Wife Please Be Obedient

At noon, the Internet cafe.

Why not endure the strong smoke smell in the air, tap quickly with both hands on the keyboard, and then shake the mouse to click.

Not...

Not...

She squinted her eyes and looked at it one by one. She had been searching for it for nearly an hour, but she hadn't found it yet.

Where is he posting his works at this time?

Look up and think about it, why not retype a few words in the search bar and press Enter.

This fool doesn't even know how to make advertisements. He has been searching for so long deliberately to draw a fart picture.

There were crackling keyboard knocks and shouts nearby, which made her frown.

If you can't find it, you can only find a way to meet...

Finally, when the computer prompts that the balance is insufficient, why not stretch the brow suddenly, revealing a trace of joy.

Forest woods.

This screen name is not unique, but he can draw and paint well. He is the only one who takes orders online under this name.

Take out the phone, add friends according to the number on the webpage, why not breathe a sigh of relief, just get up and leave after closing the webpage.

...

In the afternoon, most of the sun has been set, only half of the head is exposed, and the horizon is blushed.

Qin Guanglin put down his paintbrush and stretched out, stood up and took two steps back to look at the newly completed work.

not bad.

He nodded in satisfaction, tidied up the tools and went to the bathroom to wash the paint on his body.

The painting has to wait a long time to dry. After washing his hands, Qin Guanglin went to the kitchen to find a piece of steamed buns, took out the sweet noodle sauce from the refrigerator and wiped it, and went back to the bedroom while nibbling. He took the phone from the bed and prepared to take a picture of the work.

Get lost?

He clicked on the flashing friend's information and glanced at it and agreed to add it, pressing the keyboard to say hello.

"Hello there."

After the greeting, click into the memo, which contains his prepared words, 800 single works, 3,000 unsigned, characters, landscapes...

copy.

Paste.

He paused when he was about to send, and then went back to the place where he added the message and took another look. There was nothing on it.

Is this a customer?

Qin Guanglin struggled, and news that he was lost and waiting to return has been sent.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

...

Lin Mu Sensen: "I am also glad to meet you, who are you?"

Why not look at the message on the phone and can't help but curl his mouth.

Who am I?

She lowered her head and glanced at the paper on the table. There were dense tree-like pictures drawn on it, most of which had been crossed out with red pen, leaving only a few branches.

The first step begins...

Why not turn the pen in his hand twice, instead of rushing to reply to the message, he drew another stroke on the paper, then raised his head and thought for a while before pressing the keyboard to reply.

"In the same city alumni list, make a friend."

...

To make friends?

Qin Guanglin frowned and stuffed his last mouthful of steamed buns, feeling a bit inexplicable.

It's been two years since I graduated. Is there such a thing as alumni in the same city? never heard of that.

As he was about to continue to ask, he paused with his finger, and deleted the words he typed.

"Okay, make a friend."

Hand it in, maybe it's a potential customer.