"Where did you go? Come back so late, Wu Yun's phone has been busy. Dad and Aunt Fu have gone out to look for you, Zhuo Jiaoer. Wu Yun asked you to drink? I'll call her now."
"Don't fight, brother, be more reserved. If you are with Wu Yun now, I can't be with his brother Wu Xiong. We are exchanging, but I have something in exchange, and she doesn't. Why should I I have been writing and writing for so many years, why can¡¯t I go to find Wu Xiong, I never go to class reunions, I feel that I am already a writer, and I have no way to communicate with those flight attendants, who would really envy me, for sure The old story brought up the fact that I was fired by the airline. But if I went there once, even once, and saw Wu Xiong, it would not be the same as today. I am an imposing writer, but I would lose to a massage girl. What is it? Broken job? How can I be high-end?"
"Zhuo Jiaoer, there is no distinction between high and low occupations."
"Why does that brother only want to be a pilot? Why don't you be a small employee in the current company?"
"You're so drunk, can you still look like a little girl?"
"Brother, leave me alone and let me fall. I have no inspiration. I still want to start my next novel with a wedding, but now I don't want to. Why? Why? The man who loved me so much, now You want to marry another woman? What is true love? How could this happen? It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be."
"Zhuo Jiaoer, you think a man loves you, but not necessarily. I am also a man, and I know more than you, a brat, so I never take the initiative to pursue me, because the other party will pursue me sooner or later. Others. You should find someone you really like"
"ah!!"
Zhuo Jiaoer yelled loudly, as if she was no longer ready to listen to Zhuo Chengcheng's education. Unexpectedly, after she finished shouting, she could no longer speak, and could only utter the scale of "babbling".
"Shouting hoarse? Who is it? It made you suffer so much? Zhuo Jiaoer, tell me."
Seeing Zhuo Jiaoer's appearance, Zhuo Chengcheng was really angry.
But Zhuo Jiaoer kept shaking her head and rubbing her throat.
"Zhuo Jiaoer, if you don't tell me, I'll go to Wu Yun to ask about it now."
At this time, there was the sound of Fu Yurou and Zhuo Xiaotian entering the door, Zhuo Jiaoer closed the bedroom at once, pulled Zhuo Chengcheng over, and typed on the blank page.
"Brother, just say that I was looking for inspiration just now, don't say that I'm drinking, go out quickly, don't let Dad and Aunt Fu come in and chat with me, I don't want to talk to anyone."
"Hello!"
Before Zhuo Chengcheng finished reading Zhuo Jiaoer's content, he received a call back from Wu Yun, and he probably understood the specifics.
"Jiaoer!!"
"Dad, Jiaoer is back and is creating. I went outside to collect inspiration just now, and now I am writing hard."
"Then what are you doing in there? Come out, your mother has something to tell you."
"My mother? She's Zhen Momu, she didn't come to travel."
Zhuo Chengcheng rolled his eyes towards the door, sighed heavily, and probably guessed what would happen next.
"I asked you to come out, Zhuo Chengcheng, did you hear me? I don't want to say it a second time."
Later, Zhuo Jiaoer's bedroom door opened a small crack, and Zhuo Chengcheng was caught off guard by Zhuo Jiaoer's stare. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com