I be able to sleep without losing sleep?

Click the enter button, and the signature on the penguin will become the above-mentioned fork loading model.

Rococo, a 24-year-old female, is a writer of wensansu, the president of a website. Her moral integrity is broken and her three views are all gone. Her writing style is mainly white and cruel, which is popular with the majority of minors and the distressed family Obasan.

she likes to eat ice cream most, and her favorite person is her baby son. What she's afraid of most is that...

the name of the caller ID on the phone makes her shrug, and what she's afraid of most is this - the editor urges the manuscript!

press the answer button to take the microphone far away. The editing wind is thin and penetrating.

"Rococo! Explain your damn signature! "

"Er, the watch is so serious..." Coco's mouse swivels, and the computer screen looks like a dog blood series of a website.

"in fact, you want to drag the manuscript, right

hiss ~ coco takes a breath of air conditioning. Do you want to be sharp? You can see through her real idea!

"coco, think of the readers who are looking forward to your update, think of the poor editor who is working hard to get the manuscript... Do you really have the heart to break even more?"

"Mmhmm." Coco stares at the small box at the bottom of the screen, which is a small advertisement that pops out of the web page.

a beautiful woman dressed in cool clothes, doing all kinds of provocative actions like a long hemorrhoid twists back and forth, click in the computer will be virus, and constantly pop-up ads.

the power of small ads is extraordinary. She lets the women in them wriggle back and forth.

the last time I went in with my hands down, the computer was paralyzed. There were tens of thousands of words of saved manuscripts in it. Thanks to my baby's son's efforts to repair it. Although he was only four years old, he was a computer genius. He just won the champion of game competition the day before yesterday.

"you've been cut off twice this month. Readers will protest if you cut off again. Last time you asked for leave, the reason was that you didn't bring paper to the toilet to delay the update. This time, it can't be said that you have diarrhea and can't update!"

eh? How does she know that she wants to find this reason?

when the editor found out the bad attempt to break even more, coco laughed twice.

"boss, actually, my stomach is a little sore..."

"no matter you have diarrhea, constipation, toothache, appendicitis and long corns, tomorrow I will see your update, update!" The other end of the phone is already crazy. It's a headache to meet the author of the bad draft!

coco turns the computer to mute, clicks on the dog blood drama inside to watch it, and puts the mobile phone aside to press hands-free.

"cocoa, Rococo! Did you listen? "

"Mmhmm." Ah ah, it's enough blood. The man has a terminal illness. The woman is crying. This passage will be written into the book soon. It will surely earn a lot of tears for the girls

I think it's useless to bluster and flog people who have a thick skin and are accustomed to breaking manuscripts. I decided to adopt a soft policy.

"he doesn't drink milk powder, just coke." After drinking four bottles of dinner, it's said that my heart was sad. I used coke to relieve my sorrow. I pressed the pause button, and the face of the woman crying on the screen was distorted and fixed, looking a little ferocious.

there's a cute cute cute treasure in my head, which is round, handsome and dross. The corner of my mouth is up...

the little editor at the other end of the phone is still pressing for contributions. Coco folds the paper in half and rubs the microphone back and forth, "boss! My signal is not good, you say Shenma? Inaudibility! That's it! "

hang up decisively and buckle the battery.

coco sighed at the fixed female main blood spray on the screen, the distorted crying phase, and the small dynamic advertisement of cool female at the bottom of the screen. Life is so hard.

it's easy to sell hues and code words to write novels to make money!

compared with the cold clothes twisted in the small ads, the work of coding seems less painful. For her son's coke money, let her spill dog blood more violently, and the discipline is more broken.

as a genius Mengbao, lomo doubts about the suspicious trace on the bed.

is this really a map he made?

recalling his feat of pouring four bottles of coke into his dinner, he accepted the truth painfully.

although he can easily win the champion of the competition, such ferocious things as nitrogen and bed wetting can't be avoided for a four-year-old child after all...

little fat hand stealthily pulls out the bed sheet with cartoon pattern, shakes little JJ with his bare butt holding the "criminal evidence" and throws it into the washing machine to destroy the body. Mommy is an idiot in life. All these housework It's a hourly job.

coco has made a chapter of super dog blood's routine, which breaks president Wen. He wants to go out for a drink.

I saw my fat son sitting on the sofa with his little butt bare, two little fat feet facing each other, trying to put on a sad look on his plump face, how to look cute.

"son, what's the matter?" "Mommy, I want to find daddy."

he seriously reflected on the bed wetting incident that hurt his self-esteem and came to an important conclusion that it was not his fault, but the disaster caused by mu youdadi!

because I discussed with my friends in kindergarten about the sad topic of daddy taking a bath bigger than a bird, I drank a few more bottles of drinks for dinner to relieve my worries, which led to the tragedy of the baby wetting the bed!

"it's time for you to give up the bad habit of drinking carbonated drinks. Later, you said to find God horse? Iron man or transformer or blue fat man? "

"I want Daddy." He pulled his fat feet and said seriously, cherish daddy and stay away from bed wetting!

that thing... It's really a drop of wood!