老攻身患绝症[穿书]

Chapter 142

Xie Yang: The event will take a long time. You don’t have to wait outside. 

Qiu Xing replied in seconds: En.

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Qiu Xing waited outside the venue. Seeing that Xie Yang didn’t reply to his message, he switched back to Weibo and looked through what he had just found.

Sheep Paste: Hahaha, I’m laughing to death. The fans wrote a bunch of disgusting fan works and shouted cute. Some people said they want to @ the people involved. I want to vomit with disgust. I don’t know what is so cute about someone who sold himself and a dying old man. 

Meng Meng Wolf Cub: Some fans are really brain-dead. A sick man liked a novel like that and obviously disrespects your male god by requesting some fun play. People who really care aren’t willing to expose their bed interests to the public. Your male god is obviously just a plaything for the sick man~

Mu Tangtang: Did Yang wear a tail for the sick man today? Did Yang wear a tail for the sick man today? Fans, don’t cry. Your Yang really needs this for family improvement. [Sexy tail purchase link]

……

Qiu Xing locked his mobile phone and leaned back with a calm face, his chest moving up and down. 

Zhou Miao in the driver’s seat looked back at Qiu Xing and asked carefully, “Boss, do you want to go home? The little boss asked me to take you back.”

Qiu Xing didn’t speak. Half a minute passed before he looked up and asked Zhou Miao, “Can you write a novel?”

“…Eh?”

An hour later, He Jun brought the laptop to the parking lot outside the venue. He opened the car door, got in the front driver’s seat and looked back at Qiu Xing. “Boss, what do you want me to write? Did the report of a project go wrong?” 

Qiu Xing retracted his gaze from the building and handed his phone to He Jun. “Write this. I’ll tell you about the character design and the plot. You can write in a manner to attract people.”

Character design? Plot? Attract people? He Jun took Qiu Xing’s phone in a confused manner and looked down at the screen.

Yang Xing CP Fan Works Website – Fanfiction Writing Guidance Division.

He Jun was sluggish as he looked up at Qiu Xing. “Boss, you—” 

Qiu Xing frowned and interrupted He Jun’s words. “Can you write? If you can’t write then find someone who can as soon as possible.”

He Jun used his years of training his self-control to stabilize his expression and suppress the stormy waves in his heart. He quickly calculated that if he handed this matter over to others, they would publicize it and this could affect Qiu Xing’s prestige. He decisively replied, “Yes, it is simple. I’ll write it.”

Qiu Xing’s expression looked a bit better. “Then start now. I’ll talk about the character design.”

He Jun glanced at Zhou Miao’s expression which was basically blank and silently turned on his laptop. “You say it.” 

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The music festival lasted until past 8 o’clock in the evening. Xie Yang sang two songs and won four awards. As he was leaving the venue, Xie Yang coincidentally took the same exit as Yuan Pang. Yuan Pang didn’t get the prize today and was unhappy. After seeing Xie Yang, he looked up and suddenly asked, “How is Chairman Xie doing these days?” He glanced at Xie Yang’s waist as he spoke.