My Devil Young Master

An chuxia could not help but step back two steps before standing still. Jiang Yuanyuan's clear words came from his ear late summer? Why is this name so familiar? wait! Isn't that her pseudonym from the bookshelf net?

"Mummy, don't cry. What's going on?" If you treat Jiang Yuanyuan as a mother, you might as well treat her as a child. Sometimes she often thinks that if she can live like Jiang Yuanyuan, then she will be happy. She has a husband who loves her. Although her mouth is hard, she still thinks about her son everywhere

Oh, my God. How could she have such an idea? Is she old? Bah, bah, bah, she is still very young. It's a time when she can't stand up to the world!

He continued to cry a few more times. Jiang Yuanyuan raised his head from an chuxia's arms. He cried bitterly on his face. If Uncle Han saw her like this, he would surely die of heartache. Just ready to continue to comfort her, Jiang Yuanyuan tightly pulled her hand to the computer, pointed to the screen and said, "in early summer, this person is likely to take away my position in the bookshelf net. What should I do?"

Close to the screen, the red title of the book "don't kiss me, the devil master" ranks first in the recommendation list and review list, while Jiang Yuanyuan's novel ranks second. Anchu summer full of black lines, her maiden work how can, can make such a big response!

Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Yuanyuan began to cry again: "this is a bloody thing! The novice who didn't sign the contract could write the novel so funny. Although the heroine was a little bit retarded, she wrote better than mine! I can't help chasing Literature I despise her. I despise her! "

Taking a deep breath, she awkwardly pulled Jiang Yuanyuan's hand, and then sat in front of the computer to withdraw Jiang Yuanyuan's account number, input the word "end of summer", and then type in a few passwords. She immediately jumped into the backstage of the writer center at the end of summer. Jiang Yuanyuan couldn't believe his eyes and pointed to an chuxia: "you, you, you..."

"Mommy, I really don't know that my rotten articles have been read and robbed of your first place in the list. But you can rest assured that if you are not happy, I will delete this novel without saying a word! I'm here to ask you if I want to sign a contract. Now it seems that I may not be suitable for writing novels. And I don't have much time, hehe... " Her simple and honest appearance made Jiang Yuanyuan cry again, and her crying was even worse than before.

An chuxia was flustered immediately. He took out some tissues from a box of tissue paper and handed them to Jiang Yuanyuan: "don't cry, Mommy. Didn't I say that I would never write novels again? I swear, never again... " Her mouth was suddenly covered by Jiang Yuanyuan.

Looking at Jiang Yuanyuan in bewilderment, who knows that she has already changed into a very happy look like a face change in the quintessence of Chinese culture: "little early summer, if you don't write novels, then Mummy will never pay attention to you again!"

"Ah?" She blinked. After Jiang Yuanyuan had withdrawn her hand with a smile, she began to speak suspiciously: "do you mean Let me continue to write novels? "

"Nonsense!" Now, I've got a round tear line on your face! By the way, when I signed the contract, in order not to let those editors open the backstage for me, so I used the ID card of the domestic servant. Now I will go to ask for another one to sign for you! You wait

After that, she disappeared like a gust of wind