Almighty Star Daddy

? Inoue walked home with a tired body, pushed open the door, "I'm back."

Inoue was not in a good mood, not because he was attacked collectively in the manga club just now, and he had long disliked the phenomenon of these people in the manga club slandering them because they thought they were noble and inferior to them. In his opinion, it is impossible to create good works in this way, but if he really wants to make his comics look good, and some people like to read them, it is not to compare Han Mo, but to surpass Han Mo.

But Inoue has been working hard to improve himself, but there are still no sales. Even those who laugh at him are better than him. Although many people ask him to make his comics more commercial, he doesn't want to. Comics are his ideals all the time. , He is drawing with his own soul. If he is made to bow to his interests, he is selling his soul. In the hearts of others, this idea is ridiculous, but in Inoue’s heart, drawing manga is sacred.

Hearing her husband's voice, Zhou Qingci, who was still cooking in the kitchen, came out, "How's it going, have you finished this batch of manuscripts?"

Works submitted to the manga club must be approved by the manga club, and only through approval can the manuscript fee be paid. Of course, for some comics, everyone may pay the manuscript fee in advance or request a manuscript, but authors like Inoue can only use this method.

Inoue shook his head and put the schoolbag on the shelf by the door.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Zhou Qingci's brows, but it disappeared for a moment, and then he said with a smile, "It's okay, there will always be someone who will appreciate it. I like your paintings very much, they are simply amazing."

Inoue originally didn't want to bring his depressed emotions home, but when his wife asked about the delivery of the manuscript, he still couldn't help it. Looking at his wife's relieved eyes at this moment, he felt a little guilty for not bringing good news to his wife. move.

"Maybe only you will like my paintings." Inoue sighed softly.

"Since I like it, others will like it too." Zhou Qingci said indifferently.

Inoue really wanted to squeeze out a big smile to comfort his wife, but he really couldn't, and finally turned into a weird expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, which actually made Zhou Qingci laugh.

The wife's smile came from the heart, cute and gentle, and Inoue also laughed.

Originally, when he entered the door, he was still carrying a bad mood all over his body, but during the short walk to the dinner table, all the bad moods were driven out of his body.

Of course, it was not Inoue himself who could do a miraculous thing, but his wife.

Inoue has always been proud of Zhou Qingci as his wife,

She is more generous and considerate than the women in the island countries, unlike the women in the island countries who are respectful on the surface, but in fact they may not really support and love their husbands in their hearts.

Zhou Qingci always supports and encourages Inoue's cause, even if the whole world thinks Inoue's paintings are rubbish and won't sell for money. Only Zhou Qingci believes that her husband is a cartoon genius who always draws touching paintings and tells touching stories.

Inoue feels that he is the happiest manga artist in the island country, because he married Zhou Qingci, a girl from Beidu. In fact, he is no longer from the island country, because his grandma and mother are both from Beidu. Although he still has the family name, his blood Most of them are no longer the blood of the islanders.

Zhou Qingci served her husband a bowl of rice, but she didn't serve it for herself. In fact, she seemed not in a hurry on the surface, and could comfort her husband with a smile, but she was also very angry in her heart. The excuse she used every time was to lose weight. At the beginning, Inoue nagged her a few words to tell her not to lose weight, but then she acquiesced.

Sitting next to Inoue, Zhou Qingci was silent for a moment and tentatively said, "Should we give it a try and submit the manuscript to other magazines."

Inoue shook his head helplessly, "It's useless, I went to all the magazines I could, but there was no result."

Zhou Qingci paused, "Where is Han Mo's?"

Inoue parted his lips slightly and took a deep breath.

 …

Han Mo made a video call with the little guy on his mobile phone. Xuanxuan had an activity at school today, so she learned in advance, and Shu Ya was also resting at home.

Although the current Shu Ya is a panda-level existence, the four old people take care of her so wickedly that Han Mo doesn't really want to ask them.

Now Han Mo is in single-line contact with the little guy.

"Xuanxuan, how is mom doing today?" Han Mo looked dotingly at the little guy on the screen.

Xuanxuan pursed her mouth, "Didn't Dad say yesterday that I made up my own mind, why did you ask me to be an agent again today?"

Han Mo was so angry with his precious daughter that he had no choice but to apologize, "Yesterday, my father said something without any intention. Our family Xuanxuan is the most competent agent, and her ideas are also top-notch. It's just that my father is stupid, and he doesn't get it right every time."

Han Mo's attitude of admitting his mistakes was sincere, and the little guy put his hips on his hips and pretended to be angry for a while, then entered the state of a small agent, and lowered his voice to report to his father.

"My mother didn't eat the food my grandma made today. She said she didn't have an appetite. Grandpa told a joke to make my mother happy. My mother didn't laugh, but I thought it was very funny.

Later, grandpa said to play the piano for my mother. Although my mother didn't say anything, I didn't really want to hear it, but when I practiced the piano in the afternoon, my mother listened very seriously. She even praised me and rewarded me with a piece of strawberry cake.

It was supposed to be time for grandma to tell stories, but my mother fell asleep, and grandma didn't finish the story, so she told me a few books.

Grandpa and grandpa took me out for a while today, I think they still seem to be happy with me, hehe. "

The little guy talked to himself for a long time before he stopped reporting vividly to his father amid a burst of smug laughter.

When Han Mo heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but chuckled inwardly. Shu Ya must have pretended to be asleep on purpose. Listening to stories every day is boring enough, and he discovered a detail. No matter who does what, it seems that the little guy will benefit in the end. , this kid is very clever.

In fact, Han Mo just wanted to know about Shu Ya's general situation. As long as he is in a good mood, he is really good. There is absolutely no need to worry about the other four old people.

As for why the little guy was made an agent, it was actually an excuse to play with her and make the child happy. If Han Mo really needed to know something, Han Mo could go home and ask, there was no need to be sneaky.

At the end of the video, Han Mo put the phone aside.

"Mr. Han, I received a manga manuscript here, hoping to publish it in our manga magazine." Huang Shanshan walked into the office with a manga.

After the comic magazine became popular, there would always be a lot of submissions. Most of Han Mo let Huang Shanshan handle it by herself, but she really couldn't make a choice, so she reported to Han Mo.

This time, he took the drawing directly to the office, and Han Mo asked strangely, "Is it difficult to make a decision?"

Huang Shanshan frowned slightly, "He is from the island country."

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