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Chapter 128 The Great Library of Alexandria(1/2)

When he first received the news from Ye Lan, Ning Chunyan was not very interested.

Because she was receiving another shocking news at that time: the little prince was going to live broadcast.

Earlier, Ning Chunyan said goodbye to Wang Zixu, played with Chen Qingluo all afternoon, and followed her to her house in the evening.

The apparent reason was that she claimed that Chen Qingluo had been harassing her at home a few days ago, which annoyed her so much that she wanted to come back and take revenge. In fact, the underlying reason was that she also wanted to spend more time with Chen Qingluo and didn't want to go so early.

leave.

This time back to Xihe, too many things happened. Some made her so angry that she was fuming, and some made her happy. She met some friends she never thought she would meet before, and made some decisions she would never have made before.

, are planning to move to the next stage of life.

However, the literary meeting is over, Chen Qingluo's novel has been written, and all the stories in Xihe have been completed. They will say goodbye to this place and return to the East China Sea soon.

In fact, I still feel a little lonely inside.

So she followed Chen Qingluo back home. But she immediately regretted it.

Chen Qingluo’s family is extremely boring.

After Chen Qingluo earned her first 4 million, she moved her family to Donghai. The old house had been empty here for many years. It had not been sold yet because it was waiting for demolition. When they left, they took away everything they should take away, leaving only

The next house is a house with its internal organs eviscerated.

As far as the eye can see, there are snow-white walls. There is a sofa and a coffee table in the middle of the living room. Chen Qingluo's bra and underwear are draped on the back of the sofa. There are socks on the coffee table. There is a short refrigerator in the corner.

Apart from that, there is nothing. Not even a television.

Ning Chunyan was silent for a long time after entering the room, and then shouted to the living room: "Ah!"

Chen Qingluo turned to look at her while taking off her clothes: "What are you doing?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Let me see if there is any echo in your home, if there is any echo."

Chen Qingluo had already taken off her clothes and turned on the big fan: "Don't make any noise. If you want to sleep at my house tonight, I suggest you take off your clothes with me and wash them off quickly, because there is no change of clothes."

"Oh my God, your life is unbelievable. No wonder you have to stay in my house, stay in my house."

Chen Qingluo faced the wind created by the electric fan boldly with her hands on her hips and turned to look at her: "Why do you have to repeat it?"

"I'm not repeating, I'm not repeating, it's an echo, it's an echo."

Chen Qingluo didn't want to talk to her, so Ning Chunyan added, "Since you are going to live here temporarily, how about making your home more decent? Won't I get depressed after living in this Syrian-style house for a long time?"

Chen Qingluo said: "Who said my home is in Syrian style? Let me tell you, before our home, here, here, and here, where you are standing, were all piled with books. It was in the style of the Great Library of Alexandria."

"The Great Library of Alexandria..."

Chen Qingluo looked very proud. Ning Chunyan repeated it speechlessly, deliberately using a funny way of breaking up the sentences.

Unfortunately, Chen Qingluo went to take a bath without a sense of humor. After taking a bath, she went back to the bedroom and lay down, breathing evenly after a while.

She has been writing intensively these days, writing 10,000 words a day, followed by intensive revisions. After the novel ended, she slept 12 hours a day, saying she wanted to make up for the sleep she had lost before.

She also said that excessive sleep is to clear the brain's memory. When she was writing novels, she created too many characters, and those characters and stories are still imprinted in her mind. If she doesn't take care of them, the fiction will become true.

"Clearing the memory is very important." Chen Qingluo said to her seriously, word for word.

Ning Chunyan went to her bedroom to take a look and saw Chen Qingluo lying on the bed, her head tilted and her eyes trembling under her eyelids.

She was completely naked, with a plump figure and skin as white as snow. At the age of 30, she still seemed to be able to squeeze water. Ning Chunyan was a little discouraged. She didn't know if she could maintain such good health at the age of 30.

Ning Chunyan covered her flat belly with a quilt, returned to the sofa and squatted down, turning her head to blow the electric fan on herself. Suddenly, she shouted in her private group:

"Sisters, the little prince is going to broadcast live today!"

Ning Chunyan felt terrified and quickly climbed up the stairs. At this moment, news about Ye Lan came.

She chatted with Ye Lan at first, until Ye Lan said:

【Do you know what happened to him just now?】

Ning Chunyan frowned slightly. Perhaps it was an illusion, but she felt that this moment gave her a sense of superiority, so she replied calmly:

【Oh.What's wrong?】

After returning from the banquet, Ning Chun continued to climb the stairs. Just as he was about to see the key information, Ye Lan called directly, speaking very fast:

"I just typed and deleted it. It was too hard to type. I called you directly to tell you. Did you know? Wang Zixu's wife is gone!"

"Gone? Where did he go?" Ning Chunyan was as confused as Ye Lan when he heard the news.

"Just left! Abandoned him!" Ye Lan said.

"Ah?" Ning Chunyan covered her mouth, "Why?"

She forgot about the little prince for a moment.

Ye Lan said: "I don't know why. I also think logically it shouldn't be the case. Anyway, I ran away from home and will not come back. They broke up."

Ning Chunyan bit her lip and thought to herself: Could it be because of me?

She reached into her purse and pinched the bank card containing 800,000 in cash. She felt layers of guilt in her heart.

"Then, then, then, how did his wife leave? Did his wife say anything when she left?"

Ye Lan secretly hid in the stairwell holding her cell phone: "When his wife left, she only left a note."

"Note."

"It says, don't go to her."

"Don't go looking for her." Ning Chunyan was made nervous by her, "Then?"

"No more."

"That's it?"

Ye Lan said: "That's why it's so weird. His wife is really weird. It's weird enough to be with Wang Zixu, but she also ran away from home and walked away in a weird way."

Ning Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In other words, it's not because of me, right?"

Ye Lan was stunned after hearing this: "Because of you? How could it be? Could it be that you and him..."

She had some misunderstandings that made her feel as uncomfortable as eating flies.

Ning Chunyan hurriedly waved his hands in the air: "I misunderstood, misunderstood. Didn't I fight for him during the previous literary meeting? Later, I discussed issues with him alone several times. I was wondering if he would be misunderstood by his wife, which would lead to

They had a family dispute."

After saying that, she suddenly felt that what she said sounded a bit teasing, and she did avoid the important matter by hiding the small issue of 800,000 yuan. In fact, she felt that she was so prosperous that she accepted the 800,000 yuan, but there was nothing to hide in her business behavior.

Yes, in the end, Wang Zixu made me feel guilty. Now my wife has run away, and I am really smearing yellow mud in my crotch.

Wang Zixu, you really deserve to die.

Ye Lan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and his face turned slightly red: "Oh, I'm sorry, I just said, hehe... Well, it shouldn't be because of this. Wang Zixu didn't say that he had a quarrel with his wife, and she was secretly

He walked silently."

Ye Lan wanted to slap herself twice. Her misunderstanding just now was too rude. How could Ning, a talented girl, have an affair with Wang Zixu? How could that kid be so virtuous and capable?

"I'm sorry, I just had a trance and overheard what I said. Don't mind, just pretend I didn't say anything." Ye Lan apologized again.

Ning Chunyan waved his hand magnanimously: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't mind. I saw that he was fine in the morning, and I heard about this in the evening, and I felt a bit shocked. By the way, have they divorced?"

Ye Lan said: "Don't say there is no divorce, they are not even married."

"What?!"

She got up from the sofa and knelt on the sofa cushions.

"What's going on?"

Ye Lan whispered: "Don't tell others!"

"Uh-huh."

In fact, less than three minutes ago, Ye Lan promised Zuo Ziliang not to tell anyone about this matter, but he turned around and told Ning Chunyan.

It's not because she forgot. She didn't forget, but her promise at that time naturally did not include Ning Chun Banquet. She said she would not tell anyone about it, but she automatically excluded Ning Chun Banquet in her heart.

Please, that is our good friend Wang Zixu. His wife, whom no one has ever seen, has gone away! How can only Zuo Ziliang know about such a big thing?

According to the characters of those two grown men, I'm afraid this matter will have to wait until 70 years to be revealed to the world - 70 years later, when the prince was lying on the bed, the hospice care person came over, he suddenly thought about it, gently put down his stubbornness, and

Whisper in someone's ear: Do you know, my wife actually ran away.

From Ye Lan's understanding of him, he is just like this. If you don't ask, he won't tell, and he can hold it in until he dies.

As friends, after knowing this, we can still make arrangements to help him. If you can care for him while he is young, don't wait until he is dying to care for him.

She poured beans through a bamboo tube and told Ning Chunyan everything she had just heard from Zuo Ziliang. After hearing this, Ning Chunyan felt compassion:

"So how is he doing now?"

Ye Lan held her cell phone in her arms and walked slowly to the front of the office, looking at Wang Zixu's working status through the glass:

"Not so good... No, I'm not saying he is crying, nor is he depressed... In fact, our company has an event tonight, and he is currently making preparations."

Ning Chunyan said: "Still working now? Are you being too cruel to him?"

"No way, he has to work on his own."
To be continued...
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