People are in love, Qingmei is actually a star observer

Chapter 45
When Wang Zihuan returned to the bedroom with fried rice in hand, he found that Gao Qiming was holding a video conference with his laptop. He seemed to be discussing changes to "Glory of Heroes". The professional terms were spoken one after another, which sounded like a scripture to Wang Zihuan's ears. , which makes people’s heads ache.

So he took the bowl to the balcony outside, where there was a set of leisure tables and chairs.

The gentle night breeze quietly blew through Wang Zihuan's slightly messy hair, gently caressing his smooth face. There was a faint salty smell of the sea in the air, which made people very comfortable.

"The scenery is very good, but the fried rice is a bit unmatched. A cup of 82 Coke will be perfect."

After filling his stomach, Wang Zihuan closed his eyes, ready to enjoy the tranquility and peace of this moment. He was exhausted physically and mentally after a long day.

Unfortunately, his cell phone rang.

"His grandma's, who is so blind?"

Wang Zihuan picked up the phone without even looking at it, answered the call, and said with a bit of impatience: "Who is calling after [-] o'clock in the middle of the night? Don't you sleep?"

"Haha, you little bastard is so brave. How dare you talk to your mother and me like that?"

The voice of Wang Zihuan's mother, Ai Minhua, came from the phone receiver.

"Oh, it's the Empress Dowager, what do you want from me?" Wang Zihuan's attitude changed 180 degrees.

If you can bend and stretch, you can be your husband.

"Come on, after all, you're famous now, it's up to you whether you recognize me as your mother or not."

Hearing these strange words, Wang Zihuan could imagine the way his mother curled her lips.

"Hahahaha, I don't dare, I don't dare. After all, the son doesn't think the mother is ugly." The prince said with a smile.

"Grandma's legs, are you talking about people?" Ai Minhua was furious.

"It's just a joke, let's liven up the atmosphere. Don't be angry, don't be angry." The prince said in a panic, "Mom, how can you be ugly if you can give birth to such a handsome son like me?"

What he said was sincere. Ai Minhua was definitely a standard northern beauty who didn't speak when she was young.Even though I am older now, I still stand out among the square dance team.

Of course, once he opens his mouth, he can only be regarded as a standard northerner.

"You're a piece of shit and you can still say some human words." Ai Minhua's anger seemed to have subsided a little, and then her tone was full of excitement, "Don't tell me, you are indeed suitable to be an Internet celebrity. Once this show is broadcast, Your name is all over the internet now.”

"Besides, you are really capable. You even made up a story for your breast. If she hadn't left early, I wouldn't have slapped you."

"Mom, what you said is wrong. What do you mean? I have obviously studied hard in college for four years and have perfectly understood the essence of creating topics in journalism, okay?" Wang Zihuan said shamelessly.

He was originally thinking about how to explain this, but his mother agreed that he made it up.

"Bah, who said on the show not to sign up for journalism, but to punch you unconscious if you wanted to sign up? Now the journalism professors have started to criticize you online," Ai Minhua said.

"Really? I'm too busy today and haven't had time to look online yet." Wang Zihuan was not too surprised. After all, he was mentally prepared for the confrontation when he said that.

"But it doesn't matter. It's good for you to be an Internet celebrity. Not to mention how much you earn. After the program was aired just now, several relatives called me. They all said they saw you on TV. Xiaohuan is You are really promising. There was jealousy in his envious tone, which made me feel doubly happy to hear it." Ai Minhua said with pride in her tone, "I have raised you for more than 20 years, and I finally got a chance to let me stand in front of your aunts. I finally felt confident."

"It's all because of your wisdom, mother, that you gave your son this opportunity." The prince sighed happily and flattered him.

All appearances in front of people belong to you, mother, and I, my son, only deserve to be beaten.

Of course, he also understands his mother's feelings. Counting herself, Ai Minhua has four brothers and sisters. Because her parents have better genes, all four of them are handsome boys and girls.

When Wang Zihuan's uncle was young, he was a well-known local prodigal. He wandered around in romantic places for several years, and finally he was attracted by a rich woman, and he achieved the success of being a soft rice and a hard worker.It is said that a nephew is like an uncle, and there is indeed some truth to what the ancients said.

As for the aunt and uncle, they both married into families with good economic conditions. On the contrary, the most beautiful mother married Lao Wang, an ordinary worker.

My mother’s explanation is that when he was young, Lao Wang was not only handsome, but he also played the guitar well and was a girl killer.She was naive and ignorant at the time.

However, after so many years, although my mother has never complained about the poor conditions, every time during the New Year and holiday gatherings, my relatives all drive Mercedes-Benz and BMWs, and only the family of three takes a taxi, so there is a bit of a gap in my heart.

In fact, it is not difficult for the couple to bite the bullet and buy a car worth more than 10 yuan, but since their son said he wanted to stay in Shenhai, the two parents were reluctant to spend this money.After all, Shen Hai's house is too expensive. If you can save more, save more. Then the pressure on your son to buy a house will be less.

Wang Zihuan did not persuade him, because he knew that only by proving his ability to make money would his parents be convinced.However, in recent years, he rarely asked for living expenses. Occasionally doing odd jobs was enough for him to spend on himself.

Ai Minhua snorted proudly, "You have some conscience. You actually refused to participate in the first place, how can I still harm you?"

"Hey, but having said that, which girl do you like?" Ai Minhua's gossip fire began to burn brightly, "I think Liu Xiwan is pretty good, and Yadan is very handsome. Although the family is a bit different, at first glance She is a filial and strong girl, so choose her."

Before Wang Zihuan could answer, Lao Wang's voice came from the receiver, "Son, don't listen to your mother, choose Pei Qianyi, 7 years older is nothing, that woman has impeccable face and figure, and she's also a Celebrity, can your life be any worse after you get married to her? Look at how comfortable your uncle is living now."

"Old Wang, what do you mean by this? Although that girl Liu Xiwan has no job now, she will definitely have a future."

Wang Zihuan stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, feeling a little helpless.He stretched the phone to the farthest point and shouted loudly: "Mom, what are you talking about? Why is there no sound? Why are you still not talking? Is there no signal? In this case, I will hang up first."

However, Ai Minhua on the other side didn't notice that the call had been hung up. She was already arguing with Lao Wang.

"Pei Qianyi is 7 years older than your son. Do you understand that he is 7 years older? Besides, she is a celebrity. What is your son's status now? Can he not be angry when he is with her?"

Ai Minhua looked at Lao Wang who was bending down to mop the floor, and continued: "I refused so many young men who chased me, and I followed you Wang Dongming. In addition to your good looks, you were not afraid of marrying into those rich families and being punished. Well, don’t you understand if you are a well-matched person?”

"Besides, that girl Liu Xiwan is so good. Her appearance and figure are no worse than Pei Qianyi. Although she is a single-parent family, it can be seen that the child is very strong and has not gone astray."

Lao Wang finally finished mopping the last floor, stood up and straightened up and said: "That child is indeed good, but I still think Pei Qianyi is more suitable for our son. Although he is a bit older, celebrities pay attention to maintenance. In two years Zi Huan is about the same age as she looks."

Ai Minhua suddenly stared at Lao Wang with sharp eyes, "It's not like you are an old guy, but now you like Pei Qianyi, a kind of gentle sister."

She herself has nothing to do with the type of gentle sister, but she has to admit that Pei Qianyi's appearance is indeed attractive to both young and old.

Wang Dongming was a little panicked when he was stared at, and immediately explained: "What are you talking about? How old am I? If I were 20 years younger?"

Suddenly, he felt a murderous aura and quickly changed his words: "I said Pei Qianyi is suitable for our son, not because of her good economic conditions, but because she has connections in the entertainment industry, which will be of great help to Zi Huan in the future. .”

"Help? It would be great if your son could become an Internet celebrity. What, he can also sneak into the entertainment industry and become a star?" Ai Minhua didn't know why.

"You don't understand music. Zi Huan's two songs and that piano piece are enough to knock on the door of the entertainment industry." Wang Dongming picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, trying to light it.

Ai Minghua snatched the lighter from his hand, "You still smoke, do you want to die? Don't be so polite, just tell me how much that song can sell for."

"I'm not in that circle, so I don't know much about it. But I guess if I just sell the copyright, I can get 20 for two songs." Wang Dongming, who was not popular, could only put the cigarette in front of his nose to smell it.

"20, so much?" Ai Minhua was slightly startled.

"No, this is just the minimum way to make money. It's not impossible to make millions."

Ai Minhua's pupils trembled, and she clapped her thighs with both hands: "No, I have to call this bastard again."

(End of this chapter)