Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 119 Three Doubts
"Ah Hua, I'm leaving."

The uncle carried a bag, which contained the only valuable laptop.

Pulling the suitcase, there are new clothes, leather shoes and trousers in it.

"Writer Mao, are you...?"

Ah Hua stopped working, and stood the broom beside her, like holding a peerless weapon, and asked with her hands on her hips.

"I'm not going to do it, you'll get my salary for me, keep it for yourself!"

The uncle looked at this strong woman who often gave him food and drink, and said softly.

"Going back to your hometown, will you still get rich?"

Ah Hua frowned and said.

"I don't know, anyway, I'm leaving."

The uncle bowed his head and left quickly.

"Are you still writing books?"

"Write!"

"Remember! I am your first fan and your biggest fan!"

When the uncle heard this, his body trembled, but he didn't dare to look back, so he quickened his pace.

"I will reward all your salary, so that you will have a leader!"

Ahua's voice came from behind, a little crying.

The uncle's eyes were moist.

There is a kind of love called being in love with each other.

There is a kind of parting, called forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.

Ah Hua watched Uncle's back gradually blur, tears finally fell down.

"Ah Hua, do you like reading novels?"

"This is a book I wrote, read it when you have time."

She doesn't like to read books and has no time.

In the rental house, there are two school-going children who need to be raised alone.

But she adores someone who can write a book, and this person is her colleague, albeit part-time.

It is precisely because I did not study that I would sweep the streets.

Only his own man will run away.

She thought so.

She wanted to find a father who had read books for her child.

The uncle knows that this woman cares about and expects him.

Thank you!Ah Hua!
But I can't satisfy your wish, we are not from the same world, you'd better forget about me!

Following one to Qianye Yuheju, the uncle was shocked again.

He observed this villa from a distance several times.

I never imagined that one day I would live in such an elegant and mysterious villa!
Food and lodging included, this is God’s package!
One said: "Uncle, if you want to know about my situation, you'd better stay at my house.

Board and lodging are all included, you can smoke and drink freely, as long as you can submit the manuscript on time. "

"A vice president, how can you treat me so well? I have no talent or virtue, so I deserve it!"

The uncle said with tears of gratitude.

But I thought in my heart: Young man, don’t just fall in love with the uncle’s talent and appearance, and find someone for the widow in your yard?
This old man has no fate of wealth or power in his life, but he has fate of being a widow!
Needless to say, the writer's imagination was so wild that although he guessed the wrong cause this time, he got the right result.

There was indeed a widow in her early forties here.

When the widow saw the uncle at first glance, she was so surprised that she overturned her teacup, grabbed his arm and asked:

"You are……"

"Mom, he is the writer I invited back! What's wrong with you!"

Everyone was surprised at Yuxiu's gaffe.

The uncle looked at Yuxiu in a daze, why does this woman look so similar to my wife who is running away!
Although not her.

Yuxiu felt the same way.

This man is too much like her dead husband.

"Take off your glasses and have a look."

Yuxiu said tremblingly.

The uncle had no choice but to show his true face.

"Like, but not..."

Yuxiu was a little disappointed, but still enthusiastically greeted the uncle and sat down with tea.

"Mom, this writer Mao Quejiu will live at home from now on, you can arrange it. Also, he needs to interview you, so let's cooperate and know everything."

After explaining, he went back to his room.

"Where is Writer Mao from?"

Yu Xiu asked.

“In Hengyang”

The uncle replied respectfully.

He knew that this "Queen Dowager" was the most honored person in Qianye Yuheju, so many strange people surrounded her, so he had to behave better.

"Great, we are fellow villagers."

Yuxiu was even happier, and continued to ask:

"How is the writer's family?"

The uncle respectfully replied:
"There is still a 70-year-old mother on the top, but there is no wife or child on the bottom."

"Looking at it this way, Writer Mao is so devoted to his career that he has delayed his life's important events. It's really distressing. Ai Lao, you arrange a quiet residence for Writer Mao, and you need to take care of him at ordinary times."

Yuxiu said to Ai Lao.

……

"This writer has a mysterious aura, he is not a fairy Buddha, nor is he an ordinary person, which makes people puzzled."

Rukia said next to one.

"I have his resume, and I found out that this writer is from my hometown, and even his hometown is the same. He also goes out to work, and he is also in the figure industry. It's too coincidental!"

One is also strange.

"I'm a little skeptical that he is from another dimension. But why he appears here and what his purpose is is confusing."

Rukia thought very far and deeply.

One smiled and said:
"Regardless of whether he is a down-and-out scholar from another dimension, in short, I feel that he is a friend rather than an enemy to us, so there is no need to worry too much. In the future, you must treat this strange man well, and don't neglect him."

"Naturally, I will pay close attention to his movements."

Rukia said cautiously.

Looking at Rukia with white hair hanging down his shoulders, he thought of the little white cat.

"Rukia, we are going to Hong Kong next month to participate in an exhibition. Do you want to go to Hong Kong and see it?"

One said with a smile.

"Master is now an immortal in the middle stage of Qi training, so there is no need for Rukia to protect you. Besides, there are so many beauties around you, it's not a problem for me to get involved."

Rukia said quietly.

"Lukia, I really miss when we first came here, you were still a little white cat. Why don't you become a kit cat again, and let's go to Hong Kong!"

One couldn't help but took Rukia's hand and said emotionally.

"I'd rather go back to the beginning, when you still held me to sleep every day. Now, you don't even have time to look at me."

Rukia said angrily.

Hearing this, his face turned red.

Under the light, Rukia was wearing a white robe, but it could not hide her figure that was not inferior to Mai Shiranui's.

A pair of big blue eyes filled the impeccable face of a beautiful girl with a mysterious and exotic charm.

But in terms of beauty, Rukia is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Her thick and shiny white hair was originally extremely beautiful, but it gave people a creepy feeling.

There is also the aura that inadvertently emanates from the body, which is a kind of coercion that Ai Lao and the others feel.

But in front of one, Rukia was as gentle as water, exuding a serene and pleasant fragrance.

One sighed and said:
"Actually, in my heart, I dare not think about finding a girlfriend at all.

I regard them as ordinary friends, except for Xu Yawen. "

Izun regards Lucia as a close friend and feels that he can confide in her without any scruples.

"I'm afraid those women won't treat you as an ordinary friend. All masters should have a clear attitude, don't delay their youth, and don't affect your own cultivation."

Rukia said seriously.

(End of this chapter)