Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

The sudden powerful impact made An Chuxia involuntarily step back two steps before standing still, Jiang Yuanyuan's clear words came from her ear... late summer? Why is this name so familiar? and many more! Isn't this the pseudonym she took on the bookshelf website?

"Mom, don't cry, what happened?" If Jiang Yuanyuan is a mom, it's better to treat her as a child. Sometimes she often thinks, if she can live as happily as Jiang Yuanyuan, she has a husband who loves her, and a son who cares for her in his heart although his mouth is hard...

God, how could she have such vicissitudes of thought? Is she getting old? Bah, baah, she is still very young, it is the time when she was outstanding!

After crying a few more times, Jiang Yuanyuan lifted her head from An Chuxia's arms, crying with a pear blossom on her face. If Uncle Han saw her like this, she would definitely feel distressed. She was about to continue to comfort her, but Jiang Yuanyuan took her hand tightly to the computer and pointed to the screen and said, "In early summer, this person is very likely to take my position on the bookshelf. What should I do?"

Looking closer to the screen, the red book titled "Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me" impressively ranked first on the recommendation list and the review list, but Jiang Yuanyuan's novel ranked second. An Chuxia was full of black lines, and her debut novel, He De He Neng, could actually make such a big reaction!

Just about to speak, Jiang Yuanyuan started crying again: "Damn it! The novice who has not signed the contract can actually write the novel so funny, although the heroine is a little bit brain-dead, but the writing is better than mine! I! I can't help but chase the article... I despise her and despise her!!!"

Taking a deep breath, she took Jiang Yuanyuan's hand with an awkward look, and then sat in front of the computer to log out of Jiang Yuanyuan's account, typed in the word "late summer", typed in a few passwords, and immediately jumped into the end of summer Writer Center backstage. Jiang Yuanyuan widened her eyes in disbelief, and pointed to An Chuxia: "You, you, you..."

"Mummy, I really didn’t know that my bad article was read by someone, and it took your top spot. But don’t worry, if you are not happy, I will delete this novel without saying anything! I just wanted to ask. I’m asking if I want to sign a contract. Now it seems that I may not be suitable for writing novels. And I don’t have much time, hehe..." Her simple and honest appearance caused Jiang Yuanyuan to cry again, and the cry was worse than before.

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An Chuxia immediately panicked, and hurriedly pulled out a few facial tissues from a box of facial tissues and handed them to Jiang Yuanyuan: "Mommy, don't cry, didn't I say that I won't write novels again? I swear, I will never... …" Her mouth was suddenly covered by Jiang Yuanyuan.

She looked at Jiang Yuanyuan in confusion, who knew that she had changed her face like a national quintessence, she had already changed into a very happy look: "Little Chuxia, if you don't write a novel, then mommy, I will ignore you again. !"

"Huh?" She blinked, and said suspiciously after Jiang Yuanyuan retracted her hand with a smile: "You mean...let me continue to write novels?"

"Nonsense!" Jiang Yuanyuan's eyes narrowed into a line, and there were still tears on her cheeks: "You wait, I will sign a contract for you now! By the way, when I signed the contract, in order not to let those editors I run the backstage, so I used the domestic servant’s ID card, and I’m going to get another one for you to sign the contract now! You are waiting!"

After the conversation, she disappeared like a gust of wind...