Dad’s Marvel chat group

Xiao Yan did not expect that his father would ask him such a hard-core question as soon as he came down this early in the morning.

"Almost. Although I don't know how long the novel I wrote will be popular, but this time it is indeed popular."

"..."

After hearing this, Xiao Zhan fell silent immediately, staring at Xiao Yan with a pair of old eyes for a long time.

"Okay, let's eat first."

Xiao Yan's mother Shen Luoying said.

...

At the dinner table, Jiajia obviously felt the difference in the atmosphere. She lowered her head and ate her meal without speaking. On the surface, she looked quiet and well-behaved. He provoked the little white dog.

The little white dog Yanyan is of course very happy, playing with the little master.

"Ahem, it's not that the father doesn't believe you, but that this happened really suddenly." Xiao Zhan continued: "Nalan Yanran's live broadcast has become popular, and your novel writing has become popular. Is this a dream come true? ?”

Xiao Yan got ready and said with a smile: "Dad, you may not believe it, maybe this is just the beginning."

As long as Xiao Yan is not kicked out of the Marvel chat group, his future life will be full of endless imagination.

"..."

This time, Shen Luoying was also silent, the son's words became more and more mysterious.

"Xiao Yan, you are not doing something illegal, are you?"

There are many ways to make money on the Internet, and of course there are also improper ways.

Xiao Yan couldn't laugh or cry when his parents suspected him like this. "How is it possible? I still have Jiajia. When my life was at its darkest, I never thought about committing a crime."

...

At the dinner table, although Xiao Yan said a lot, it was still hard for Xiao Zhan and Shen Luoying to believe that he had gone from a street-smart writer who could only earn 600 yuan a month to a writer who earned 1 yuan a month.

After all, Xiao Yan's earning money is different from Nalan Yanran's. Everyone can see how much she earns from live streaming.Except for the hidden income of some female anchors who travel and sleep with rich people.

As for Xiao Yan's way of earning money, except for those who like to read novels and fellow Internet authors, it is difficult for ordinary people to see the specific income.

...

Even if Xiao Yan showed his parents the details of his author's reward, they might not be able to understand it.

After dinner, Jiajia was arguing to go to the city to play. In her hometown in the countryside, there were no children to play with her. It was rare for her father to be so happy, and her mother's difficulties were solved smoothly. Of course, she had to go out and have a good time.

Xiao Yan didn't really want to go out, at this moment his cell phone rang.

It turned out to be the call from Zhu Junlong.

"Old man, do you want to come out and play?"

"No!" Xiao Yan directly refused, he didn't plan to play with such a person anymore, the debt had already been paid off, and they didn't owe each other any more.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. Of course I'm not here to have fun with you. As you know, I'm getting married on the 12th next month. My wife and I are adjusting wedding dresses at a bridal shop. We have a lot of things to do, including banquets and banquets. Wedding cars and stuff.”

Zhu Junlong said: "We have such a good relationship, and the 11 that your ex-wife returned to me just happened to come in handy. In terms of love and reason, you have to come and be my best man."

best man?

If it was before, before Xiao Yan's business went bankrupt, he might have agreed to exchange favors.

However, only when people are down and out, do they know whether the people around them were human or ghosts.

"No, best man, you should find someone else. I will definitely be there on your wedding day."

"That's not okay, I can't find someone as handsome as you around me..."

Xiao Yan said: "I am not suitable, it will bring bad luck to your marriage."

"What bad luck? Do you still remember this! Isn't it that I was in a hurry to spend money to speak to you... How can you be so stingy like a big man. "