Chapter 2124： Good time for two

Chapter 2124 A good time for two people

Jing Xiaocha is leaning against Wen Jin’s arms, with a faint mint fragrance and a masculine masculine breath lingering in her breath.

Her brain began to get dizzy, and even her thinking ability seemed to decrease.

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

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

"Xiaocha?"

called again softly.

It may be too close this time, his warm breath was sprayed on her face as he spoke, and Jing Xiaocha's thoughts of wandering were pulled back.

Blinked blankly, "Brother Wen, what are you talking about?"

"Which **** are you going?"

Wen Jin looked at her without answering questions, and thought she had a cute look on her face.

Jing Xiaocha smiled under the guise, it is impossible to say that she was thinking of him just now, "I don't have one."

"Nothing. Didn't you take a few minutes of rest in just an hour?"

Wen Jin repeated the question just now.

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

"How slow is it?"

Wen Jin frowned slightly, thinking in her heart, it seems that she cannot be given an hour in the future.

Jing Xiaocha is embarrassed to say her speed, "I only spoke two thousand words in my voice in this hour."

"At the beginning, the speed was two thousand per hour. It's not slow anymore. Have you corrected the typo?"

Wen Jin turned his head and glanced at the notebook on the small table.

Continue to look at Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha shook his head, "There is no modification. If you modify the typo while modifying the typo, it will definitely become one thousand per hour."

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

"Brother Wen, you don't need to help me. I will correct it myself in a while. You can't understand those typos."

Jing Xiaocha busy refused.

Wen Jin ignored her refusal, turned the subject and asked, "Are the legs still numb?"

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips, tried to move her leg gently, but immediately frowned.

"Don't move if you are still numb, wait a while." Wen Jin stopped when he saw this.

"……"

Jing Xiaocha twisted her eyebrows, and after two seconds, she moved that leg gently. Although uncomfortable, she tried her best to endure it and lay down slowly with Wen Jin’s help.

"Do you need to lower the head of the bed?"

Wen Jin asked her gently after covering her with a quilt.

"No need to."

Wen Jin sat back in the chair, took her notebook, and seriously corrected her typos.

Jing Xiaocha knew that nothing she said could stop Wen Jin, so she could only quietly watch him look at her manuscript word by word, correcting the typos.

The soft lights flooded every corner of the ward, reflecting Jing Xiaocha’s delicate eyebrows on the hospital bed, as well as Wen Jin’s handsome eyebrows in the chair.

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

Wen Jin looked carefully.

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

But now, Jing Xiaocha’s voice has 2,000 characters, and some typos are not homophones, but recognition errors, so the whole sentence is not used to it.

He must read the two sentences together before he can guess what the wrong character is, and the speed is relatively slow.

But from beginning to end, Wen Jin didn't have any impatience. The expression between her eyebrows was always soft. From the lines in Jing Xiaocha's novel, she seemed to be able to see her shadow faintly.

Especially the character of the heroine.

Wen Jin, who had never read novels before, became interested in Jing Xiaocha’s novels. He wanted to read all the novels she wrote.

Time is just when he looks at the laptop screen, Jing Xiaocha looks at his picture, every minute and every second goes by. When Wen Jin raised his head, it was already twenty minutes later.

Having his head down for too long, his neck felt a little uncomfortable. He twisted his neck gently. Jing Xiaocha on the hospital bed asked with concern, “Brother Wen, is his neck sore?”

"It's okay." Wen Ran smiled and said softly, "I have corrected the typos for you, do you want to update to the website now?"

"Brother Wen, I have saved a little manuscript before. I have already scheduled the two days. I will transfer this chapter to the backstage for a while."

"Great."

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

A trace of doubt flashed in Jing Xiaocha's eyes, when he saw that he had opened the website of her favorites, entered the backstage, raised her head and asked her password with his eyes.

Her eyes flickered, "Brother Wen, give me the notebook."

"Tell me the password."

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

He decided to do the rest for her.

So he asked her to tell the 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 how much money you have earned?"

The corner of Wen Jin's mouth evokes an arc of interest, and he looks at Jing Xiaocha with a smile.

"No."

Jing Xiaocha raised her uninjured left hand and brushed a strand of broken hair in front of her forehead. After hesitating for a few seconds, she said her password unnaturally.

Three letters plus a string of numbers.

Hearing the password she said, Wen Jin's heart moved slightly.

A faint light flashed across her eyes, and she didn't want to say it because the password was his birthday, and the two letters were also in the pinyin of his last name.

The heartstring seemed to be touched lightly, and an unspeakable emotion spread.

Wen Jin looked deeply at Jing Xiaocha, who looked unnaturally. She didn't 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 briefly, and found out how to operate.

Save the chapter she just wrote in the draft box, and sure enough, there are already two days of timed chapters in it.

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

Jing Xiaocha was originally a little embarrassed, for fear that Wen Jin would ask her why she used his birthday as a password.

wondered how she would answer if he asked. But she didn't want to, Wen Jin didn't ask, she blinked blankly, and immediately answered that he updated four thousand words every day.

Wen Jin pondered for a moment and said, "You have two days of deposit. If the speed is up, four thousand words a day will not be a problem. If you can't, you will rest for two days on the weekend. Or just take a one-month leave and wait for it to be on your arm. The injury is healed and then updated."

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

Jing Xiaocha said softly, from the day she started writing, she would feel that she was missing something if she didn't update it for a day, and she had to finish it before she could rest at ease.

"Then it depends on the situation in two days."

Wen Jin knows that she really loves to write novels, so she backs down.

(End of this chapter)