80s: Little Sweet Wife

The little fat man patted his round head shyly, "I didn't think about publishing a book, as long as I can earn some money, I don't need to ask my mother for pocket money in the future, and it can also help my mother reduce the burden."

"You haven't tried it yet. How do you know that you can't do it? The editor-in-chief said that your chapters are very well written. As long as you publish more, you will definitely be able to publish books in the future. By then, you will be a great writer." Meimei Praise.

The little fat man had bright eyes and nodded vigorously. The encouragement of his friends gave him a lot of confidence. He believed that he could do it!

Xiong Mumu is very envious, but he is not jealous at all. The success of his friend has inspired him, and he has to write songs well, otherwise he will call the little fat man a fool in the future. He doesn't have that face!

"By the way, I gave you a pseudonym, Mr. Nalan." Meimei said casually.

Xiong Mumu pointed at the little fat man and laughed, "Mr. Nalan? Ouch, I laughed so hard, Nalan Xingde's coffin board can't hold anymore!"

The little fat man was very embarrassed at first, but seeing that his friends made fun of it, he became angry, and hummed angrily: "Why can't you be called Mr. Nalan? You haven't seen what Nalan Xingde looks like? Maybe not yet. I look good!"

Xiong Mumu suppressed a smile and nodded, "You are right, Nalan Xingde is not as good-looking as you."

The little fat man snorted again, too lazy to pay attention to him, and happily took the draft book to change the chapter, and after the correction, he would write an article and send it to another newspaper, maybe a summer vacation could pay his mother a month's salary All earned!

The little fat man who corrected the chapter gave the manuscript to Meimei and said gratefully: "When the manuscript fee is paid, I will invite you to eat KFC!"

Just as Xiong Mumu was about to nod, he was kicked by Meimei, "Don't worry about eating KFC, wait for my third brother to open before eating. Xiaochao, please invite us to the snack street to eat. The food there is delicious."

It is not cheap to eat a meal at KFC. If you want to be full, you will need at least more than 20 yuan. This little fat man is not enough for a meal!

Xiong Mumu also reacted, knowing that Little Fatty's family is in a difficult situation now, and he can't spend his friends' money indiscriminately.

The little fat man's heart was warm, but his nose was sour. He knew that his friend didn't want to spend more money on him, so he said that.

He sniffed and made a bold statement: "When I really publish a book in the future, I will definitely invite you to eat KFC, eat as much as you want, until you vomit!"

Little Fatty's rhetoric, Xiong Mumu and Meimei, didn't take it seriously, but they didn't expect that Little Fatty would do what he said. Sure enough, after the first book was published, he forced them to eat KFC and ordered a large one. At the table, all three people vomited. From then on, they didn't even want to mention KFC, because they wanted to vomit just mentioning these three words.

Xiong Mumu and Little Fatty were so excited that they didn't notice Meimei's absent-mindedness. Naturally, they didn't know about her fright last night. Of course, they didn't help much if they knew. It was almost lunch time when the old man finally came back. Mei dragged him into the study.

"Grandpa, do you know Hao Liance?" Meimei asked directly.

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he asked back, "Why did you ask him? How did you know this person?"

Soon the old man realized something, and his expression changed again, "Did you meet him, Meimei? What did he do to you?"