Liu Jianping sat in front of the computer, busy for more than half an hour, and the mobile phone rang. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

took out his mobile phone from his pocket and saw that it was a call from home, and Liu Jianping had a smile on his face.

Answering the phone, Liu Jianping smiled and said, "Which one?" ”

"Me, your mother!" Wang Yunfeng said loudly.

"Mom, are you angry?" Liu Jianping smiled, "Whoever messed with your old man, I'll help you clean him up." ”

"I made more than 200,000 yuan by writing novels, and you didn't say a word to me." Wang Yunfeng said with a smile.

"Oh, that's what happened." Liu Jianping suddenly realized, and after a while, he asked with a smile, "Mom, are you stealing fun now?" “

"Huh!" Wang Yunfeng smiled noncommittally, "Tomorrow is the New Year, how are you going to spend it?" ”

"Make a good meal tomorrow, after eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"Hey, I should stay in Jiangcheng, you guys, make a decent Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but it's hard for you."

"Mom, don't worry about this, I told the landlord, tomorrow, the landlord will cook for us the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner."

Wang Yunfeng was stunned when she heard this, and asked curiously: "The landlord is a woman?" ”

"yes."

"How old?"

"Less than thirty."

"She's not married?"

"Not yet. I have a good relationship with her, I can talk about it, she celebrates the New Year alone, so I invited her to celebrate the New Year together. ”

"Her parents died, or was she out of town?"

"I don't know, I'll ask her next time."

"Don't ask, it's someone else's private matter." Wang Yunfeng smiled faintly, changed the topic and asked, "In the past few days, is the income of the website okay?" ”

"The website is expected to earn more than 200,000 yuan this month."

"That's a lot?!" Wang Yunfeng said in surprise.

"It's so-so!" Liu Jian paperback 13.

"Don't be too proud, it's not good to have your tail cocked." Wang Yunfeng joked with a smile.

"No, it won't." Liu Jianping smiled, "Mom, I didn't go home for the New Year, will you and my father not think about it?" ”

"You're being amorous, your dad and I eat well every day and sleep soundly."

"That's for the best."

"What were you doing?"

"I'm writing a novel."

"Then you continue to write novels, I hung up the phone, there is something, call home."

"Got it, Mom, I wish you and my dad a Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year to you, too, bye!" Wang Yunfeng hung up the phone with a smile.

After Liu Jianping hung up the phone, he put the phone on the computer desk, stretched his waist, stood up, came to Xu Jing's bedroom, and saw Xu Jing sitting in front of the computer reading a novel.

Xu Jing heard the sound of the door opening, turned her head and glanced at Liu Jianping, and said with a smile: "You came in without knocking on the door, this is rude!" ”

"I'm a polite person, how did I eat you."

Liu Jianping walked up to Xu Jing, lowered his head, kissed her on the cheek, and asked, "What novel are you reading?" ”

"A new book, more than 20,000 words written, I feel that this book is very well written, do you want to consider signing a contract with this author?"

"Write what?"

"Write the story of a female college student who works hard in the workplace after graduation."

Liu Jianping looked at the title of the book, remembered it, and said: "I'll look back, if it's good, sign a contract with the author." ”

Liu Jianping deliberately put Lian Lian on Xu Jing's hair, took a few deep breaths, and smiled: "Have you changed your shampoo?" ”

"Hmm!" Xu Jing smiled and responded, "Do you like the taste?" ”

"I like it."

Xu Jing looked at Liu Jianping with a smile and asked, "What time are you going to bed?" ”

"After eleven o'clock, before twelve o'clock."

"What time are you going to wake up for breakfast?"

"About half-past seven."

"Then I'll get up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll wake you up after I've made breakfast."

"Quietly, you're so nice."

Liu Jianping said a sincere word, he felt that when he was with Xu Jing, he was very comfortable, his heart was very calm, and he enjoyed every moment with Xu Jing.

Xu Jing stood up, raised her hands, hugged Liu Jianping's neck, and gave a fragrant kiss.

After a hot kiss, Liu Jianping smiled and said, "Are you sleepy?" ”

"I'm sleepy, and I won't sleep with you." Xu Jingyan smiled, "How many words did you write just now?" ”

"Five or six thousand words."

"How long?"

"An hour or so."

"Little man, you're amazing." Xu Jing said with a smile and pushed Liu Jianping away, "Go write novels and make more milk powder money." ”

"Huh!" Liu Jianping was happy, "Okay, in order not to let my wife worry about milk powder money, I went to make money for my husband." ”

Xu Jing looked at Liu Jianping's back when she left with a smile, she knew very well in her heart that her chance of marrying Liu Jianping was zero, but she really wanted to have a child for Liu Jianping.

Liu Jianping walked to the door, turned to look at Xu Jing, and said with a smile: "I'll close your door, tonight, I won't come to you, you go to bed early, good night!" ”

"Good night!"

Liu Jianping closed the door, Xu Jing looked at the door for a while, and sighed: "Maybe it's fate, before I met him, I never thought that I would fall in love with a little man ten years younger than myself, and I would be willing to give birth to a child for him......"

At about half past ten that night, Ning Weihao went to sleep in the bedroom.

As soon as Ning Weihao entered the bedroom, Wang Yaoshen took the initiative to chat with Zhu Fengnian.

"Cousin, do you think Kenping is weird?"

Zhu Fengnian, who was typing the code, stopped the salary in his hand, turned his head to look at Ning Weihao, and asked rhetorically, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Wang Yaoshen asked in a low voice, "Is he getting too close to the landlord?" ”

Zhu Fengnian was slightly stunned and said, "Don't guess, although Jian Ping is younger than you, I think he is more mature than you." ”

"Sometimes, maturity isn't necessarily a good thing." Wang Yaoshen laughed in a low voice, "I don't believe you didn't think that he had anything to do with the landlord." ”

Zhu Fengnian glanced at Wang Yaoshen, and said, "You are so curious, tomorrow, or now, call Jianping and ask him." ”

"I'm not afraid." Wang Yaoshen shook his head with a smile, picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and continued, "Actually, it's nothing. The landlord is a few years older than Jianping, but he is beautiful, and now he is not a popular sister/brother/...... of love."

"Stop!" Zhu Fengnian interrupted, "Don't talk nonsense about things that don't have a shadow." Let the landlord hear you, she will be angry. ”

"What can she do if she is angry, she doesn't rent the house to us, now Jianping has more than 200,000 yuan in his hands, and we can rent a better house." By the way, has Jianping considered buying a house? ”

"I haven't thought about it, before you came to Jiangcheng, I talked to him about this topic, and he said that even if he could earn five million a year in 2004, he would be able to spend all the money."

"Five million?" Wang Yaoshen took a breath of cold air, "He really dares to think about it!" Earn five million a year, so how many words does he have to write? ”

"Don't underestimate him, if the novels he writes can be published in the mainland, each with a circulation of hundreds of thousands of copies, let alone 5 million, with the speed at which he writes novels, it is possible to earn 50 million a year."

"There are not many bestsellers in the mainland that sell hundreds of thousands of copies a year." Wang Yaoshen paused and continued, "Looking back, I suggested to Jianping that he write more novels that are easy to publish, even if the writing speed is a little slower. Let's compare "Thang Long Dao" with "Starting from Scratch", "Thang Long Dao" is rushed to be published by the publishing house of Treasure Island, while "Starting from Zero" is published as a package, and the difference in royalty income is several times ......"

"Think about how to persuade him." Zhu Fengnian interrupted with a smile, "I still have a program to write here, and I will finish it tonight, so I won't talk to you." ”

Wang Yaoshen yawned and said, "I'm a little sleepy, and there's nothing to do now, so I'll go to sleep first." ”

"It's been a rare time for you to go to bed so early lately."

"It's all Ning Weihao's fault, he said to sleep, which makes me want to sleep too." Wang Yaoshen joked, turned off the computer, and stood up, "Cousin, you should go to bed early, the program can be written tomorrow." ”

"I'm not sleepy yet, you can go to sleep."

After Wang Yaoshen went into the bedroom and lay down, he didn't sleep immediately, took out his mobile phone, and sent a text message to Liu Jianping.

"Jianping, what are you busy with?"

Liu Jianping, who was revising the novel, heard the ringtone of his mobile phone, picked it up and looked at it, and saw that it was a text message from Wang Yaoshen, read the content, put down the mobile phone directly, and was too lazy to reply.

Wang Yaoshen saw that Liu Jianping didn't reply for a long time, and muttered, "He won't really run to the landlord's bed, right...... If that's the case, hehe, I admire him! ”