The secret of a black-bellied husband

Chapter 102 Writing a book is about making money (1)
"If you don't carry it for me, I can ask the staff in the mall to help. I've spent money. I'm a customer and I'm a high-end VIP. Otherwise, I don't drive, and I can still take a taxi."

Lu Zhanjiang thought with a dark face, she has become smarter now, and now he doesn't feel that he looks down on her anymore, so he snorted angrily, loosened his collar and went in to change clothes.

Sun Jiajun looked at the things all over the floor and felt a headache. He took the vegetables he bought into the kitchen to find out the plates one by one, and then cooked and fried them. It was so convenient. He was on the phone when the meals were ready. , just um, huh, and didn't say anything else. Those who didn't know thought it was because they were afraid of others listening. Then Sun Jiajun remembered that it seemed that Lu Zhanjiang seldom said anything on the phone, except for answering, very rarely. Hearing him chatting gossip and the like with others, I thought maybe I was too bored, and only I could do this kind of thing.

Before he hung up the phone, Lu Zhanyuan's call came in. Lu Zhanyuan is also a master, as if nothing happened, talking on the phone with her, Sun Jiajun likes to gossip, and he didn't even hang up the phone. It seems that there has never been any trouble between them, and it has never been difficult because of a man.

"Jiajun, it's good to talk to you. I'm going to hang up. You can accompany my brother." Then there was an inexplicable teasing voice.

Sun Jiajun hung up the phone helplessly, and it took him a long time to realize what he was doing?She didn't seem to have said anything to her, and Lu Zhanyuan had a lot of fun talking by herself.

Throwing Lu Zhanyuan aside, this is not her worry. Looking at the dishes on the dinner table, they look very good. His knife skills are good, much better than her own.

"Lu Zhanjiang, do you still want to eat? If you don't eat, then don't eat." She changed her tone, looked in his direction and shouted.

Lu Zhanjiang changed the clothes he usually wears at home. He seems to like white very much, but his clothes at work rarely have this color except shirts. She has never understood him.

"Are you still angry? Why are you angry because you can't afford it?" She took a bite of her meal and watched him complaining.

Lu Zhanjiang ignored her until he put down the bowl and chopsticks after eating, then got up and told her.

"We're moving."

After finishing speaking, Sun Jiajun didn't even have a chance to ask him why he moved. She thought it was a great place, and his phone rang again. Lu Zhanjiang walked over to pick it up, took a look at Sun Jiajun and went into the study.

Sun Jiajun put all the plates and bowls into the sink, washed his hands, put on hand cream, and followed him in. Lu Zhanjiang was still talking on the phone, but she didn't knock on the door. She sat on his lap and picked up the hand cream. He put one hand on his waist, holding his waist to eavesdrop, eavesdropping in a fair and honest manner.

It's boring, I thought it was a woman, but it turned out to be some messy business in the company, and I don't know why he is so busy.

After hanging up the phone, he put the phone on the table and looked at her. Sun Jiajun met his gaze.

"Dishwasher?" He whispered a few words on his lips.

Why do you brush it yourself?Sun Jiajun doesn't want to do the dishes. Although she is not tired, she doesn't want to do it. She also goes to work, and she has to work overtime when she comes back. She is very tired. Besides, she has to wait on him. No matter how you look at it, Lu Zhanjiang should do the dishes That's right, otherwise you can do it if you ask your aunt, Sun Jiajun thought for granted.

"No."

"Go and brush." ​​He asked her to stand up very flatly.

Sun Jiajun pouted: "I'm really tired. I work all day at the company, and I have to cook when I come back, and I have to write later. I'm very busy."

"Jia Jun, greed does not end well."

Sun Jiajun still washed some dishes, and she had a faint feeling that these would be her own work in the future.

The house was found very quickly, and maybe he had already found it. In the villa area in the area, there were people looking at the decoration of the two floors. She just had to go over and have a look. Let's get a nanny, when Sun Jiajun told Lu Zhanjiang, he let Sun Jiajun handle these things by himself on the grounds that these things are easy and easy to do.

Sun Jiajun's nose is about to smoke, what's the solution?
She was born just to finish cooking?
Or was it born to do laundry?

Talked to Wei Xiaobai on the phone, but was scolded by him.

"Please, you're a girl, so you should do all the work. It's fine if you're really busy. You're just busy."

Sun Jiajun felt that Wei Xiaobai was defecting, how could she say that about herself, she was very busy, really busy, busy going to the company every day to sleep.

She wanders into the company at nine o'clock, then types and writes in the office, eats at noon, sleeps after eating, or enters the office at nine o'clock. There is a small bed in her office, and she sleeps until she gets off work. What she has to do every day is to sign, don't worry about anything else, it's very simple.

But writing is in trouble. When a person who writes begins to feel that it is not too difficult, it is quite simple, but now I really realize that inspiration does not come at any time. You have to catch its tail at any time, and think of something immediately. She had to get up from the bed. She tried not to get up today and continued tomorrow, but when she woke up, she felt different, and everything fell apart.

The result of this torment is that Lu Zhanjiang's face is getting darker and darker. He feels that if she moves, he will wake up, and he won't be able to sleep when he wakes up, but Sun Jiajun can't take care of it. She has to take care of herself, like a psychopath , In the middle of the night, I was holding the notebook and typing with the light on my face. That kind of sound made it even more difficult for Lu Zhanjiang to fall asleep.

Even tonight, he just got mad, got up without saying anything, just pulled out the money, pulled out...

Sun Jiajun wanted to fight with him, and he wrote it for almost two hours, but in the end he lost it all at once, two hours, nothing.

She really wanted to beat him, but she was afraid she couldn't beat him.

"Please pour me a glass of water." He ordered quite casually. Is he his nanny?
Sun Jiajun took a deep breath and went to the kitchen, found ice water and poured him a glass: "It's best to cool you to death."

(End of this chapter)