Chapter 106

Early in the morning, the small door on the right side of the gate of Mihua prison was opened, and out came a skinny man in a shabby coat.

The dazzling sun shone and made him conditionally stretch out his arm to block his eyes. After he adapted to the outside sun a little, he picked up a seemingly dangerous arc at the corners of his mouth, then turned away without hesitation, and the faint voice of words dissipated in the air along the wind.

"Ho ho ho ho... Finally came out... Maori Kogoro... I came to you..."

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At the same time, Baiyan Zhenyu also came out of the room and found Xiaolan sitting in a daze on the sofa in the living room, looking worried.

Baiyan Zhenyu couldn't figure out what had happened and would make Xiaolan look like this. He couldn't help asking, "Xiaolan, what's the matter with you?"

"Good morning, brother Zhenyu."

Xiaolan barely smiled. After greeting Bai Yan Zhenyu, she said with some worry and some embarrassment: "brother Zhenyu, in fact, it's no big deal. I had a bad dream last night..."

"Bad dream? What dream?"

Baiyan Zhenyu put down his heart, smiled and joked, "is the dream that can affect your mood a new cheating dream in your family?"

After hearing Bai Yan Zhenyu's ridicule, Xiaolan's whole cheek suddenly turned red. She was shy and said, "brother Zhenyu!"

"Ha ha, no kidding, what kind of dream did you have?" Bai yanzhenyu showed a trace of curiosity about Xiaolan's dream content.

"Last night, I dreamed of meeting my mother in a ruins. When I was ready to run to her, my mother stopped me, and then my mother was shot... Then I woke up."

After Xiaolan told Baiyan Zhenyu her dream, she asked uneasily, "brother Zhenyu, do you say this dream indicates that mother will be in danger?"

Baiyan Zhenyu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and comforted: "don't worry, Xiaolan, haven't you heard of it? The dream is opposite to the reality. My aunt is not an unreliable uncle. Naturally, it will be fine. If you really don't feel at ease, just call and ask."

"Well... That's what I said. I'll call my mother and make an appointment with my mother for dinner in the evening."

Xiaolan thought Bai Yan Zhenyu's suggestion was very reasonable. She immediately called Fei Yingli to remind her to pay attention to safety, and made an appointment with her to have dinner at a French restaurant called [flowers] at seven o'clock this evening.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Lan was in a happy mood, humming songs and preparing breakfast for the people.

Soon after, Maori Kogoro and Conan got up, washed and sat down for breakfast.

After dinner, Xiao Lan cleaned up the kitchen and went back to her room to change her clothes.

"Dad, brother Zhenyu, Conan, I have an appointment with Yuanzi to attend Mr. renkerin's new book signing meeting. You can cook by yourself this noon."

After explaining these words, Xiao Lan waved to the people and left the Maori office happily.

Shortly after Xiao Lan left, the door of the office was pushed open. It was Conan's classmate, bu Mei, who didn't come.

"Uncle Maori, brother Zhenyu, good morning."

Bu Mei asked Bai Yan Zhenyu and Maori xiaowulang politely, and then said to Conan excitedly, "Conan, Dr. Ali has promised to take us to visit the Dongdu aviation Memorial Museum. Come with us quickly."

"This... Okay."

Conan was going to refuse, but he didn't say anything disappointing for the sake of seeing the three people so happy.

"Uncle Maori, brother Zhenyu, I'll go out too."

With the permission of Maori Kogoro, Conan and bu Mei left together, and the office suddenly became quiet.

"Alas, one or two have left. Let's take a day off today and continue working tomorrow."

Seeing Xiaolan and Conan go out to play, Maori xiaowulang's mind enlivened and gave himself a "reasonable" excuse for fishing.

Maoli xiaowulang smiled and said, "cough, Zhenyu, I'll play mahjong with some friends who bet on horses. If Xiaolan calls back, you'll help me find a reason to deal with it."

"Well, I see."

Baiyan Zhenyu agreed to Maori xiaowulang's request, but remembered his past 'glorious' deeds and specially reminded: "but uncle, you remember to come back early. Don't forget the time like last time. If you delay the dinner at night, Xiaolan won't let you go again."

"Well, well, I see."

Maori xiaowulang said well, I don't know if he kept his words in mind, so he left impatiently.

After Maori Kogoro left, Baiyan Zhenyu was also going to hang out at the door. As a result, he received a call from the editor of Meiyue.

Baiyan Zhenyu connected the phone and asked with a smile, "sister Meiyue, what can I do for you?"

Meiyue editor did not answer, but sighed heavily and said, "Alas, Zhenyu, have you found something recently?"

"This..." hearing that Bai Yanzhen Yu scratched his cheek, he asked, "sister Meiyue, what are you talking about? I don't know..."

"It's about the case that the model author who originally submitted the manuscript at the beginning of each month and never needed to be urged by the editor has become a salted fish that hasn't moved before the dead line!"

The deep resentment revealed in the editor's tone of Meiyue thought that Bai Yan Zhenyu had done something unforgivable to her.

"Ah ha ha, this..."

Bai yanzhenyu felt his nose awkwardly. He immediately went back to the room, turned on the computer, created a new document, entered the sub title of the new volume of the novel on it, and lied with his eyes open: "I'm writing, I'm writing, and now I'm almost 100 million."

"Hum, Zhenyu, you can't learn from other authors, or I'll watch you finish your work in person. Of course, it's in the writing room prepared for you by the lightning library."

After Meiyue's editor threatened Bai yanzhenyu with "ferocity", he hung up the phone. If there was no accident, it should be to urge other authors who delayed the manuscript.

"Alas, I won't go out. I'll try my best to code today."

Baiyan Zhenyu wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, gave up his plan to hang out and began to write a new volume of novel.

An hour later, Bai yanzhenyu heard a knock on the door of the office downstairs, so he went to check the situation and found that it was a thin man wearing a worn coat.

Baiyan Zhenyu thought that a guest had come and warmly greeted him: "Hello, this is Maori office. Maori xiaowulang is not at home now. You can tell me what you need to entrust?"

"Nothing. Since Mr. Maori is no longer at home, I'll come back next time."

The skinny man shook his head without explaining his intention, so he turned and left here.

"Strange guy..."

Baiyan Zhenyu whispered a word, so he didn't continue to care about the man and returned to the room to continue writing novels.