Tong Jiumo and Mo Qijue stayed in London for three more days before returning to China first.

Mo Qijue chartered the first class.

Mo Qijue wanted to surprise Tong Jiumo on the plane, so when the plane was balancing, he said a few words to Tong Jiumo, saying that he was going to the bathroom.

Tong Jiumo was using the computer to write about her food, and the International Publishing Group invited her to write a food guide.

Pay her 50 million royalties directly.

Receiving so much money from others, she has to write seriously.

"Momo, what are you writing so seriously?"

Mo Qijue watched her think about the computer.

"I collected 50 million copyright fees from others, and I was supposed to let me write a food strategy, but I don't know how the person changed my mind, so I asked me to write a food romance ......"

Tong Jiumo looked sad, "You know, 50 million copyright fees, if the story written is not good-looking, I'm really worried about the 50 million copyright fees and trust and expectations of others!" ”

"Rest assured, what you write is sure to be as beautiful as your person and will definitely become a bestseller." Mo Qijue said with a smile.

For Tong Jiumo, he is very confident.

"But I can't write." Tong Jiumo's sorrowful clouds became even more intense.

"Then push it away, don't write it." Mo Qijue said.

"I want to too, the problem is, the publishing house has been giving me money, as soon as I proposed to terminate the contract, they desperately paid me, I shouted to stop writing and continued to write before they stopped......" Tong Jiumo reached out and grabbed Mo Qijue's clothes, and looked at him pitifully, "Husband, you have to help me ......"

If you can break the contract and push it off, you can pay as much as you want, but the problem is that the publishing house won't give it.

With a husband, he was about to call Mo Qijue's old bones crispy.

He softened, meditated for a while, and said, "Well, since it's about food, then you can write our story, we also know because of food." ”

"Is that okay?" Tong Jiumo frowned.

"Well, I said okay." Mo Qijue nodded and said.

"The publishing house said that it was going to be a film and television...... Wouldn't it be too bloody to write like this? Tong Jiumo's face turned pale with fright, writing such a naïve story would really be laughed out of his big teeth, and he would be complained about in various ways.

"This is the love story of a domineering president and a beautiful chef god, what's the blood?" Mo Qijue looked at the frightened Tong Jiumo and said.

Tong Jiumo frowned, "Is this really good?" ”

"It has to be good." Mo Qijue nodded and said with a serious face.

"You'll be beaten if you write like that." Tong Jiumo didn't dare to write like this.

"Whoever dares to hit you, I will kill him first!" Mo Qijue said in a deep voice.

"......" Tong Jiumo looked at Mo Qijue speechlessly, and after a while, she looked at Mo Qijue's handsome face and asked, "Are you sure I'll be fine if I write like this?" ”

"Of course it's okay, if you write like this, it will definitely sell well." Mo Qijue held the back of her head and kissed her forehead.

"Didn't you say you were going to the bathroom? Go for it. Tong Jiumo blushed, pushed away Mo Qijue, who was kissing her, and said softly.

"Then I'll go first." Mo Qijue suddenly remembered that he had something to do, "Momo, you write slowly first." ”

Mo Qijue got up to leave.

"Eh, are you really going to put our story into it?" Tong Jiumo frowned.

"Hmm." Mo Qijue nodded.

"What about those...... Do you want to write about it too? Tong Jiumo coughed lightly and asked with a red face.