Chapter 655： I can make you a lot of money

Chapter 655 I can make you a lot of money

Zhou Xiuzhi was surprised, "That **** girl Tang Qi is married? How old is she?"

Tang Jiajia's heart choked, she is the same age as Tang Qi, and she even gave birth to a child!

Zhou Xiuzhi thought for a while, "Then do you know her husband?"

Tang Jiajia hurriedly shook his head, "I don't know. She wears a mask on her face, but she looks very young, in her 20s."

After finishing speaking, Tang Jiajia held Zhou Xiuzhi's hand in a panic, "Mom, what should I do? If Daqing Kaibin Shopping Center really doesn't cooperate with VL brand, Daqing will definitely not forgive me."

Zhou Xiuzhi said indifferently: "What are you afraid of, Daqing has such a son as Junjun. Unless their Cheng family wants to cut off their descendants! Otherwise, as long as Junjun is in our hands, Cheng Daqing will not be able to leave you."

…

Tang Qi and Mo Shaoshen went to the Mo family's old courtyard house in City B, had lunch, and took an hour-long lunch break. When they got up and were about to leave, Tang Qi received a call from Qin Jingxiu.

On the phone, Qin Jingxiu seemed in a good mood, "Qiqi, according to the clues and information you provided, the investigation has finally taken shape. It should not be long before the case is solved. When the investigation is over, Dad will take a vacation to accompany you."

Tang Qi hooked her lips and chuckled, "Okay."

Qin Jingxiu asked Mo Shaochen's body again, "How is Shaochen doing recently?"

"The body is recovering pretty well, and it is estimated that I will be able to walk normally in another week."

"What about his memory? Do you remember?"

Tang Qi paused, then slowly replied: "There is no progress for the time being."

Qin Jingxiu was a little disappointed, "Okay, by the way, don't forget to let Xiaoyu stew to nourish Shao Shen with the herbs I gave you a few days ago."

Tang Qi chuckled, "Okay, Dad, I see."

At first, she only felt vaguely strange, but by this time, she basically understood the other party's intention and couldn't help laughing.

hung up the phone, and Xiaoba suddenly asked her: "Sister Qi, do you suspect that brother-in-law's memory has been restored?"

Tang Qi raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why do you ask that?"

"Just now, Dad Qin asked your brother-in-law if he remembered anything. You paused."

"Little clever ghost."

"Hey, I am the one who knows Sister Qi best in the world."

Tang Qi smiled, "Don't let your brother-in-law hear this."

Xiaoba hummed disdainfully: "Are you afraid that your brother-in-law will be jealous? Sister Qi, men, you can't be too used to it."

"I'm worried that you will be destroyed by him."

“…”

Under the jujube tree in the yard, Mo Shao was sitting in a wheelchair. Uncle Jin stood beside him. The two held a rattan frame in each hand. The two servants stepped on the ladder and put the picked red dates into Mo Shao. The rattan frame in the hands of Shen and Uncle Jin.

A gust of breeze blew, the leaves rustled, the red jujube fruit swayed among the leaves, and the little red lanterns were lovely.

Tang Qi's eyes fell on Mo Shaochen who had his back turned to her.

Mo Shaoshen's memory recovery actually had a clue. The first was the night they stayed in Qin's house. She went down the balcony to find him. He hugged her on the bed and asked when he would wait.

She didn't notice anything at the time, until later, when she heard him talk about the scenes in his dream, she vaguely recalled it.

If he hadn't recovered his memory, and believed that those spring dream scenes were really happened to the two of them, then he wouldn't have asked her "when will I wait" to test her.

Moreover, during this period of time, the aura on his body became more and more like before, cold and strong, and very domineering.

It’s just that I don’t know how much memory he has recovered, or did he remember everything?

Tang Qi hooked with an unidentified smile, walked behind the man, put one hand on his shoulder, and squeezed a round red date from the rattan basket in his hand with the other.

Probably the reason for the different varieties, not as crispy as Qin Zhai’s jujube, but very sweet.

"Sweet?"

Tang Qi chewed the jujube meat, looked down at the man who asked her, nodded, "Sweet."

"Aren't you holding a big basket in your hand?"

"You feed me."

Tang Qi put his other hand into the rattan basket and was about to pick up the dates when Mo Shaochen gently held it.

"Your hands are sweeter."

In front of him, she nibbled the jujube into a clean jujube pit, and threw it into the mud of the flower bed, and said with a smile, "It's quite sweet."

“…”

Half an hour later, Rolls-Royce drove away from the courtyard with a basket of big red dates under Uncle Jin's reluctant gaze.

Seeing that Mo Shaochen was still sulking, Tang Qi couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and hooked his chin, "As for the jujube, there's a big basket in the trunk, go back and eat as much as you want."

He turned to look at her, and said in a low voice, "You feed me?"

"Hey."

The man's black eyes were dyed brightly, "Feed with your mouth?"

Tang Qi gave him a sideways smile, took out his mobile phone, and checked Lu Yiran's home address.

Before sending the evidence that Yang Ya asked someone to write on her behalf to Xu Yali, she wanted to talk to Lu Yiran in person. It would be better if she could be successfully signed.

A talented girl writer with a miserable but powerful background like Lu Yiran is the object of competition among major online literature websites.

Just being the author of the descendant of Romance Xiaotian and the real author behind "Lu Xueshen's Little Green Plum", these two items can make Lu Yiran famous. After all, public opinion and netizens often sympathize with the weak.

Lu Yiran's home is in the basement of an old community. Strictly speaking, it should be an underground warehouse with an area of ​​about 100 square meters. The bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom are separated by wooden boards and curtains.

The whole house has two windows of about one meter in total, half of which are underground and half of which are on the ground, which makes the house very humid, and the air is filled with a faint musty odor.

The only valuable thing in Lu Yiran's house is a laptop in the corner of the living room near the window.

The laptop was still open, showing a document full of words. Before she came in, Lu Yiran should still be writing.

Seeing Tang Qi looking at his house lightly, a look of embarrassment and embarrassment appeared on Lu Yiran's face, "The house is a mess, you can sit wherever you want."

In fact, it is not messy, but too simple. It is already late October. The temperature in City B is much cooler than that of the imperial capital. In addition, the basement is relatively damp. I sit on the only wooden chair and sofa in the living room, although I wear a The windbreaker, Tang Qi still felt the refreshing coolness.

took the water that Lu Yiran poured for her, Tang Qi couldn't help laughing when she saw the other party standing cautiously, looking at her with confusion and anxiety.

"Sit down, I'm here to find you, because I have something I want to talk to you about at work."

Lu Yiran carried a plastic round stool, sat opposite her, and asked cautiously, "What job? How did you know about me?"

Tang Qi did not answer Lu Yiran's question directly, but asked her, "Do you like writing novels?"

Lu Yiran shook his head and nodded again, "I write novels because I can make money, and I like jobs that make money."

The frankness of the other party made Tang Qi very fond of, "I can make you a lot of money, ten times your current income, even a hundred times thousand times, would you consider signing my website as a full-time web writer?"