Wife Please Be Obedient

"Is it too real?"

"Really, real."

Dad He and He Shan looked at the big pig in the back seat in the kitchen, and they were silent for a long while not knowing what to say.

"This can't be finished...make bacon, and then send half of it to Xiao Cun, enough for them to eat for half a year."

"Well, that's okay, it looks quite fresh, and it tastes good when cooked."

The two inside were discussing how to deal with it. Outside, Qin Guanglin and Zhao Qing could sit and chat together, He Cheng ran around, grabbing some snacks later, and then ran elsewhere.

"You drew these all by yourself? I watched it for a while last night, and an hour or two passed without knowing it."

Zhao Qing took the cell phone to show Qin Guanglin his progress. In more than a year, he had accumulated a lot of paintings on it, and he could not finish it in a short while.

"Well, I draw them when I'm bored, to make those readers and friends happy." Qin Guanglin scratched his head and smiled, not saying that the main reason was to be happy.

Just die of acid.

"Yes... I think reading is 100,000+, so do you mainly do this now?"

Zhao Qing didn't believe too much about his saying that he was boring to paint casually. Anyone who paints can become popular, so funny?

It's not that she doesn't understand the public account. According to Qin Guanglin's number of fans and reading, a little operation can make tens of thousands a month.

Money is not important, mainly to make readers and friends happy?

Do you think you are Ma Guanglin?

She put away the phone and sighed, "I also tried to do a little common sense account. Since the media age, it turns out that I can’t do it. Not only does it have technology, but it also has to be intelligent—not as good as your young people. what."

"Good luck... I mainly paint freely after get off work. No one knows how it suddenly became so popular."

Qin Guanglin really didn’t know how easy it is to make a profit on a public account. Since he pushed down the King Kong Ring advertisement, there have been a few more advertisements. At that time, his fans were only about 20,000. Although they were very active, the price could not be raised. The painting rights should be left as a souvenir. I didn't rectify those vain heads. Some people left messages and cooperated and ignored the past. Up to now, the number of fans has exceeded 100,000 and I haven't received the advertisement seriously.

Looking at the large row of messages that reminded him of marriage and blessings every day, he couldn't find North, so there was no time to deal with them.

"Is the work going well? I heard Xiao Jian said that he was planning to buy a house this year?" Zhao Qing asked.

Qin Guanglin turned his head to see what's wrong. Seeing her smiling at herself, he couldn't help but grabbed her hand and kneaded it, and nodded: "Yes, I've been watching it now, waiting for her to choose a good place-work..."

Speaking of work, he came to the spirit, pretending to continue unconsciously: "This year's work is pretty smooth, and I have been promoted to a small director, otherwise I can't buy a house so quickly..."

Why not squeeze his palm hard, it will show off.

Zhao Qing pretended not to see the small actions of the two of them, and thought about the words director in his heart, and tentatively said: "The scale of your company...?"

Her main job is to fight economic lawsuits and commercial lawsuits. She has a deep understanding of this aspect. Unlike Dad Ho, she doesn’t even know what the chief writer is. The director is not a position that can be obtained through qualifications. There must be something ordinary people do not have. Talent can be worthy of the words "general" and "supervisor"-this man is not as old as a qualified one, either for bragging, or for a small company with a big ass, promotion and playfulness.

Qin Guanglin felt a little guilty, scratching his head and said, "More than a hundred people, small company."

He even counted the people who Chen Rui made the platform.

"..."

Zhao Qing's eyebrows jumped. There are more than 100 people in the painting company, so young to be a director...

Why not find a ghost... Bah, I found a treasure.

No wonder 80,000 donated without blinking in the face of 200,000.

Money is willful, lose!

"Ah... It's amazing, no wonder Xiaohu is not willing to come back in Los Angeles."

Zhao Qing saw the two leaning together to play with their fingers, looked up to see the time, got up and said: "I should go cooking, you sit first."

"Eh..." Qin Guanglin was about to get up to help, thinking that cooking with his sister-in-law seemed weird, and then turned off.

Seeing Zhao Qing go into the kitchen, he rubbed his face, "Aren't you going to help with cooking?"

"With my brother, the kitchen is uncomfortable to be crowded, let them do it."

Why not stretch out your hand in his pocket, take out the fruit candy, and bring out a red envelope, look up at him, and beckon to He Cheng, "Xiao Cheng, come and call my uncle."

"Little uncle!" He Cheng, the thief spirit, saw the red envelope in her hand and shouted at Qin Guanglin, without any delay.

"Hey, my little uncle gave it to you. I put it away." Why not put the red envelope in his pocket with a smile, and then took out a candy, "Can you eat?"

"No, I like chocolate."

He Cheng didn't like fruit candies. He grabbed two candies from the fruit plate on the table and gave Qin Guanglin one. "Little uncle eats candies."

kitchen.

Zhao Qing heard He Cheng's voice outside and shook his head, "Your sister is really good at picking it."

"Huh?" He Shan was still using a knife to fiddle with the pig in the back seat, and he couldn't help but glance at her when he heard this, "how do you say?"

"Qin Guanglin looks mediocre, so young, he got a director... and his official account." Zhao Qing added these two together, licked his lips and said: "I guess he earned a month. Money is almost the same without six figures."

"How many?!"

The knife in He Shan's hand almost fell, he raised the volume sharply, glanced outside, and then lowered his voice, "Isn't he bragging?"

"No, this is my own estimate. He didn't say how much he earned, but he never left ten." Zhao Qing had already figured out why he was holding the card in the mall.

"No wonder donating tens of thousands of dollars is the same as someone who has nothing to do... Even if you don't even look down on 200,000, you can really earn it." She couldn't help but sigh, "Fortunately, nothing happened that time. If the bottle was stupid. , I guess it is possible for your sister to stab those dregs with a knife."

"..."

He Shan looked at the pig's back seat on the chopping board and then at the outside, always feeling unrealistic.

It's reasonable to think about it again, staying in Los Angeles all year round and not coming back...Isn't it, there are people who eat deliciously and drink spicy food, and want to come back to this small place.

"Yes, the less money is, the more you like to pretend, like this kind of self-assured...whatever you want to give, and what you want to give, pick the practical ones." He Shan patted the pig's back seat, "True and honest... Who can tell that this guy is still rich?"

"People just like to be low-key, just like your sister, who has published a book and is like a okay person, and donates the money after changing hands... It's not unreasonable that these two people can get together."

Zhao Qing picked the vegetables and sighed. When he first saw him, he felt that the kid was stupid and silly, and it matched his lazy temperament. Looking at it now, the two of them do match well, but it's another way.

"You're right." He Shan stopped struggling with Qin Guanglin and what happened, and continued to fiddle with the pig's back seat, knowing that she was doing well.

"What's really right?"

"You said last night that Xiao Chui is an adult, so I don't need to worry about it so much-indeed, I have lived in this small chaotic place for half my life, and my vision is different. I can't worry about it."

He Shan shook his head and sighed, "I was thinking about asking her to come back here to teach, find a safe family to marry, how tired the big city is... I am tired because we have no ability, and those who have the ability can live comfortably everywhere."

Zhao Qing rolled his eyes, "You are not capable."

"I can do it, I'm not capable." He Shan nodded and responded, "Anyway, it's enough to live our little life, isn't it good now?"

"Yes, it's good, come over and kiss me."

He Shan laughed and leaned forward, "That's right..." He raised his head and saw a small head poking out of the kitchen door, his eyes were gurgling, and suddenly stuck.

"What did the **** peek at?!"

"I saw nothing!"

He Cheng yelled and slipped back to the living room, Qin Guanglin quickly sat down with him.

"Just saw what your dad did?" Why not ask curiously.

"Seeing my dad doing what the little uncle did just now."

"..."