I am just an adopted son, sisters, please stop bothering me

Chapter 51

After reading the comments, all of them were positive.

And there were a lot of people urging for more updates, as many as 40,000 or 50,000, and the number of people urging for more updates would increase significantly every time the background was refreshed.

Chu Nan looked at the dense messages urging for more updates and the 99+ private messages in the background, all of which were irritating him.

He quickly updated the author's words.

"Make up for what I owe today tomorrow!"

Then he looked at the gift...

"Fuck! This!"

Looking at the gift worth more than 10,000 yuan, he was completely numb.

It's only a few tens of thousands of words, do you have to be so crazy? !

You are really hungry.

......

At the same time, the Chu family.

Chu Lingshuang sat in front of her computer and sent a screenshot of her reward to Chu Nan on QQ.

Ye Shuang Wuhen: "Why don't you update? Are you stuck?"

Ye Shuang Wuhen: "I told you to write an outline a long time ago. Look, this is the consequence of not writing an outline!"

Ye Shuang Wuhen: "Picture.jpg"

Ye Shuang Wuhen: "I gave you a little money, hurry up and write the outline for me."

"Hey, such a good novel, you bastard author, please don't give up."

Chu Nan looked at the message, and his mouth twitched slightly.

Hu Ye: "Thank you for the reward."

Hu Ye: "I bought a computer today, it will arrive tomorrow. It's too difficult to type on a mobile phone."

Hu Ye: "But, there is really no outline, and even if there is, I won't show it to you."

Hu Ye: "Picture.jpg" (smirk)

"Bang!"

Chu Lingshuang was so angry that her chest was heaving, and she punched the computer desk.

"This bastard author!"

"Just wait!"

"If this book continues to be so popular, we will definitely meet offline, and then I will find someone to punish you!"

〳 ᓀ ﹏ ᓂ 〵

But these thoughts were just her thoughts.

Chu Lingshuang was so timid that she would not dare to cut even if she was asked to put a knife on the enemy's neck.

......

Chu Nan looked at the comments in the comment area and planned to update a chapter. He had to pamper his readers.

He typed quickly, and now he had already typed faster than most people on his phone.

At this time, Chu Lingwei had finished his meal and had taken a bath.

"Xiao Nan, do you want to take a bath?"

Chu Lingwei looked at his back. Because he had carried him on his back today, the bandage on his back was bleeding faintly.

"What? You are still rubbing my body?" Chu Nan raised his head, a little expectant.

Although I can't eat it, why not have such a beautiful woman to help me scrub my body?

And can I tease her and cultivate my sentiments?

"Dream, I can help you in your dream!"

Chu Lingwei rolled her eyes at him unhappily, her expression was very charming.

"Tsk, boring."

Chu Nan published a new chapter, then put away his phone and went into the bathroom.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, and Chu Lingwei was not sleepy at all.

Without a job, and without any hobbies, she didn't know what she should do now.

As for finding a job, she didn't have this idea for the time being.

The blow that day was a bit too big for her.

Chu Lingwei lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with open eyes.

"Why did Dad do this to me and Xiaonan?"

"As a father, can't you be a little more tolerant towards your children?"

"Do you have to do this just to keep me above you?"

"How did you say those words?"

"Why can other parents love their children at all costs, but you..."

"Dad...Mom...you disappoint me so much..."

At this moment, in her subconscious, Chu Tiankuo is still her stubborn, arrogant and unreasonable father.

But obviously, even if the two can really reconcile in the future, the relationship between father and daughter will never return to the past.

The cracks in emotions are the most difficult to repair, whether it is family affection, love, or friendship.

Chu Lingwei's nose was sour, and the more she thought about the scenes that happened during the day, the more her heart hurt.

She could see that Chu Tiankuo's words during the day were all to anger her.

But...does she have to endure this anger?

Why?

At that time, Chu Lingwei didn't realize that the rebellious mentality that she had suppressed more than ten years ago finally broke out.

She was going to go against him, and in the secular concepts she had accepted, everything Chu Tiankuo did to her was wrong.

Chu Lingwei had a clear conscience about this.

But now lying on the bed, removing all disguises, those cold words pierced her heart.

And...

Lin Baozhu wanted to sell herselfChu Nan revealed all her thoughts of leaving.

Her mother's behavior was like another blow to her already slightly broken heart.

"Woo..."

The pain in her heart made Chu Lingwei unable to hold on any longer.

After all, she was also a child, the child of Chu Tiankuo and Lin Baozhu. Which child didn't want the love of her parents?

"The old photos are still in that room ~ "

Suddenly, Chu Nan's slightly low voice came from the bathroom.

He was a little happy. After all, he had just gotten 1.6 million for free yesterday. Today, not only did he break off relations with the Chu family, but his book also became popular. With the buff of taking a bath, he couldn't help but hum "Thank You for Having Come" from his previous life.

"Everything in the past is still imprinted in my heart ~ "

"Thank you for having been here ~ "

"Even if you are a passerby ~ "

"I can't let go ~ "

"......"

Chu Lingwei stopped crying and began to listen quietly.

"You can't hear every word I said ~ "

"The scenes of memories keep emerging ~ "

Chu Lingwei couldn't cry anymore. She lay on her back with tears filling her eyes. Under the light of the fluorescent lamp, her vision became white.

Although she could tell that this was a love song, it was very appropriate for her now.

The rebukes, the roars, and the resolute words, the scenes really kept emerging.

But Chu Nan, with the buff of the bathroom's own echo, sang more and more happily, and completely entered a state of selflessness.