After The Blind Date Failed, The Rich Woman Tried To Enter My Heart

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Several rich women were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed crazily.

The relationship between the two of them is very good, and this is not meant to be sarcastic.

They were laughing at Xia Shuyi, who was so rich and powerful, but still used such childish things.

You really don’t even know how to spend it if you have money!

"Ah! Mengmeng you!"

Xia Shuyi was so frightened that she ran over and snatched away the toy with a blushing heart. She went back to the bedroom and hid it, and drove out all the children of the rich woman.

Returning to the mahjong table, Xia Shuyi looked at these friends who couldn't help but laugh, and said with a blushing face: "What's so funny, why don't we play cards?"

"Shuyi, I know you don't want other men to interfere in your and Mengmeng's life."

Sister Hong smiled and tried to persuade her: "But life is life, you can't rely on gadgets all your life, right? You are only in your thirties!"

"That's right Shuyi, what kind of man can't you find with this condition? Why do you need to play with such a trivial thing?"

The sister next to her was also trying to persuade her: "Look at me, my damn old man is playing outside every day and every night. I can't possibly stay alone in an empty room, right? Shuyi, you have to live in the present."

"Yes Shuyi, we women must learn to be kind to ourselves."

Another rich woman advised: "We have made so much money in this half of our life, and we will not take it with us until we die. How can we spend it on something that is not a waste? It is not shameful to find a man to play with."

"Geez, don't talk about that in front of kids."

Xia Shuyi glanced at Mengmeng who was playing with her mobile phone with some children on the sofa. After being persuaded by the sisters, she felt even more melancholy: "Okay, okay, let's gather here today, I have to send Mengmeng away." It’s a cram school.”

Seeing that Xia Shuyi didn't want to talk about it, the sisters looked at each other, sighed silently, packed their bags, and left with their children.

After the sisters left, Xia Shuyi looked at the messy mahjong on the table and the empty room, feeling a sense of loneliness in her heart.

The little girl was sitting on the sofa, looking at Xia Shuyi who was holding her chin in a daze, blinking curiously: "Mom, I remember there was no tutoring in the afternoon?"

Xia Shuyi stood up and sat next to the little girl, pinched Mengmeng's face, smiled happily and helplessly: "You girl, you will make me look embarrassed!"

"Mom is not ugly!"

Xia Mengmeng didn't understand what it meant to make a fool of herself. She hugged Xia Shuyi's arm and said extremely proudly: "The teachers said that my mother is much more beautiful than the mothers of other classmates!"

"The little mouth is so sweet!"

Xia Shuyi felt much better after being praised by her daughter. Fortunately, she had a sensible and well-behaved daughter.

"Mom, why doesn't Brother Shen come to play with us recently?"

Xia Mengmeng held the rubber duck that Shen Lang gave her in her hand and asked curiously: "I miss Brother Shen. What is he doing recently? Is he also in school?"

"Mom doesn't know either."

Xia Shuyi sighed melancholy. Since that day, the communication between the two seemed to have been cut off with a knife.

But every time she thought of what happened in the bedroom that day, Xia Shuyi felt her heart beating so fast, and an indescribable sense of shame spread in her heart.

She took out her mobile phone and opened the chat box with Shen Lang, recalling the previous chat records with Shen Lang, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.

...

At noon the next day, Shen Lang was typing away at home, planning to finish the novel he was serializing.

Shen Lang wrote this million-word martial arts novel for almost a year.

Although there are no results, the number of words is large, and perfect attendance can be obtained every month. It is more than enough to earn five to six thousand yuan a month.

Now that he has the system by his side and nearly one million in savings, Shen Lang feels that he will no longer rely on novels for a living.

However, this novel has written so many words, the plot is almost reaching its finale, and it has gained hundreds of loyal fans.

Shen Lang still couldn't bear to see such an innocent eunuch.

He planned to give the protagonist a perfect ending, but it might be suspected of being a bad ending.

Shen Lang's typing speed was extremely fast, and he wrote from morning to four or five in the afternoon. He finally finished the martial arts novel and attached a special chapter with a thank you for the completion.

But the reviews in the comment section are not very good.

[I’ll go, is this the end? Author, you are not a human being! 】

[Okay, there’s an ending, let’s finish it off! 】

[I beg the author not to write emotional scenes in the next book. I find it really embarrassing. Can’t a martial arts novel just let the protagonist level up and fight monsters honestly? 】

Just as Shen Lang was reviewing these readers' messages, a message popped up on WeChat.

Who told him not to coax me: [The flowers are finished, keep working hard for the next book, I am optimistic about you! 】

This is a loyal fan of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang was able to write this book to a million words, and a large part of it was due to this reader.

When Shen Lang first opened this book, the extremely poor writing style and the chronological plot made many readers furious.

But this reader was the only one who not only cheered him up in the comment area, but also used the Zaan dialect with extremely profound cultural heritage to confront these trolls.

He told Shen Lang to ignore these trolls and if he continued writing, it would surely become popular.

Although the book did not become popular until the end, Shen Lang was very grateful to this reader.

Not only did he add her on WeChat, the two of them could sometimes play games together.

It's just that this reader has never turned on the audio, and the typing is only text input. Shen Lang still doesn't know whether he is a boy or a girl.

Shen Lang guessed that he must be a boy. After all, who girl can have such a profound culture in Zu'an?

"I may not write books in the future."

Shen Lang replied: "I plan to change my job to make a living."

Who told him not to coax me: "Huh? Real or fake? What are you going to do?"

After a long sleep, he said: "I don't know, let's take a step and see."

The two briefly chatted for a few words, and then the other party said they were going to eat.

Just when Shen Lang was about to go out to look for food, the WeChat notification sounded again.

Shen Lang thought it was Su Lexuan who came to look for him again, but when he opened WeChat, he saw that it was this damn girl Shen Linlin.

Vampire No. 1: "Lao Deng, I took a look at your crappy book and heard that you have finished it?"

After a long sleep, he said: "Yes, and I don't plan to write a book in the future. Maybe I will ask you two sisters for help in the future."

The person on the other side was typing for a long time, but in the end, he transferred two thousand yuan directly: "I don't have much money to use recently. I'll lend it to you for a while. If you don't have any money, you can ask me for it."

Shen Lang stared at the transfer of two thousand yuan and was stunned for a long time. He typed in disbelief and asked: "Who are you? Give her the phone back quickly!"

Vampire No. 1: "Old Biden, I am your sister!"