Chapter 367 - Chapter 367: Chapter 240: The Ultimate Fantasy of a Web Novel Writer (Please Subscribe)_2 (1/2)
Chapter 367: Chapter 240: The Ultimate Fantasy of a Web Novel Writer (Please Subscribe)_2
Especially those legs, Lin Chuan felt he was having a hard time coping!
“Are you thinking about something naughty?” Shen Qianqian turned her head and looked at Lin Chuan with her eyebrows furrowed.
“No, nothing. Don’t slander me!”
Lin Chuan quickly shook his head, thinking to himself, did this girl turn on the Mind Reading Technique or what, he just glanced at her legs and she immediately asked about it.
Seeing Lin Chuan’s reaction, Shen Qianqian couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you’re upright, you shouldn’t fear a crooked shadow. Why aren’t you going upstairs?”
“Uh…”
Lin Chuan was somewhat at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.
“Such a hypocrite!”
Shen Qianqian spat and pursed her lips, “Come on, I’m not going to eat you. There’s something I need to discuss with you.”
Lin Chuan glanced at Shen Qianqian’s retreating figure, thinking to himself, a crook need not fear an upright shadow. He had dared to face off against giants of the Underworld like AW, Baisheng Group, and Morgan Group. Was her home something like a tiger’s den?
Go!
No backing down!
After that, the two crossed the street, walked into the residential complex’s garden path, took the elevator, opened the apartment door, and walked into Shen Qianqian’s home.
It was a very typical single girl’s apartment.
One bedroom, one living room, tidy, with no TV but rather a projector. There was a small desk in the middle, and next to the projector was a special storage rack with a little doll hanging on it, quite conspicuous.
Lin Chuan felt that the doll looked familiar. He picked it up and scrutinized it: “This little yellow duck… it seems like…”
“Cough, cough.”
Shen Qianqian quickly took the little yellow duck away and then placed it in the room, treating it like a treasure not to be touched by Lin Chuan.
“But it was a gift to you after all.” Lin Chuan remembered that it was a little doll he had won at a balloon shooting stall not long after they had met.
“Have a seat, I’ll make some tea.”
Shen Qianqian didn’t continue the topic and turned around to make tea.
It wasn’t long before.
Tea was ready, and Shen Qianqian brought over a thermos, poured a cup of weak tea, and handed it to Lin Chuan, “Here, you looked like you were about to get drunk today.”
“This thermos looks a bit like the style used by middle-aged men, doesn’t it?” Lin Chuan took it, looking at it with interest.
“Last ‘May Day holiday’, when we caught a dozen fraudsters together, this was the prize my unit gave out, just this thermos and a fountain pen,” Shen Qianqian pursed her lips.
Lin Chuan laughed, “This thermos is pretty good, practical.”
Stainless steel, indeed very hard to break.
— It’s the kind that lasts ‘three generations, even when the owner’s gone.’
Lin Chuan took a couple of sips of the tea, which was weak and slightly warm, then said, “You mentioned you wanted to discuss something with me?”
That’s when.
Shen Qianqian took out a document: “Do you remember the ‘National Weapons Innovation Design Competition’?”
Lin Chuan nodded, “Of course, I remember.”
“This is the document for the finals. It’s about the ‘modular new-style rifle’ we designed. I want you to sign it,” said Shen Qianqian, pointing to the document.
“Sign it?” Lin Chuan was puzzled.
“Yes, we designed this rifle together. Of course, you have to sign,” Shen Qianqian said with a natural and sunny smile.
“I’ve been eliminated, why should I sign?” Lin Chuan waved his hand, taking another sip of tea.
“You have to sign!”
Shen Qianqian said decisively, with an unyielding spirit.
“Eh, why?” Lin Chuan frowned.
“Just sign,” insisted Shen Qianqian, pouting, thinking to herself, letting the names ‘Lin Chuan + Shen Qianqian’ appear together on the rifle made it like their ‘baby.’ In the future, if she used this rifle to snipe enemies, she’d be sure to hit with every shot!
That would satisfy her!
Shen Qianqian’s self-considered romantic line of thought would never occur to Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan looked at Shen Qianqian. Her eyes were bright and clear, with a touch of earnest hope, and her pupils reflected his image.
“Alright,” Lin Chuan agreed.
“Sign here,” with a burst of joy, a beaming smile spread across Shen Qianqian’s face as she pointed to a spot on the document and said to Lin Chuan.