Dad’s Marvel chat group

The day passed quickly, and Jiajia was very happy. Dad played games with her almost all day today.

After dinner that night, she clamored to watch her mother's live broadcast.

The little girl said she didn't want her mother, but she was very honest.

Upstairs, Xiao Yan turned on the computer, and the father and daughter watched Nalan Yanran's live broadcast together.

Tonight is indeed different from last night. The number of people in the live broadcast room has plummeted, and the number of gifts is far less explosive than yesterday. However, when she sang Invisible Wings, the number of gifts was still very large, and she was able to stay in the top ten of the platform's hourly list.

The total number of gifts is probably more than 10 yuan. After excluding half of the platform and the contract company taking away 30, Nalan Yanran is left with 3.5 yuan. After deducting 20 yuan of tax, it is 2.8 yuan. Compared with the 14 yuan last night, there is no Fabi.

But still earn more than most ordinary people.

In second-tier cities, ordinary people earning 23 yuan a month are relatively wealthy.

Jiajia is so young, she can actually see something.

"Mom doesn't seem to earn as much tonight as last night."

Xiao Yan patted Jiajia on the head and smiled: "Of course, she didn't shoot short videos today, and she didn't have any exciting shows, but her income tonight is not too small."

"How much does dad earn today?"

Jiajia asked heartbrokenly.

Xiao Yan sighed deeply. If it was his own novel, then today's income would be more than 20 yuan.

"Dad has been playing with you today, and I haven't had time to look at it yet."

"Tch, it must be very few."

Jiajia continued to speak heartily. "Father, let's work quickly, otherwise we won't be able to support Jiajia."

"You kid, is your father so unbearable in your eyes?" Xiao Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

"slightly"

Jiajia made a face, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Jiajia is going to sleep, I am so tired from playing games."

""

Xiao Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he could only say: "Then you should rest earlier."

Jiajia really fell asleep quickly. Maybe she was slowly accepting this kind of life. Although her mother was not around, Nalan Yanran called her during the day and could watch her live broadcast at night. Little girl I am very satisfied now.

I slept with tears in my eyes last night, but not tonight.

I believe that in the future, Jiajia will also learn to become stronger slowly.

It was already very late, after all, after Nalan Yanran's live broadcast, Xiao Yan didn't turn on his phone to check today's novel results, neither did his fans or book friends.Instead, I opened the computer file first and wrote my own novel.

A dream is a dream after all.

Plagiarism fights against the sky, no matter how beautiful the data is, it cannot be regarded as his dream. He regards it as making money. Only if it is written by himself, can it be regarded as the persistence and pursuit of his dream.

Therefore, even though Dou Po Cang Qiong's results were very popular, he still did not give up on his own novel.

In the process of coding, time passed quickly. Today, my novel has increased by 2 favorites, and 3 more recommendation tickets. Well, it is very good, and it is also a small progress.

After stretching, it was already past 1 o'clock at night. Even if there is no work during the day, staying up late at night seems to have become a habit.

Turning on the phone, Nalan Yanran didn't even come to chat with her, no matter whether it was a large or small account, they didn't show up.

Sure enough, this woman is really swollen.

Miss Wang didn't tell her too much about her affairs, and Nalan Yanran didn't even want to chat with her anymore, which was very willful.

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and felt a little disappointed.

Resist from looking for her, don't let yourself be too humble.

However, what surprised him was that there was new movement in the Marvel chat group.

Congratulations on grabbing the red envelope from the Hulk