Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Yan Wanqing didn't give Jiang Yanhui a chance to stay, so she quickly got on the bus.

"Goodbye."

Jiang Yanhui watched the bus disappear from his field of vision, his heart seemed to be hooked by Yan Wanqing, and he was haunted by dreams.

A man in a floral shirt pushed a motorcycle over, "Boss, everyone has left, shouldn't we go back too?"

Jiang Yanhui stared at the direction Yan Wanqing left, "Go and check the stop of that bus, and then ask the brothers to guard."

"Isn't it? Still squatting?"

He squatted at the gate of Shunyi Publishing House for a whole day today, and he got a good sun tan, and squatted at various bus stops, what kind of tan would he have?

"Why, don't you want to?"

"No, I just think you are worth it for a woman who has only met twice?"

"worth."

Jiang Yanhui now feels that Yan Wanqing is his goddess, and everything for the goddess is worthwhile.

……

Yan Wanqing got off the bus after sitting for only one stop.

This bus took the opposite route to her home.

She just wanted to get rid of Jiang Yanhui and also to confuse him.

She didn't want to tell him her address, and then have no peace.

People like Jiang Yanhui are easy to provoke, but it is difficult to get rid of them unless he is tired of himself.

Yan Wanqing waited for a bus to go home.

She got off the car at the intersection of Food Street.

Yan Wanqing was very happy to successfully sign a contract with the publishing house. She bought a pack of freshly baked chestnuts and a lot of snacks.

Auntie felt distressed when she saw her big and small bags, "Wanqing, why did you buy so many things?"

"Auntie, I'm in a good mood today."

"What good thing happened?"

Yan Wanqing wanted to share this matter with the closest and closest people.

"I... have a novel to be published soon."

"really?"

Auntie was very pleasantly surprised.

It is not easy at all to publish a book now, Yan Wanqing's ability to publish it shows that the content she wrote is outstanding.

"Wanqing, you are amazing!"

Yan Wanqing was a little embarrassed by the compliment, "It just means I'm lucky."

"There is no luck without strength." The aunt said: "Share this matter with Jiang Mo, he will be very happy if he knows."

"Yeah." Yan Wanqing put down the things in her hand, "Auntie, wait for me for a while, I'll have dinner after the phone call."

"Good good."

Yan Wanqing not only told Jiang Mo about this, but also told Chen Fangting and his wife.

Chen Fangting and Miao Yanhong were particularly pleasantly surprised.

"Our Wanqing is really promising. When your book is published, I will definitely buy a hundred copies and distribute it to the neighbors in the neighborhood, telling them that this is a book written by my girl."

People who really love her will be happy for her.

Yan Wanqing felt warm in her heart, "I haven't finished writing it yet, and I haven't published it yet!"

"Now that the contract is signed, publication is a certainty."

Yan Wanqing exchanged pleasantries with Chen Fangting and his wife before hanging up the phone.

Yan Wanqing called Jiang Mo.

When dialing the last number, her fingers hesitated and struggled for a while before dropping.

Every time there was a beep from the receiver, Yan Wanqing's heart tightened a bit.

She didn't know what Jiang Mo would look like when he heard this.

She never told Jiang Mo about going to the publishing house to submit a manuscript.

She wanted to show Jiang Mo a proud Yan Wanqing.

The phone was dialed, and a slightly panting female voice came over.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

Yan Wanqing was very familiar with this voice.

Xie Yueqin.

"I'm looking for Jiang Mo, is he at home?"

Xie Yueqin didn't recognize Yan Wanqing's voice, but when she heard a girl looking for Jiang Mo, she subconsciously felt disgusted.

"He's not in now."

After finishing speaking, before Yan Wanqing could say anything, she hung up the phone.

Yan Wanqing frowned and looked at the phone that had been hung up.

Xie Yueqin hung up the phone, just as Jiang Mo and Jiang Lianqing walked in from the outside.

Jiang Lianqing looked at the receiver in her hand, "Who is calling?"

"a stranger."

Xie Yueqin put down the receiver, turned around and left with a mop in hand.

Jiang Yi heard the voice downstairs, and ran down happily with his fat and round body.

"Brother, you are back!"

Jiang Yi was too short, so he hugged Jiang Mo's thigh with his short arms, "Where did you go to play today?"

"Play and play, you know how to play all day long, can you still be a little serious?"

Inside came Xie Yueqin's voice pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

Xiao Jiangyi didn't understand, so he pouted aggrievedly, "I didn't play all the time, I recited two ancient poems today!"

"Is that why you can play?"

Jiang Lianqing couldn't stand it anymore, "Okay, okay, Xiaoyi is still young, just the age to play, why are you yelling at the child?"

"Can I keep playing when I'm old?"

She looked at Jiang Mo.

Even Jiang Lianqing, who has thicker nerve lines, has seen signs of it.

He defended Jiang Mo, "Xiao Mo went to the store with me today to sort out the books."

When Jiang Lianqing talked about this matter, he had to marvel at Jiang Mo's management and calculation ability.

The bad debts that he hadn't cleared up for many years were sorted out clearly and orderly in Jiang Mo's hands.

Including that he didn't want to come back after asking for it for many years, Jiang Mo called Jiang Mo for the account that had been abandoned, and he immediately said that the payment would be made within a week.

Jiang Lianqing was stunned on the spot.

He thought that Jiang Mo must have experienced a lot in these years.

Nobody understands these things from the start.

He felt sorry for Jiang Mo, and on the way home he kept persuading him to work in the store, and he paid a high salary, but Jiang Mo refused to come no matter what, he had his own ideas.

When the son grows up, he always has to fly alone. Jiang Lianqing is not easy to stop him, and he is not qualified to stop him.

Xie Yueqin was wronged, her mouth squirmed for a while, and then she said without confidence, "Will he tidy up?"

Jiang Mo doesn't want to stay any longer.

"I'm going to see grandma."

Looking at Jiang Mo's tall back, Jiang Lianqing sighed, his son is now taller than him.

Jiang Lianqing lowered his voice, "Don't underestimate your son, he is much more powerful than we imagined."

He can see that Jiang Mo is not a thing in the pool.

"Is it as exaggerated as you say?"

Xie Yueqin didn't believe what Jiang Lianqing said. Everyone in the village said that Jiang Mo was a gangster. What could be so great about him?

Are you fighting hard?
Jiang Lianqing couldn't speak clearly, he said, "You will know when the time comes."

When she sees Jiang Mo's excellence with her own eyes, she won't always look at him with prejudice.

but! !! !!

Jiang Lianqing ordered, "But I have to tell you clearly, in the future, you are not allowed to talk to your son in a weird way like today. He is our son, not your enemy, you know?"

"Do I have it?"

"Go and look in the mirror."

There was bitterness and hatred on his face, as if his son owed her hundreds of millions.

Xie Yueqin touched her face, curled her lips.