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Finding a house is a very troublesome thing. Not only should you consider the distance from the company, but also the level of rent. Even if you are satisfied with these two conditions, you may not like the house itself.

Apple had a headache, but this time I heard Lan Ning say this, as if I saw a little hope: "Is yours sharing with you?"

"No." Lan Ning shook his head. "I may have moved out some time. You just can move in. I am not far from the company. The most important thing is that the rent of the landlord is low!"

This is of course very tempting in the eyes of those who need to rent a house, but Apple is still keenly grasping the key point: "Why are you moving?" A house like this is not normally moved unless... Apple "Ah" whispered and grabbed his mouth. "Do you want to change jobs?"

If you change jobs, the possibility of changing a house is very big!

"...no." Lan Ning pulled the corner of his mouth and didn't know how to explain to her. "I just want to move to another place, but it may be at least next month."

"Ah, this is okay, the landlord was originally renting the house to me next month."

"This is fine."

But Apple still doesn't give up: "But why are you changing houses?"

"Hey, tell you later."

Apple: "..."

Is it so mysterious to play even now?

Lan Ning helped Qufu find the next tenant, and the Confucian language began to prepare for the wedding. Because the manuscripts have all been handed over, he just has a lot of time, and he can do it wholeheartedly.

Although the National Day is the peak of the wedding banquet, but the Confucian language is still in the hotel. After the time was confirmed, he printed the wedding invitations and chose a wedding dress.

Laning is a bit shameful, she seems to have nothing to do.

"You just have to appear at the wedding on time." The Confucian language said so to her.

It’s hard to get to a Friday. After working, Lan Ning went straight to the Confucian language, thinking that he could help him prepare for the wedding on weekends.

The wedding invitations that have been chosen in the Confucian language have been printed, all piled up in the living room, waiting for them to write their names and time.

"This thing can only be done by you. Who told your words to look good." Lan Ning smiled and threw the task of filling the wedding invitation to the Confucian language. The Confucian language did not push it. He handed the printed guest list to Laning and asked her to check it again.

Lan Ning ate the fruit while checking the list. After watching it for a little while, she couldn't help but laugh down: "Teacher, how is your friend so little, hehe." She put down the fruit in her hand, fingertips. Gently click on the paper. "I count, one, two, three, four, four... all of them are authors."

Confucianism is sitting next to her, silently looking at her.

Lan Ning was even more teased: "Teacher, just write a book, "My friends are rare", hahaha."

The Confucian language picks up the pen on the table, and the voice is cold and cool: "There is no need to invite so many people."

Lan Ning came over and asked temptedly: "Is it angry?"

"No."

Lan Ning blinked: "Don't you ask your classmates?"

"Do you think I have contact with them?"

"Yes." Lan Ning thought thoughtfully. "After all, when their names become the dead of yours, no one wants to contact you."

Confucian language: "..."

Successfully swayed to him, Lan Ning smirked at the side and laughed nonstop. The Confucian language photographed the guest table, and the brow whispered: "There are almost all of your relatives and friends, the seat is responsible for your arrangement, and you can remember to confirm with them."

"Oh." Lan Ning smiled and nodded. He wanted to send his mobile phone to a circle of friends and officially announced that he was getting married. As a result, no cell phone was found everywhere. She poked the rhetoric around her: "I can't find my phone, you call me."

The phone with Confucianism was placed on the table, and he took it with him and dialed Laning’s phone. After a while, the ringtone came from his feet and the sound sounded awkward.

The Confucian language removes a pillow from the foot. Below is Laning’s cell phone.

Three large characters are on the screen, which is particularly conspicuous.

Dog eggs.

The eyebrows of Confucianism are moving.

He picked up Lan Ning's cell phone and smiled at her shallowly: "I appeared in this form on your phone?"

Lan Ning: "..."

She grabbed her cell phone, hung up the phone, and coughed it: "Can't you? I can only appear in the form of the deceased in your novel."

Confucian language: "..."

"I think you need to change the contact name." He stared straight at Laning. Lan Ning swallowed and asked, "What changed?"

"Do you still have questions?" Confucianism is somewhat unbelievable. "Of course it is a husband."

Laning's brow jumped and changed the contact name to a teacher in front of him.

The Confucian language is awkward, and turns to the cool and authentic: "Give me the teacher for the last half of the month."

Lan Ning: "..."

After she sent her friend circle, it caused a lot of shock, but the Confucian language had already announced that he was her boyfriend, so everyone was not too surprised.

After accepting the blessings from all directions, she began to arrange the seats by drawing a check on the people who were sure to attend.

This row of seats is definitely a university question, because you have to fully understand the grievances of the guests. If you accidentally arrange two people with enmity or emotional disputes, then you will be embarrassed.

Laning had been in the class for a day during the day, and now she was lined up and fell asleep on the table.

Ruan Confucius went to the room and took a thin blanket on her back, sitting next to her and gently dialing her hair. Laning slept very lightly, the eyelashes trembled twice, and the shallow shadow cast on the eye sockets also shook. Confucianism bent down and kissed her on her lips.

Lan Ning's lips are soft and incredibly sweet with a hint of sweetness. The Confucian language is a bit unwilling to let go.

Lan Ning muttered twice and he was awakened by the kiss. She opened her eyes and looked at his close-knit face, and his eyes were still dizzy.

This look is too lovable, and the words of Confucianism are moving, and some instigating emotions are slowly coming up.

He kissed Lanning's lips again, and Lanning was gently pushed by him, and he fell on the floor. The Confucian language still kissed her, and the clothes of the two men became more and more messy in this kiss.

Lan Ning felt that her body temperature was rising rapidly. She grabbed the hand of Confucianism in her heart and gasped. "Mom said that I can't do these shameful things before I get married."

The action of the Confucian language paused, and then sneered at it. He pulled his hand out of Lan Ning's clothes, buried his head in her neck, and kissed her ear: "Well, I will wait for you for another half a month."

Lan Ning’s ears turned red by his parents, and the Confucian language couldn’t help but laugh. Lan Ning turned his head and looked at him wickedly: "Laughter!"

The distance between the two people is too close. The Confucian language is also on the tip of her nose and kisses her. "Go into the house and go to sleep."

Lan Ning looked at him in an inquiry: "What about you?"

Confucianism raises its brow: "Of course, I sleep in the house."

Lan Ning silently squinted his eyes twice, saying that Confucianism left her, and smiled and hugged her: "Do not worry, you will not be ashamed of you."

Lan Ning: "..."

Half a month passed quickly, and it was at the end of the month. Because the Civil Affairs Bureau’s National Day holiday, the Confucian language and Laning still received the marriage certificate in advance.

This day, the people of the country are immersed in the joy of the upcoming holiday, and the well-known reasoning writer suddenly sent a microblog.

Fortunately v: Warning, starting today, please change my name from teacher to husband. cauliflower

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Of course, the picture is just a hot marriage certificate.

The netizens of the book powder were blown off by surprise.

"!!! What is the situation!! Is that a marriage certificate?"

"a lucky teacher is married!!"

"My famous writer and his editor are married! How can you think so!"

"Congratulations to the teacher! I really loved it before!"

"...I will never call my husband anymore. [Smile] Every time I call my husband, whoever becomes the husband of others [smile]"

This Weibo was forwarded by many writers' circles, and soon became popular. The film being filmed also took advantage of the heat.

On the wedding day, the Confucian language began to prepare without waiting for the dawn. He moved back to his original residence one day in advance, and at this time led a team to go to the apartment in Laning to pick up the bride.

Qufu opened the door with a slit, which was also locked with a chain. She looked at the best man group behind the Confucian language and smiled and asked: "Sister husband, don't open the door to the red envelope."

Nineteen 哉 哉 掏 掏 掏 掏 掏 掏 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 哉 早 早

Qufu pinched the thickness and looked at him: "I usually eat sugar very expensive."

"..." Nineteen squats looked at the little dress she wore, lolita, he heard that it was a very burning thing, it seems that this little girl is really rare. He touched all the red envelopes on her body and gave her: "Is this enough?"

Qufu happily took the chain down: "Thank you, uncle!"

Nineteen: "..."

Into the living room, 19 哉 patted the shoulders of the Confucian language: "The red envelope you gave me has been cleaned up, and I can only rely on wood."

Wood white touched the red envelope on his body and felt that...may not hold it.

The door of Laning's bedroom is also locked. Mubai has contributed all the red envelopes, and the bridesmaids inside still don't open the door. The Confucian language also gave out all the red envelopes on his body, and then listened to Yunguang in the inside and shouted: "Do not sing the prestige and do not open the door!"

Confucian language: "..."

Everyone's eyes fell silently on Ye Cheng's tail.

Ye Cheng: "..."

He really shouldn't come today, but the wedding is compiled. Although the groom is not him, he still wants to bless her.

Just did not expect... Yunguang teacher would actually play this trick.

Mu Bai comforted him: "I have sang once in the group, and it is not bad this time."

Ye Cheng: "..."

The Confucian language thought for a moment, took out the mobile phone, and from the group chat record, pulled out the prelude of Ye Cheng’s last sing and played it out: "Is this done?"

"Are you too perfunctory?" Yun light complained twice, or opened the door to them. "Look at giving so many red packets, let me have a horse."

Finally entered the bedroom, the Confucian language looked around in the house, but did not see Lan Ning. He frowned slightly and asked the Qing Dynasty: "What about Laning?"

The Qing dynasty cleared the scorpion and looked at them proudly: "Are you not all reasoning writers? Reasoning."

Best man group: "..."

They all looked at Confucianism silently and sympathetically. This year, the profession should be cautious. As a reasoning writer, my wife and children will disappear with you every day.

"The clues are all in this room, you can find it yourself." Dai Qing still maintains a proud expression.

Nineteen is very knowledgeable and asks: "Can red envelopes change clues?"

Dai Qing looked at them with surprise: "What is your dignity as a reasoning writer?"

Nineteen: "..."

At this time, who still manages dignity, it is good to find a wife.

Dai Qing coughed twice: "And you have no red envelopes on your body, and you are less envious of me."

"The groom still has a card." Nineteen slammed the pokes and said that he was carefully observing the room. Some of them were crying and laughing. "You are not really looking for clues? Don't listen to them blowing, they just want Red envelope."

"The computer is on." The Confucian language refers to the computer on the table. When the long legs are gone, "the password is needed."

Mu Baidao: "Try your birthday."

The Confucian language thought it should not be so simple, but I tried it again: "No."

Nineteen screams: "Do you know the password for your silver card? Otherwise there are various anniversaries."

"Ha ha ha." Cloud light smiled and sneered twice. "Don't forget that I am also a mystery novelist. It's so simple and mixed."

Everyone didn't talk, but they looked around and looked at the room. Betting on the dignity of the reasoning writer, you must also find clues!

The Confucian language went to the bookcase and looked at the book inside. The bookcase in the room of Laning was small, but it was full of books, and his book was among them. He looked at it for a while and soon found the problem: "There is one less."

"What?" The 19th 哉 also went over and looked at the bookcase.

Confucianism: "There is one less book, "Countdown""

"Countdown" is one of his single works. Laning's bookshelf has his full set of Enron Detective series and the other two books, but this one is missing.

Nineteen rumors: "Maybe people just don't buy your book."

Confucian language: "..."

He turned and entered the publication date of the book on the computer, still indicating the wrong password.

Nineteen sly smiles next to me: "In fact, I don't like your book very much."

The Confucian language looked back at him and took the phone out.

"What are you looking for?" Mu Bai also came over and looked at him.

"It is also possible to use the book number as the password." He found the book number on the Internet and entered the computer.

This time, the computer finally opened successfully.