Chapter 229

Qin Guanglin carried a bag of money upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a fragrance.

"Stew again?"

"Yes, I came back early today." Why not take a spoon in the kitchen to skim oil, see him back and a little surprise, "the earliest time back?"

"At the end of the month, who doesn't want to reunite with his family?"

"What did you mention, gift? Or... "

"Guess what." Qin Guanglin picked his eyebrows happily, sat down on the sofa, put his bag on the table, and waved his hands with open arms, "come here, hug."

"You look so proud."

Why don't you hum, untie your apron, come out and give him a hug, take the bag and open it, and you're shocked.

"How can you get so much money?"

"I earned it through a hard month." Qin Guanglin was very satisfied with her reaction. When he said it, he was calm. Now is it silly to see real gold and silver?

"What's wrong with your boss? Why send cash directly? "

“…… Maybe that's the way it looks. It's shocking. It's powerful. "

Chen Rui probably never thought of it. He sent out 50000 yuan in cash and finally got a bad comment.

Why don't you take a wad of new money and go through it all over again? Qin Guanglin doesn't care how happy he is? Isn't that great? "

"Well, it's better to feel the cash."

Why don't you smile so much that your eyes are narrowed, sit on Qin Guanglin's lap and caress him with money again, listening to the voice of RMB, I feel happy.

Counting money is the most reassuring thing for housewives. Although it is said that enough money is enough to spend, Qin Guanglin has been working day and night for a month, and she is distressed. Now that she gets what she gets, with a stack of red tickets in front of her, who doesn't like it?

"No wonder, I usually rub into the kitchen to make a fuss. Today, I'm sitting here waiting for me to come and hold me. I'm confident."

Why don't you put the money back in the bag, turn around and kiss him, "don't you have to be busy next month?"

"It's new year's day. In a few more months, there will be cars." Qin Guanglin leaned back on the sofa and said softly, "if I could be so busy for a year, I would like to earn a suite."

If you work harder now, you will enjoy more later.

He didn't hear the echo. He looked up. He was looking at him.

"I advise you to put an end to this dangerous idea."

"What's the danger?" Qin Guanglin naturally said: "it's not good for us to buy our own house and live in our own house? You don't have to rent someone else, you don't have to pay someone else's rent... "

"You've burned yourself out?"

“…… You don't know how well I am? "

"Bah, virtue." Why not spit at him, stand up and go to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"I have something to show you, too."

As she spoke, she went into her bedroom, and the short film came out again. She took a book in her hand and put it in front of Qin Guanglin. "The novel is officially published. Please call me he great writer in the future."

"It's more than half a year since it was published..."

Qin Guanglin said that, but his face was full of surprise, "it looks good, what else?"

When his girlfriend officially published the book, he had to be surprised - the writer, the author who published the book, which is usually seen on the Internet and on TV. Today, he finally saw the living one.

Or a girlfriend who sleeps together every day. It's beautiful when you think about it.

"No, there's only the first volume at present - the book number alone will have to work for several months. Now the progress is very fast."

"I remember when you sent the manuscript, it was a thick pile..." Qin Guanglin was a little puzzled and shook the book in his hand. "It's several times thicker than this book. How can we get two or three?"

"It's for the editor You don't understand. One by one, one by one. "

Why don't you open the front page and point it out to him: "this book has my autograph. I'll give it to you. You make a lot of money."

"Thank you for taking it back to my mother tomorrow to let her know how good my girlfriend is."

Qin Guanglin flipped through the book and said, "well, where is the art you wrote that day? I'll learn to see if I can... "

"I haven't submitted the manuscript yet. Let's wait for next year." Why don't you roll your eyes to him.

Hum, man.

I'll look for those things.

"Well Do you have a woman crying Ah Qin Guanglin's hand was severely bitten. He did not dare to hide it again. He stood up with a book and said, "I'll go in and watch your masterpiece and make a good soup."

"Hum!" Why don't you stare at him bitterly, "money is also brought in, put in the living room, not afraid of being missed?"

"It's OK. You can save tomorrow I'd better make time to save it. It's troublesome to send a bunch of cash. "

Qin Guanglin shook his head and went into the bedroom with money and a book in one hand.

Why don't you save so much cash? It's not very safe. In case someone stares at you on the road Safety is the most important.……

When Qin's mother saw the book, her reaction was much bigger than that of Qin Guanglin. Her eyes were not wide enough. She ran to the bedroom and put on her glasses. She rubbed the book cover with her hands and asked uncertainly, "why not write it?"

"Well, yes."

"Out of the book?"

"It's in your hands, isn't it?"

"Well What's wrong with your name? Why can't I find it... " Qin's mother read the book over and over, and wanted to make sure again.

"Pseudonym. People use pseudonyms when they write books. Here, the flowers are blooming. It's so big."

Qin Guanglin reluctantly pointed out to her, "this is the first book, and the second and third volumes will be published later How do I feel that you are happier now than when I sold my paintings for thousands of yuan? "

"Oh, the flowers are blooming. That's a good name. Yes, all writers use pseudonyms." Looking at the name on the book, Qin's mother laughed. After a while, she looked up at him and said, "if you just draw a broken picture, why don't you be a writer? Does the writer know? And a Book Can you draw like that? "

"I'm a painter. She's a writer. It's the same Forget it, the writer is good, the writer is good, OK

Qin Guanglin sighed. He didn't want to talk about it with her. Anyway, painters and writers belong to his own family.

If you think about it carefully, Qin Ma only knows Lao She, Lu Xun and other writers, but none of the famous painters. This is an automatic alignment between why not and Lu Xun.

In her eyes, they are all writers, no difference.

"This girl is good. She can teach students how to write and publish books Tut. " Qin's mother felt the cover of the book like a baby and looked at Qin Guanglin with a look of disgust. "Such a good girl..."

"Well, well, well." Qin Guanglin quickly reached out to interrupt, took the book back, and said with a smile, "it's a thousand miles marriage. What's the difference? I'm not bad either. It's a match made in heaven. You wait for her to call you Ma, ah. "

"Bang When shall we go? "

"Next year, try to do it next year!"