Shaking his head, Zhang Zai threw the figure that appeared in his mind out of his mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you are an upright person, how can you think like this?

"Well, isn't Teacher Lily of the Valley beautiful?" After Lily of the Valley left, Wang Yajun walked in slowly. At this time, she and Zhang Zai were in the room. So taking advantage of the fact that no one was there, Wang Yajun poured a little psychological jealousy.

"Whatever you want, just a dance teacher. Do you think I'm like that kind of pervert? Zhang Zai walked to Wang Yajun's side. Staring at Wang Yajun's eyes.

"Really?"

"Definitely not. Don't think about that, your husband and I are still very strong. Zhang Zai patted his chest.

"I believe you." Looking at Zhang Zheng's eyes, Wang Yajun was defeated first. Twisted his head to the side. Don't dare to look at Zhang Zai.

"Let's go home tonight. By the way, I shouted Zhu He. Zhang Zai looked at Wang Yajun's appearance, and the evil fire burst out, and he said a word in Wang Yajun's ear. Immediately attracted Wang Yajun's eyes.

As soon as the two got home, their father Zhang Yuanyi's phone called. Zhang Zai patted his head. How did Xindao forget about this matter? After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Zai found that he hadn't sent a follow-up to his father for almost a week. I guess the call was a reminder. Even so, Zhang Zheng still picked it up.

"Dad."

"Well, have you eaten?"

"I haven't eaten yet, wait for Zhu He to come home."

"Well, I'm just asking you how the novel went, it's been more than a week. If it's written, send it to me quickly, I'm sorry for the flowers I'm waiting for. ”

"It's almost written. I'll pass it on to you now. "When talking. Zhang Zai entered the house and turned on the computer.

"Well, that's fine. Pass it to me quickly. And your novel already has so many words, hurry up and publish it. Zhang Yuanyi's father's thoughts about being a writer still did not dissipate, but as the days passed, he became more persistent. Now, whenever he has the opportunity, he instills in Zhang Zai the idea of publishing articles in a publishing house.

"Publish, but I don't have time, if you have time, you can help me publish." Zhang Zai felt that he should find something to do for Lao Tzu, otherwise. After this incident is over, it is estimated that my father will still be able to call him and ask him to continue writing.

"You mean to get me to publish?" Listening to his son's words, Zhang Yuanyi's eyes lit up.

"Dad, I really don't have time. I'm going to get busy here, and I'm still practicing dance every day. If you have time, you can help me publish, and if you don't have time, you can leave it there and contact the publisher when I have time. ”

Zhang Zai knew that his father was almost tempted.

"Okay then, I'll help you get it published. Are you going to use this feast to raise the flag? ”

"Just follow that." I still like this name, and there is no need to change it.

"By the way, there's one more thing. Will I hide or make public your identity at that time? ”

"We're not unsightly, if others ask, let's tell the truth, and this is also my way to increase popularity. And Dad, don't sell that copyright to me. Let's send it in this form of serialization. If someone asks, we don't sell copyrights. You just say you don't sell it. ”

Zhang Zai knows how popular this book is. Although the world has changed, Zhang Zai feels that it should not change much. And this was originally written by him, and it was useless for anyone to question it, so Zhang Zai had no intention of hiding himself.

"Have you ever published it? How could you be so familiar with these things? ”

"No, how could it be, I have a friend who is writing a novel, and he told me. So I wrote it down. A cold sweat broke out on Zhang Zai's head, but he didn't expect that if he didn't pay attention, he almost exposed himself.

"I said. Okay, I've written down what you said. The identity is public, and the copyright cannot be sold. Is that so? Zhang Yuanyi made a final confirmation.

"Well, that's it."

"Then you're busy, I'll make a call, and the rest of the things, write them out early, don't procrastinate." After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuanyi hung up the phone.

"Behind?" Zhang Zai was stunned, Dad's words sounded a wake-up call for Zhang Zai.

To be honest, there is one place where Zhang Zai is still a little dissatisfied with this novel, and that is the ending. Why did Baguio hang up. Why can't Lu Meinu be with the protagonist. Although death can sublimate feelings. But Zhang Zai, as an optimist, still can't accept this kind of thing.

How good it is for the three of them to live a life without shame or shame together. Why do you have to part? Thinking of this, Zhang Zai decisively took out the USB flash drive, and he decided to modify the ending. For the sake of love and eternal fall into Yama, this kind of thing is better left to the TV series, and the finale is better for the novel.

On the computer, Zhang Zai found out what needed to be modified, and then got busy alone. It wasn't until the evening that Zhu He came in and shouted about Zhang Zai's life of eating, and Zhang Zai stopped. Some of the changes have been made, and the rest can be done in two or three days.

Carrying the wine from Hu Yue, Zhang Zai sat down between Zhu He and Wang Yajun.

"I'm so happy about everything, I brought up the wine." Looking at Zhang Zheng's appearance, Zhu He was a little surprised.

"It's nothing, it's just pure joy. If you don't drink it, forget it, I'll put it back. Zhang Zai saw that Zhu He was suspicious, and he was a little weak and ready to take back the wine.

"No need. There are happy things and we must celebrate. When Zhu He saw that Zhang Zheng wanted to take away the ten-year vintage, he was immediately unwilling. He moved the jar and put it in his hand.

She had tasted this wine the night Zhang Zaiti returned. And then I will never forget the taste. Seeing that Zhang Zheng was going to put it away, he was still willing there.

Wang Yajun has no love for these things, and Zhang Zai can't drink much. After all, he can't get drunk and subjugate the dragon during the holidays. So such a small jar of ten-year aging, most of it went into Zhu He's stomach.

Looking at Zhu He, who had transformed into a royal sister, Zhang Zai smiled proudly in his heart. Then he ate in a hurry, and went back to the bedroom to put water in the bathtub, and he had already thought about the next project.

Wang Yajun stared at Zhu He non-stop, although he had seen it a few times, but this kind of magical thing. She still hadn't figured it out. Why is it that a weak and gentle person, after drinking, can become a diametrically opposite state of personality?

Moreover, she always felt that letting Zhu He drink tonight was deliberately done by Zhang Zheng. Because she found a temperament similar to someone in Zhu He's body.