Not only the author of the Xianxia classification, but also the author of other classifications saw such a popular form, and they also decisively studied this number.

This has also caused the entire market to be abused in the mainstream of this kind of waste wood abuse within a few years.

Either the dead hair is small, or the wife is dead; It's either a dead master or a dead girlfriend; Either the whole family was destroyed, or the daughter-in-law was cuckolded.

Anyway, it's how to abuse and how to write.

After all, it's not them who are being scolded.

Whenever a reader sees the plot of feeding in the book, many people will think of a cute girl who created a precedent back then, and they will leave a message in the book review area to remember the beautiful girl who has chosen to seal the pen.

"West Lake Huang is in my hand, a like, I'll feed her a mouthful of, don't give too many likes, I don't have enough on my hands."

Then, below the post, there are all book friends who have replied to the post and liked it, and with this topic alone, you can at least brush up to a thousand floors a day.

Of course, that's all for later.

Now Jiang Huo is lying on the bed, happily playing with his mobile phone.

The task has been completed, and she does not have any psychological pressure.

Now that Jiang Zetian has come up with this compensation plan, Jiang Huo doesn't plan to waste brain cells to modify it, ten changes a day will be better, and it will be able to finish the book in more than twenty days anyway.

A week later, the topic of "Zhu Xian" has gradually declined, and these two topics can no longer be found on the hot search list of Bi Neck and Du Niang, and the backstage of the book has been ordered, and there has been a huge breakthrough, stabilizing at about 40,000. Judging from the remaining words of "Zhu Xian", Jiang Huo relied on this book and earned more than one million, which is more than enough.

Although, for the current Jiang Huo, this million is just a number, but when she thought that she could make money by writing novels, she suddenly felt a lot happier in her heart.

Look, in the last life, all readers don't understand! It's much better in this life.

Sure enough, I'm a genius!

Just when Jiang Huo was overjoyed, she suddenly received a call from her mother, and after learning that her mother would arrive home within an hour, Jiang Huo's face suddenly collapsed.

Jiang Huo, who was lying on the bed and chasing dramas, looked around, the whole bedroom was in a mess, the bath towel used to dry the bath, the small pants that were changed, the Bra that could be seen everywhere, and the Kang Shuaifu instant noodle bucket that was thrown aside, and the strange smell that permeated the bedroom. Seeing all this, Jiang Huo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, she knew in her heart that if she didn't clean it up quickly, when her mother arrived, she would have to kneel aside and copy the book.

Recalling the angry appearance of his mother, Jiang Huo couldn't help but shudder.

She immediately jumped out of bed, threw those underwear into the washing machine, and then packed all the buckets of Kang Shuaifu's instant noodles and threw them into the trash can at the door. The windows are open, the air conditioner is turned on for ventilation, gloves are on, mops and buckets are picked up, and the floor is mopped. After Jiang Huo was done, her whole body was wet, and the milky white bra was clinging to her body, which made her uncomfortable.

When he heard the whistle at the door, Jiang Huo casually pulled a short sleeve and put it on his body, ran to the door in a hurry with his bare feet, pretended to be very well-behaved, and opened the door.

"Mother, welcome home."

Jiang Huo was like an octopus, and the whole person jumped forward and hugged the person who entered the door.

The smell of the mixture of earthy grass and sweat suddenly penetrated the tip of Jiang Huo's nose.

She shook her head repeatedly, trying to wipe all the sweat from her cheeks on her mother's clothes.

Due to her long-term work and research in the field, Jiang's mother is different from those rich wives, and her complexion is not as white as snow, but a healthy wheat color. But in terms of maintenance, Jiang's mother is ruthless, and she uses all the top skin care products, and her skin is still soft and soft, and there is no rough texture.

With her black hair tied behind her head, Jiang's mother saw her daughter rushing towards her, so she hurriedly stretched out her hands, opened her arms, hugged Jiang Huo's waist with her right hand, supported her daughter's buttocks with her left hand, and walked into the house with her.

"Tut-tut, little fire, I haven't seen you for two months, why do I think you've gained weight again? Let me see if you have any flesh on your belly. ”

Jiang Huo was shaking her little head, rubbing in her mother's arms, and when she heard these words, her whole body suddenly froze there, and her body was motionless.

It's heart-wrenching! Mom!

Seeing that Jiang Huo was still lying in her arms and had no intention of moving, Jiang's mother directly scratched her daughter's waist, and Jiang Huo, who was afraid of itching, suddenly laughed. Seizing this opportunity, Jiang's mother directly lifted her daughter's white short sleeves, reached out and pinched Jiang Huo's little belly, with a surprised look on her face.

"You must not have listened to your mother, you ran to your grandparents every day to eat, and after eating, you stayed at home and blew the air conditioner, and never exercised, right?" Mother Jiang sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, and she reached out to hold her daughter's cheek, forcing Jiang Huo to raise her head.

Jiang Huo pursed his mouth, Qiong's nose was straightened, his eyes were dodgy, and he didn't dare to look at his mother.

"Growing up, whenever I wanted to teach you a lesson, you always made this expression." Jiang Mu shook her head and continued, "Do you think I don't know what's going on in your little head? Do you want to say now that your grandparents forced you to eat so much meat? ”

When Jiang Huo heard this, he immediately lit his head like a piledriver.

"Yes, yes, yes, my grandparents let me eat it, I can't help it."

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Mother Jiang pinched her daughter's little face and continued: "It's also the grandparents who told you to stay at home and blow the air conditioner and not go out to avoid heat stroke, right?" ”

This time, Jiang Huo didn't put the black pot on her grandparents, she quickly shook her head, and her big watery eyes under the lenses flashed with grievances.

Jiang Huo pursed his lips, with a pitiful expression on his face, and said, "No, no, no, it's my grandfather who won't let me go out......"

Grandpa?

What's the situation?

When Jiang's mother was conducting archaeological research in the field, the communication signal was often interrupted, so she didn't know anything about what happened during this time.

Therefore, when Jiang Huo finished explaining to her, Jiang Mu immediately stretched out her palm and slammed it at Jiang Huo's little ass.

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"Didn't I tell you before not to mess around? What's going on this time? Did Jiang Zetian instigate you? Mom has told you how many times that if you can't get your sister, don't play with her. Grandpa's punishment of grounding you is considered light, if I am present, I will definitely punish you for kneeling at home and copying books! ”