Tong jiumo and Mo Qijue stayed in London for three more days and returned home first.

Mo Qijue took the first class.

Mo Qijue wanted to surprise Tong jiumo on the plane, so when the plane was balanced, he said a few words to Tong jiumo, saying that he wanted to go to the bathroom.

Tong jiumo is writing about her food with a computer, and the International Publishing Group has invited her to write a food strategy.

Pay her 50 million direct royalties.

She has to write carefully after receiving so much money from others.

"Mo Mo, what are you writing so seriously?"

Mo Qijue looked at her thinking at the computer.

"I received a copyright fee of 50 million yuan. I originally agreed to let me write a food strategy. I don't know how the person changed his mind and asked me to write food romance novels..."

Tong jiumo looked sad. "You know, 50 million copyright fees. If the story is not good-looking, I'm really worried. I'm sorry for the 50 million copyright fee and trust and expectation of others!"

"Don't worry, what you write must be as beautiful as your people, and it will be a best seller." Mo Qi Jue said with a smile.

For Tong jiumo, he is very confident.

"But I can't write novels." Tong jiumo's melancholy clouds became more severe.

"Then push it out. Don't write it." Mo Qi Jue said.

"I want to, too. The problem is that the publishing house has been giving me money. As soon as I proposed to terminate the contract, they tried their best to give me money. I stopped writing until I stopped..." Tong jiumo reached out and grabbed the clothes of Mo Qi Jue and looked at him pitifully, "husband, you want to help me..."

If you can break the contract and push it off, you can pay as much as you want. The problem is that the publishing house doesn't give it.

A husband, almost the old bones of Mo seven Jue to call crisp.

He softened down, meditated for a while, and said, "well, since it's a romantic novel about food, you can write our story in it. We know each other because of food."

"Is that all right?" Tong jiumo frowned.

"Well, I said yes." Mo Qi Jue nodded and said.

"The Publishing House said that it was going to produce films and television Is it too bloody to write like this? " Children make complaints about nine froth, and write such a childish story. They will be laughed at and will be put to various tucks.

"This is the love story between the tyrannical president and the beautiful kitchen god. What kind of dog blood is there?" Mo seven Jue looked at the frightened child nine Mo said.

Tong nine Mo frowned, "is this really good?"

"It has to be good." Mo Qi Jue nodded and said earnestly.

"You'll be beaten if you write like this." Tong jiumo dare not write like this.

"If anyone dares to beat you, I'll kill him first!" Mo Qi Jue said in a deep voice.

“……” Tong jiumo looked at Mo Qi Jue in silence. After a long time, she looked at Mo Qi Jue's handsome face and asked, "are you sure I'll be OK in this way?"

"Of course it's OK. If you write like this, it will sell well." Mo Qi Jue holds her back brain and kisses her forehead.

"Didn't you say you had to go to the bathroom? Come on. " Child nine foam red small face, push away kiss her Mo seven Jue, whisper.

"I'll go first." Mo seven Jue suddenly thought of something to do, "foam, you write slowly."

Mo Qi Jue got up to leave.

"Well, do you really want to write our story in it?" Tong jiumo frowned.

"Well." Mo Qi Jue nodded.

"What about those Do you want to write it too? " Child nine foam light cough a, red small face asks a way.

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