Chapter 1370 The scum author always thought he was bent 31

Yan Ruyu squinted and replied, "Okay."

A city, she really dares to write.

I just don't know if the rouge beauty knows it.

Min Jiu, who has become serious, seems to have changed as a person, and people who used to complain about writing a thousand more words actually reported 30,000 manuscripts to Yan Ruyu within a week, and took the initiative to say that they would be four changes in the future.

The comment area is happy like the New Year, the reward messages are one after another, and the recommended tickets jump almost every few seconds.

Yan Ruyu was relieved, and the system sighed again: The power of love is really great!

It's a good thing that the mission is just around the corner, but it means that the plane is over, and she has to leave.

This is also the main reason why she was wrong to hide her gender in the first place.

If she doesn't have a deep friendship with Min Jiu in this plane, and they don't love each other, then Min Jiu won't be sad after she leaves.

But after getting along with Min for a long time, especially after seeing the follow-up development of "The Witch", her already wavering mind was even less firm.

In Min Jiu's story, the wedding is not the end.

It's the beginning of the story on the other end.

Between the lines, Yan Ruyu could feel his eagerness to let the male and female protagonists be together.

Even if the two are not strong enough, even if they are not opponents of the villain.

He chose to work together to face the turbulent wind and rain of the outside world together.

After coming together against all odds, they will encounter new troubles and new goals, but he and her will always stand together and become each other's dependence.

This is the end of Min Jiuyao.

What he wants is not to be famous all over the world, not to be invincible, but to simply "he and her" stories.

To be honest, Yan Ruyu was reluctant to have time to create good memories that belonged to the two of them, so she left in a hurry.

Therefore, when she saw that Min Jiu had broken off one day, she was actually a little relieved.

Immediately afterwards, she couldn't help but spit on herself, this is not right!

After cleaning up her mood, Yan Ruyu got off work a little early and came to Min Jiu's house again.

Recently, the editorial department has been busy, the conference meetings are continuous, and the editor-in-chief is also interested in cultivating, which has added a lot of work to her, and she hasn't been here for a while.

As soon as she saw Min Jiu's abnormal face, Yan Ruyu knew that this guy was sick, and after helping the person back to bed, Yan Ruyu placed an order on her mobile phone to buy some fruits and vegetables, and then began to brush the pots and dishes, and clean up the kitchen.

When the takeaway was delivered, it was just right to wash, wash, cut and cut the pot and boil, and the white porridge had already begun to bubble, Yan Ruyu first filled a bowl of porridge for the sick number to fill his stomach, and then conditioned the chicken soup.

Min Jiu, who was dazed and was filled with some food into his stomach, listened to the movement from the kitchen and closed his eyes quietly.

In the past few days, my mother's condition has deteriorated again, he has not come back for three or four days, and he has forgotten to update the manuscript box.

The editor is here to urge the change, right?

But why didn't she scold him or blame him, her first reaction was to cook for him?

Why did she care so much about him?

Obviously, when the only blood relative sees him, he will only think about the other person.

Mom would always say, "Daughter, I'm glad you're still alive!" ”

But she never thought that if it was her daughter who was alive, what about her son?

Isn't her son Min Jiu important?

Would she rather be the one who died in the fire?

When she was just sent to chemotherapy, Min Jiu saw the woman gritting her teeth and said, "For the sake of my daughter, I will insist on living!" ”

I decided to accompany her as a sister to the end early in the morning, why is my heart still so sour and uncomfortable?