Jing Xiaocha leaned in Wen Jin's arms, and the faint fragrance of mint and masculine masculinity lingered in his breath.

Her brain began to get drowsy, and even her ability to think seemed to have decreased.

So she didn't hear Wen Jin's words at all.

Wen Jin waited for two seconds, but did not hear her answer. He looked down at her in confusion. Seeing that she seemed to be in a daze, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes moved slightly.

"Xiaocha?"

He called out softly again.

This time, he might have been too close. His warm breath blew on her face as he spoke, and Jing Xiaocha's wandering thoughts were pulled back.

He blinked his eyes blankly, "Brother Wen, what did you say?"

"What kind of god are you going to?"

Wen Jin looked at her without answering the question, thinking that her cute look was very cute.

Jing Xiaocha smiled in disguise, and it was impossible for him to say that he was thinking about him just now, "I don't have one."

"Nothing, didn't you take a few minutes off for an hour just now?" Wen Jin repeatedly asked the question just now.

Jing Xiaocha's eyes flashed, as if he was afraid that Wen Jin would blame her, and immediately explained, "My voice speed is very slow, and I don't need to rest in the middle."

“How slow is it?”

Wen Jin frowned slightly, thinking to herself that it seemed that she could not give her an hour in the future.

Jing Xiaocha was embarrassed to say his speed, "I only spoke two thousand words in this hour."

"It was two thousand at the beginning, and it was no longer slow. Have you modified the typo?" Wen Jin turned his head and looked at the notebook on the small table.

He continued to look at Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha shook his head, "No modifications. If you modify the typo, the speed will definitely become one thousand."

Wen Jin chuckled, and finally felt a little obedient to her and her lips raised slightly, "I'll help you modify it later."

"Brother Wen, you don't need to help me. I will modify it myself later. You can't understand those typos."

Jing Xiaocha hurriedly refused.

Wen Jin ignored her rejection and asked, "Does her legs still numb?"

Jing Xiaocha pursed his lips and tried to move his legs gently, but immediately frowned again.

"If you are still numb, don't move, wait a moment." Seeing this, Wen Jin stopped him.

“…”

Jing Xiaocha frowned and after two seconds, she gently moved the leg. Although she felt uncomfortable, she tried her best to endure it and slowly lie down with the help of Wen Jin.

"Do you need to put the head of the bed down?"

Wen Jin covered her with a quilt and asked gently.

"Need not."

Wen Jin then sat back in the chair, took her notebook, and carefully modified the typo for her.

Jing Xiaocha knew that nothing he said could not stop Wen Jin, so he could only look at him quietly at her manuscript word by word, modifying the typos.

Soft lights spread all over every corner of the ward, reflecting Jing Xiaocha's beautiful eyebrows on the bed, and also reflecting Wen Jin's handsome eyebrows in the chair.

The atmosphere is warm and quiet, and there is a kind of beautiful beauty of the quiet years.

Wen Jin looked very carefully.

Just now, Jing Xiaocha only tried a few words, and it was easier for him to change.

But now, Jing Xiaocha has two thousand words pronounced, and some typos are not homophones, but are misidentified, which leads to the whole sentence being unaccustomed.

He had to read the first and last sentences together before he could infer what the word the typo itself was, and the speed was relatively slow.

But from the beginning to the end, Wen Jin did not have any impatience, and her eyebrows were always soft. From the lines in Jing Xiaocha's novel, she seemed to be able to see a faint shadow.

Especially the heroine's personality.

Wen Jin, who had never read novels before, became interested in Jing Xiaocha's novels and had the idea of ​​reading all the novels she wrote.

Time was just as he looked at the laptop screen, and Jing Xiaocha looked at his picture, passing by minute by second. When Wen Jin raised his head, it was already twenty minutes later.

He lowered his head for too long and his neck felt a little uncomfortable. He gently twisted his neck. Jing Xiaocha on the hospital bed asked with concern, "Brother Wen, is your neck sore?"

"It's okay." Wen Ran smiled slightly and said gently, "I've changed the typo for you. Do you want to update to the website now?"

"Brother Wen, I have a little preservation before. I have already scheduled the past two days. I will pass this chapter to the backend to save it first."

"good."

Wen Jin responded softly, lowered his head and operated on the notebook.

A trace of doubt flashed in Jing Xiaocha's eyes. Seeing him opening the URL of her favorites, he went into the background, looked up and asked her for her password with his eyes.

Her eyes flashed lightly, "Brother Wen, give me the notebook."

"Tell me your password."

Wen Jin didn't mean to give her a notebook. The injuries on her arm could not heal in a short period of time. Voice code for one hour a day was already his bottom line.

He decided to do the rest for her.

So he asked her to tell her password.

However, Jing Xiaocha was unwilling to tell him, "Are you afraid that I will see your backstage, or are you afraid that I will see you earn how much manuscript fee?"

Wen Jin's mouth curled up a curve of interest and looked at Jing Xiaocha with a smile on his eyes.

"no."

Jing Xiaocha raised his uninjured left hand and brushed a strand of hair on his forehead. He hesitated for a few seconds and said her password unnaturally.

Three letters plus a string of numbers.

When Wen Jin heard the password she said, he moved slightly in his heart.

A glimmer of light flashed across her eyes. It turned out that she didn't want to say it because the password was his birthday, and the two letters were also used in the pinyin of his surname.

The heartstrings seemed to be touched gently, and an indescribable emotion spread.

Wen Jin looked deeply at Jing Xiaocha with an unnatural expression. She did not look at him, but looked down at the quilt.

After staring at her for a few seconds, Wen Jin skillfully entered the password, entered her writer's backstage, browsed a little, and found how to operate it.

I saved the chapter she had just written into the draft box. Sure enough, there were already two days of timed chapters in it.

Wen Jin browsed the background again and clicked on each function, "How many words do you update every day?"

Jing Xiaocha was a little embarrassed at first, afraid that Wen Jin would ask her why she used his birthday as a password.

He thought to himself, what would she answer if he asked. But he didn't expect that Wen Jin didn't ask. She blinked blankly and immediately replied that he updated four thousand words every day.

Wen Jin pondered for a moment and said, "You have two days of manuscripts to save. If you increase the speed, 4,000 words per day will not be a problem. If you really can't, you will have a rest for two days on the weekend. Or just ask for a month off and wait until the injury on your arm heals before updating it."

"Brother Wen, I don't want to ask for leave. I can write 4,000 words a day."

Jing Xiaocha said softly that from the day when the article was opened, she would feel like something was missing in her heart if she didn't update it all day. She had to finish it before she could rest with peace of mind.

"Then it depends on the situation in two days."
Chapter completed!