Jia Youwei and Yuan Meng sat face to face on the window of an ordinary water bar. At this time, she took out the two book covers she had prepared in advance from her handbag and placed them in front of him one by one.

"You choose one!" Yuan Meng got straight to the point.

Jia Youwei lowered his head very seriously and blurted out while watching: "On Saturday, you still have to work overtime?"

"If you don't work overtime, what will you eat?" Is it possible, you support me?" Yuan Meng deliberately put his left hand on his cheek and said with a smile.

Jia Youwei raised his head and glanced at her, shook his head again and said, "I can't afford it." ”

"How do you know you can't afford it if you don't give it a try? I don't want any luxuries, and I don't eat much, so I can feed a lot. Yuan Meng said with good interest.

"The problem is that I only get a royalty of 10,000 yuan from your publishing house, and even myself and my daughter are almost unable to support themselves. There is still extra spare money to support her.

On your terms, not to mention finding a rich man, it is not difficult to find a man with a car, a house, and a decent job! Why make fun of a man like me who is divorced, has children, and has an unstable income?" Jia Youwei said as he lowered his head again and looked at the layout of the cover of the book.

In all fairness, Yuan Meng really didn't see him as a suitable marriage partner. She's not the same as Jane. The latter is genuinely fond of literature. I am more forced to make a living, and my ideal is a full-time wife with a husband and children.

Yuan Meng is very practical, but not snobbish, and planned his life for himself early. This can find the other half, and they will be together. If you can't find it, you can leave it alone.

I don't need to eat, drink, and play, nor do I need to use men to achieve certain personal goals and desires. She was still able to support herself and meet her basic material needs.

What's more, the work of an editor in a small publishing house also makes him not have much leisure time to talk about a vigorous love. She has a medium-high appearance condition. After dressing up carefully, she can be regarded as a beauty.

Yuan Meng is completely different from many girls nowadays who are clamoring to marry a rich man at every turn. The marriage partner she is looking for is either in the same class as her, or the middle class in the capital.

Rich people or something? She never had the luxury of expecting it. What kind of place is the capital? It's not just because it's a place where rich people gather together, they can casually marry into wealthy families.

There is no shortage of beauties from all over the country and even the world. Among them, there are no bad girls who dream of Cinderella. But how many succeeded?

What is the ultimate purpose of their fancy dressing? It is certainly not to marry a poor boy. It's about taking personal youth as a bargaining chip to bet on tomorrow.

With Yuan Meng's family and his own conditions, he has already reached the standard of the most ordinary Beijing citizens, a well-off family. She is a native, graduated from a bachelor's degree in an ordinary university, her parents are ordinary salarymen, and she also has a house, pension, and medical insurance.

Therefore, not only does this not have to worry about the future, but also can do what you can financially by everyone to help the small family, as well as take care of the children or something.

In the marriage market, twenty-five-year-old Yuan Meng has a very strong competitiveness, is deeply liked by uncles and aunts, and has been on a blind date many times.

"It's chosen, that's it!" Jia Youwei, after some careful consideration, pushed the cover plate on the left out a short distance in her direction.

Yuan Meng understood, and then put away the two cover patterns on the table, and put them back in the handbag. I didn't get up and leave.

With a concerned tone, she smiled and gossiped: "You and my best friend have come to that point concisely?"

"What step?" Jia Youwei didn't react for a while, after all, his jumping thinking was too strong. One second he was still talking about business, and the next second he was talking about private affairs.

"Pretending to be stupid?" Yuan Meng didn't believe he couldn't understand what he said so clearly.

"Not what you think. Jane and I are just ordinary friends. We had to have anything more between us, and it was because she was my daughter's homeroom teacher. Jia Youwei said calmly.

Yuan Meng really didn't expect this, but his best friend shaved her head and picked her head hot. She suddenly became angry and said, "What's wrong with being concise.

People, a little beauty. Education, bachelor's degree from a prestigious university. Working, a full-fledged teacher at a famous elementary school. Income, upper to mid-range. Welfare, five insurances and one housing fund. Family background, there are two suites in the house......"

"It's not that it's bad to be concise, it's that you're really misunderstood. Jia Youwei interrupted the conditions she had listed.

"Don't you mean anything to my girlfriend? I don't believe it. Yuan Meng said straight.

Jia Youwei didn't expect that the headache was not the choice of the cover, but the current unspeakable, unexplained emotional entanglement.

However, from Yuan Meng's words, he judged that concisely kept a secret for himself. Otherwise, the other party would not be so aggressive towards him.

Jia Youwei knows very well that people are cheap animals, and after a long time of life, they want to toss. When you are not respected, you want to be respected every day. This has been respected for a long time, but he hopes not to be respected.

It's like Li Yuan, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, asked the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace to pretend to be all kinds of market sellers, and he and his concubines pretended to be people who bought things.

Not only that, he was originally born in the aristocracy, and he was not satisfied with the promotion of becoming an emperor with all his might. So, I came up with such a play.

According to the history books, it is not a once, but there is a law of "opening the market", and others are required to scold themselves as much as the actual situation outside the palace gate.

For this reason, he and his concubines were still happy and accepted it with a smile. At the current stage, Jia Youwei is in such a state of life.

"I'm a poor writer with my daughter, and the rented place is not good. When I have success and fame, and I have money, I will think about these things again.

Love without bread can't last long. Love can withstand life and death, and can't stand firewood, rice, oil and salt. Poor couples mourn everything, in the final analysis, that's what they say.

Passion will always pass and eventually be dull. To live a life, you have to face firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea every day. Love novels that are full of love and water, they are all for middle school students. Jia Youwei pretended to be poor and cried bitterly.

"The truth is that I understand everything I say. You haven't thought that if you and Jian Jian get married, although they can't be rich, the financial pressure will be much smaller than you are now. Yuan Meng felt that he was quite realistic, not the kind of man who ran the train with his mouth full.

"Stress is also the inspiration, source and motivation that can bring creative inspiration to writers. Many of these writers became famous, but when they had money, they went downhill or even fell, and they could no longer write the good works that were not famous and had no money in the past. Jia Youwei said seriously.