Sitting at the table with his cousin, looking at Liu Zhuyan who was busy with the maid, Wang Ming asked suspiciously, "Father, hasn't he come back yet?" ”

Putting the last cold dish on the table, Liu Zhuyan wiped his hands, sat on the seat, and said with a smile: "Your dad called back just now and said that he received your grandfather's task today, and there was something wrong with the company's accounting, so he won't come back tonight." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Oh, that's right, then we'll have to talk about it tomorrow." Wang Ming felt a little regretful.

Seeing that Wang Ming was not interested, Liu Zhuyan hurriedly smiled and said, "Try the dishes I made today, they are all your favorite foods." ”

"Okay, little auntie." Wang Ming nodded lightly.

After dinner, Wang Ming went back to his room to do his homework, after all, he still has to go to school tomorrow! Although the family has agreed to suspend school, I don't know how many days this procedure will take, and now I can only be a monk for one day and hit the bell for a day.

Although Wang Ming's personality is a little funny and cheerful, he has a serious side, so people who are not familiar with Wang Ming think that Wang Ming is a reliable person. After they have been in contact with Wang Ming for a long time, they don't treat Wang Ming as a human being...... Ahem, be a reliable person too.

It's said to be homework, but it's actually a very ordinary music-related project, and after spending ten minutes memorizing it, the homework is completed.

"After crossing over, even my memory has improved, and I can call myself a scholar in the future!" Wang Ming's cheap laughter came from the huge room.

After joking, Wang Ming once again picked up a pencil and drew the Grim Reaper.

In the afternoon, Wang Ming's state exploded, drawing ten pages of original paintings, Rukia has already appeared, and the acquaintance has been kicked out, and then it is time to introduce the core profession of the comics, the Grim Reaper.

Looking at the more and more sketches in his pen, the sense of satisfaction and happiness made Wang Ming's inspiration stronger and stronger, and his feel and condition became better and better, as if he was born to eat this bowl of rice. When the right hand reaches a twitch, it is replaced by the left hand, and although the speed is a little slower, this state of inspiration can be maintained.

Unconsciously, both hands were already twitching to the point that they couldn't move anymore, and Wang Ming had to stop.

"What is this?"

Looking at the more than fifty pages of manuscripts placed on the table, Wang Ming's face was full of surprise.

After glancing at the sky and time, rubbing his eyes and looking again, to confirm that it was only 12 o'clock, not after twelve o'clock the next night, Wang Ming slapped the table vigorously and stood up and shouted: "Why did I draw more than 40 pages of the original manuscript in six hours?" No kidding, right? ”

Suddenly, there was a twitch in his stomach, and there were bursts of pinprick pain in his brain, which made Wang Ming, who had just stood up, fall back into his chair in an instant.

"Hmm,...... I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry! ”

Tremblingly, he dialed the landline in the maid's room and asked them to bring some food, and then he was completely paralyzed on the chair and couldn't move.

After eating a big bowl of Lantern Festival and three large meat dumplings, Wang Ming eased up, and Wang Ming's situation here was also known by Liu Zhuyan, who had just slept. After all, Wang Ming's dead appearance just now, he was afraid when he saw it, and the reason why he had just come out of the hospital, the maid was afraid that if he didn't report it, he wouldn't be able to keep his job, so after delivering the food, he came to the master bedroom and woke up Liu Zhuyan.

Hearing that Wang Ming had an accident, Liu Zhuyan didn't even change out of her pajamas, and ran directly to Wang Ming's room, but the situation in front of her made Liu Zhuyan, who was full of anxiety, a little dumbfounded. I saw Wang Ming holding a spoon in his left hand and scooping the Lantern Festival in the bowl, holding the peeled zongzi in his right hand, and eating one bite at a time.

Looking at Wang Ming, who was gobbling up, Liu Zhuyan's anxious mood eased slightly, but she couldn't cry or laugh.

After feeling that his stomach was no longer twitching, Wang Ming finally noticed Liu Zhuyan in the room.

"Auntie, why are you here?"

"The servant said you were fainting from hunger, could I not come and see? But ......" said, Liu Zhuyan said with some doubts: "What are you doing at night, why are you so hungry?" ”

Wang Ming didn't understand whether this situation was a golden finger or a simple burst of inspiration, if it was an explosion of inspiration, it was fine, if it was a golden finger, then it must not be said. Besides, I didn't know about this kind of thing before, so it's a bit embarrassing to let myself come up with an explanation for a while.

In a hurry, Wang Ming had no choice but to make up a lie: "That, didn't I say before that I felt that my body was too weak, so I just exercised in the house, running, sit-ups, push-ups and the like, probably because of the physical discomfort caused by not exercising for a long time and sudden strenuous exercise, don't worry." ”

"Exercising? Jogging? As she spoke, Liu Zhuyan looked at the treadmill outside the window that had been dusted for more than half a year, which was full of textbooks, and there was no trace of movement. I looked at the paper basket full of waste paper next to the desk, and the computer screen on the desktop, as if I understood something.

Liu Zhuyan's gaze, Wang Ming also saw it, and hurriedly said: "It's not what you think, I'm really exercising!" ”

Liu Zhu said with a smile on her face: "I didn't think about anything!" ”

Looking at the smiling expression on Liu Zhuyan's face, Wang Ming tried to rescue him: "I'm really exercising!" ”

"Well, I see, you're exercising, but your body is weak, so it's better to keep it short!" After speaking, Liu Zhuyan suddenly found dozens of manuscript papers on Wang Ming's desk, "They are all such adults, and things are still scattered everywhere." ”

As he spoke, Liu Zhuyan picked up a piece of manuscript paper, this one was the page of the first love exchange between Ichigo's father and son, and after reading it, Liu Zhuyan didn't say anything, arranged them in the order of the page numbers marked by Wang Ming in the lower right corner, and sat on Wang Ming's chair and read it carefully.

……

Looking at the original manuscript that had been sorted out on the table, it was Liu Zhuyan who helped sort it out, and she had also read the content, and the evaluation was only two words, okay. Wang Ming is already very happy to get this evaluation. From the memories of her predecessor, she learned that her stepmother did not like to read comics. If a comic can be said to be good by people who don't like to read it, it will definitely become popular.

Before, Wang Ming was still worried about his tragic Waterloo, but now with Liu Zhuyan's evaluation, it is equivalent to a shot of heart, which calms the worries in his heart.

However, when Wang Ming recalled that meaningful smile when his stepmother left, Wang Ming suddenly felt that he was cold, and a feeling of being calculated came to his heart. But now, Wang Ming can't care about this anymore, and just wants to ask: What should I do if my parents find a handjob? Waiting online, it's in a hurry.