The host of fast time travel is forced to marry every day

Chapter 233 Write a Love Letter to You (1)

"Jingle bell jingle bell."

It's the sound of a cell phone ringing.

Yuan Yao came back to her senses, rummaged for a while on the table full of drawing papers, and finally found the phone.

She answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello? Yaoyao? It's me, Wen Tong! Have you set off yet? Do you want me to pick you up?"

Yuan Yao froze for a moment, and Hua Hua frantically reminded her in her mind, "Yao Yao! Classmate reunion!"

Yuan Yao blinked, and hurriedly replied, "Tongtong, I can go there by myself, you go first!"

"Alright! See you at the hotel then!"

Yuan Yao let out a "hmm" and then hung up the phone.

She glanced at the messy coffee table in front of her.

In addition to the full drawing paper on the coffee table, there is also a computer and a drawing board.

Next to the computer was a bowl of unfinished instant noodles and a half cup of milk tea.

Yuan Yao recalled the identity information she just received.

The original owner is a professional illustrator, and his daily job is to illustrate books and paintings for magazines and some writers.

And every time she received a job, she would enter this state of forgetting to eat and sleep.

And today, she has not had time to eat since she got up, and she just made a bowl of instant noodles because she was too hungry.

All kinds of instant noodles are the most popular in the original owner's house.

However, she forgot that there was a high school reunion tonight, so she had just eaten a few mouthfuls of instant noodles when she received a call from her high school classmate Wen Tong.

Yuan Yao looked at the bowl of instant noodles that was still steaming, and then covered her hungry stomach, which was already a little sore. Finally, she turned around and went to the bedroom, changed her clothes and went out.

Anyway, when we arrived at the hotel, it was probably time for dinner.

Bear with it.

Sure enough, as Yuan Yao expected, because she was late, and when she arrived at the hotel box, several dishes had already been served on the table one after another.

As soon as Wen Tong saw her, he quickly waved, "This way!"

Yuan Yao didn't care about other people's scrutiny, and went directly to Wen Tong and sat down.

Wen Tong poured her a glass of water, "Why is it so late? Have you been urged to write again?"

Although Wen Tong and her were at the same table in high school, but because of their good relationship, they still kept in touch after college, so they both had a better understanding of the dynamics of the two parties.

Yuan Yao nodded helplessly, then took a sip of the water.

Wen Tong looked at her face and frowned slightly, "There's no need to rush the manuscript to such an extent, right? See how bad your face is now?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao touched her face and said indifferently, "It should be because there is no makeup on."

Wen Tong thought it made sense, so he didn't say anything else.

At this time, a man next to him asked with a smile, "What is Yuan Yao doing now? Why does she seem so busy?"

Yuan Yao looked at him slightly confused.

Wen Tong poked her arm, then whispered in her ear, "This is the monitor."

Oh, monitor.

That is the organizer of this reunion.

Yuan Yao quickly smiled, "I'm working as an illustrator."

"Illustrator?"

Another girl on the side suddenly became interested, "I remember you used to like drawing very much, can you show us your current works?"

Yuan Yao nodded, "Yes!"

She took out her mobile phone, casually dug out a few pieces of her published works, and handed them to the girl.

The girl read it, and then showed it to several other interested students.

They gasped.

"Wow that's a great drawing"

Yuan Yao was about to say the award, but a girl who had been silently sizing up Yuan Yao suddenly asked, "How much can I earn a month as an illustrator?"

(End of this chapter)