Chapter 770

The well dragged his tired body home, pushed open the door, "I'm back."

Inoue is in a bad mood. His bad mood is not because he was attacked by a group in the comic club just now. He has long disliked the phenomenon that these people in the comic Club recognize that they are high and can't compare with others, so they slander others. In his opinion, it is impossible to create good works in this way, but really want to make their comics look good. Some people like to see them, not how to treat Han Mo, but more than Han Mo's works.

However, Inoue has been trying to improve his, but there is still no sales. Even those who laugh at him are better than him. Although many people ask him to commercialize his comics, he doesn't want to. Comics are his always ideal. He is painting with his soul. If he is allowed to bow to the interests, he is selling his soul, In other people's hearts, this idea is ridiculous, but in Inoue's heart, drawing comics is sacred.

Hearing her husband's voice, Zhou qingporcelain, who was still cooking in the kitchen, came out, "how about these manuscripts?"

All works submitted to the comic society must be approved by the comic society. Only by passing can we get the manuscript fee. Of course, some comic writers may pay the manuscript fee or make an appointment in advance, but authors like Inoue can only use this way.

Inoue shook his head and put his schoolbag on the shelf at the door.

A glimmer of disappointment flashed between Zhou qingporcelain's eyebrows. It just flashed away. Then he smiled and said, "it's okay. Someone will always appreciate your paintings. I like your paintings very much. It's great."

Inoue didn't want to bring his depressed mood home, but when his wife asked about the submission of the manuscript, he still couldn't help it. At the moment, looking at his wife's relieved eyes, he felt guilty that he didn't bring good news to his wife, but he was more moved.

"Maybe only you will like my painting." The well sighed softly.

"Since I will like it, others will like it." Zhou qingporcelain said calmly.

Inoue wanted to squeeze out a big smile to comfort his wife, but he couldn't laugh. Finally, he turned into a strange expression that looked like a smile, which made Zhou qingporcelain laugh.

The wife's smile came from the heart, lovely and gentle, and the well laughed.

Originally, when I entered the door, I was still in a bad mood. I drove all my bad moods out of the body in a short way in front of the dinner table.

Of course, it is not Inoue himself who can do a magical thing, but his wife.

Inoue has always been proud that Zhou qingporcelain is his wife. She is more generous and considerate than women in island countries. Unlike women in island countries, they are respectful on the surface. In fact, they don't really support and love their husband in their heart.

Zhou qingporcelain always supports and encourages Inoue's career. Even the world thinks that Inoue's paintings are rubbish and won't sell for money. Only Zhou qingporcelain believed that her husband was a comic genius and would always draw touching paintings and tell touching stories.

Inoue thinks he is the happiest comic artist on the island because he married Beidu girl Zhou qingporcelain. In fact, he is no longer an island man, because his grandmother and mother are from Beidu. Although he still has a family name, most of his blood is not the blood of the island people.

Zhou qingporcelain filled a bowl of rice for her husband but didn't fill it for herself. In fact, she didn't worry at all on the surface and could comfort her husband with a smile, but she was also very angry in her heart. Her mouth blistered and she couldn't eat rice. Every time she used an excuse to lose weight. At first, Inoue nagged her not to lose weight, and then she acquiesced.

Zhou qingporcelain sat beside the well and said tentatively in silence for a moment, "shall we try and submit the manuscript to other magazines?"

Inoue shook his head helplessly, "it's useless. I've gone to all the magazines I can go. There's no result."

Zhou qingporcelain paused. "Where's Han Mo's?"

The well opened his lips slightly and took a breath.

......

Han Mo made a video with the little guy on his mobile phone. Today, Xuanxuan school has activities to learn in advance, and Shuya is also resting at home.

Although Shuya now exists at the level of a giant panda, the care of the four old people is too evil, and Han Mo doesn't want to ask them. It's all a matter.

Now Han Mo has one-way contact with the little guy.

"Yuxuan, how is mom today?" Han Mo Chong looked at the little guy on the screen.

Xuanxuan tooted her little mouth, "didn't dad say that I had a bad idea yesterday? Why did he let me be an agent today?"

Han Mo was offended by his baby daughter, so he had no temper and could only lose a smile. "Yesterday, my father was careless. Xuanxuan of our family was the most competent agent, and his ideas were first-class, but my father was stupid and didn't grasp them every time."

Han Mo's attitude of admitting his mistake was sincere. The little guy crossed his waist and pretended to be angry for a while. He entered the state of a small agent and reported to his father in a low voice.

"Mom didn't eat the food grandma cooked today. She said she had no appetite. Grandpa told a joke to amuse his mother. My mother didn't laugh, but I felt good to laugh.

Later, Grandpa said to play the piano to my mother. Although my mother didn't say it, I didn't want to hear it very much. However, when I practiced the piano in the afternoon, my mother listened very carefully, praised me and rewarded me with a strawberry cake.

It was supposed to be grandma's story time, but my mother fell asleep. Grandma didn't finish it, so she told me some books.

Today, Grandpa and grandpa took me out to play together. I think they are still happy with me, hee hee. "

The little guy talked to himself for a long time, and then stopped reporting to his father in a burst of proud laughter.

Han Mo couldn't help laughing when he heard the last sentence. Shuya must have deliberately pretended to be asleep. It's boring to listen to the story every day. In addition, he found a detail. No matter who does what, it seems that the last benefit is the little guy. The child is clever.

Han Mo just wants to know the general situation of Shuya. As long as he is in a good mood, he is really good. The other four old people are here. There is absolutely no need to worry.

As for why let the little guy be an agent, it's actually to find an excuse to play with her and make the children happy. If you really need to know anything, Han Mo can go home and ask. There's no need to sneak.

At the end of the video, Han Mo put his mobile phone aside.

"Mr. Han, I received a cartoon manuscript here in the hope that it can be published in our cartoon magazine." Huang Shanshan walks into the office with a cartoon.

After the cartoon magazine became popular, it always received a lot of contributions. Han Mo mostly asked Huang Shanshan to deal with it by herself, but she really couldn't make a choice. She reported it to Han Mo here.

This time he took the painting directly to the office. Han Mo asked strangely, "is it difficult to make a decision?"

Huang Shanshan frowned slightly. "He's an island man."