"Why?"
Puzzled, the book spirit asked, "What about your readers?"
How many parents still expect to tell their children?
” JoAnn was silent.
"Then let's think it's to make money, Qiao An, think about it, how popular is Gu Qiao now?
You know, the first person in children's novels in China, Gu Qiao's words are money, money, you don't want it. ” "Don't."
JoAnn didn't want to say more.
When she first started writing children's novels, she was just in college, serialized online, the word count was small, and the updates were slow, because she had been in publishing.
In addition, a comic version was later released, a style that children like, so in the past few years, she has been publishing style, and the money she earns is also the money of publishing.
But now, Qiao An felt ashamed, so he could only stop writing.
She knows how powerful the Ji family is.
This is a world of capital.
"Joan, what the hell is wrong?"
Shuling pulled Joan's clothes: "You tell me." ” "It's fine."
Qiao An smiled at Shuling: "I don't want to write, if I wasn't afraid that you would be hungry, I wouldn't have written a word yesterday." ” "So if you don't know that I exist in this life like in the previous life, will you just seal the pen?"
Shuling was angry: "I ignore you, I'm running away from home." ” Its dark and bright eyes turned red: "If you invite me, I won't come back." ” Without waiting for Qiao An to speak, the book spirit drifted away.
Floating all the way outside, the book spirit was so angry that he kicked the big tree on the side of the road with his little foot, and he was angry.
In the evening, the book spirit did not return.
Jo Ann searched the house and didn't see it.
Especially the book spirit, she has read every book, and she is afraid of which book the book spirit hides in to sleep.
However, she still did not find the book spirit.
After two days like this, the book spirit did not return.
In the past two days, Qiao Anxin was restless and couldn't do anything.
She didn't even answer Gu Zhiheng's call.
On Saturday night, Qiao An accompanied Song Yun to go out for a walk, and it was not until half past eight in the evening that the two came back.
Seeing the familiar car, Qiao An knew that Gu Zhiheng was back.
"Mom, I'll go back to the room first."
After saying this to Song Yun, Qiao An hurriedly went upstairs.
When I went to the bedroom, I saw that the man was sitting upright on the sofa, standing tall.
"Come here."
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gu Zhiheng beckoned to Qiao An.
Joan walked over slowly.
"Think I don't?"
When he got closer, Gu Zhiheng stretched out his long arms and hugged Qiao An and let her sit on his lap, and the two powerful arms tightly encircled Qiao An's slender waist, full of possessiveness.
He liked to hold her like this, and she had nowhere to dodge.
"Yes."
Joan whispered, "Why didn't you say a word to me when you came back?"
” "Happy?"
Gu Zhiheng hooked his lips and smiled.
"Happy."
JoAnn was genuinely happy.
"I'm happy too."
Gu Zhiheng lowered his head and bit Qiao An's red lips fiercely, it was so sweet.
Qiao An pushed him, but instead of pushing him away, Gu Zhiheng held his hands.
She stammered, "I'm uncomfortable sitting like you, I want to sit on the soft sofa, you're too hard." ” Gu Zhiheng deliberately misinterpreted her meaning: "You can be soft, and you only like me if I am hard." ” What exactly is he referring to?
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Joan's face flushed.
Gu Zhiheng didn't tease her anymore, there was a hint of doubt on his cold face: "Why can't you find that article?"
” "What text?"
Jo Ann asked rhetorically.
"A little cloth pocket in the countryside."
Gu Zhiheng has been chasing, reading it on the Internet, and buying books to read.