Wife Please Be Obedient

What is the purpose of living?

To live is to live, everything else is incidental.

The words spoken with Qin Guanglin in the fast food restaurant flashed from his mind.

Sun Wen looked at the key Xu Wei took out and hung on her fingertips, with a trace of struggle on her face.

It was her spare car, a red BMW x3, parked in the garage downstairs. On New Year's Day, she used that car to take him back to the studio.

Even if it is depreciated, it can sell for more than 200,000 at least.

Two hundred thousand.

This number echoed in his heart.

"Isn't it enough?"

Xu Wei propped her head with one hand, her long hair scattered on the bed, and the other hand shook the key on her fingertips, and said casually:

"Then reduce it a little, one month, be my man for one month, this is yours."

"Why?" Sun Wen swallowed.

He was shaken.

At the beginning, he wanted to be a studio by himself, but reality gave him a hard blow.

Money is not so profitable.

More than 200,000 yuan, even if the studio did not leave, according to the situation during the New Year, it would take him nearly two years to save this amount.

It only takes a month now.

"What and why? I said I would pack you a long time ago, and you disagree." Xu Wei saw his reaction with a smile on her mouth, "Now you can reconsider."

"..."

There was a long silence. When Xu Wei was about to be impatient, Sun Wen seemed to vent his sigh, his shoulders collapsed, and his back was a little squatting.

"This month...what am I going to do?"

He knew in his heart that this was a deal.

If the car of more than 400,000 yuan was exchanged for him for a month, it would definitely not be the simple daoist relationship as before.

Xu Wei smiled.

I met this infatuated man last year, watching him reject himself, watching him get back together, and then watching him betrayed-now I want to go and just leave.

Have you asked her?

With a light flick of the palm, the key flew in an arc to Sun Wen, and he subconsciously received it in his hand.

Xu Wei looked at him quietly, and the two looked at each other for a moment. She narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Really thinking about it?"

Seeing Sun Wen standing there without saying a word, the corners of her mouth curled up and her legs shook.

"Climb here, or put down the key."

...

In March, everything grows.

After a spring rain, the tree buds stretched quickly, and they were no longer the delicate and tender yellow at the beginning, but grew into new green leaves, moving slightly in the wind.

The four-frame comics Qin Guanglin posted on the official account based on his and Why He was unexpectedly popular. Unknowingly, it has accumulated thousands of fans and was stolen by some marketing accounts, adding to the popularity.

As Sun Wen had expected, it was only half a year, and Penguin began to vigorously promote the WeChat wallet, scan the QR code when going out to eat, and even get a fast food for one dollar.

Driven by money, the use of WeChat began to soar in a short period of time. In the first two years, it was mainly attracted by the gameplay of shaking and drifting bottles. Now it has changed from the lukewarm before. It looks like it has the momentum to become the main social software.

On weekends, ten o'clock in the morning.

I don't know when it is a habit for the two of them to stay in bed on a rest day. Even if they wake up, they don't bother to get up, lie down and play with their phones or each other, until it's time for lunch to get up and go shopping.

Qin Guanglin felt that this was due to the loss of too much energy, otherwise there was no reason to be lazy-he could get up at seven o'clock to buy breakfast.

"Did you draw this?"

The comic Qin Guanglin on the public account has been secretly working on it. He was about to give him a surprise when his fans broke 10,000, but he didn’t give him a chance to prepare for surprises. When browsing the web, he found this familiar look. Draw, put the phone across Qin Guanglin and asked.

"Uh... yes."

"When did it happen? Why don't I know?"

"How can I tell you, it's a surprise." Qin Guanglin helped her turn off the webpage, then found his official account on WeChat and gave it to her after paying attention, "Do you like it?"

Nearly a hundred short stories have been accumulated on the above, most of them are the daily trivialities of the two of them, and Qin Ma occasionally gets mixed in.

"Humph, draw me so ugly."

Why don't I feel disgusted, but my face bloomed with joy, I flicked my finger for a long time, I couldn't help laughing when I saw the painting Qin Ma appeared on the scene, "Draw another one, and draw a story about me becoming a superman and beating you."

"..."

"Why did you think of doing this? How much did you make?"

"Just do it if you want. I haven't made any money yet, Sun...well, I heard people say that I can only make money if I follow more people. I only have a few thousand fans. It's not time yet."

Qin Guanglin remembered why he had a bad impression of Sun Wen, so he didn't mention him at all.

"Oh~ alright, draw more, maybe you can publish a book then, your mother won't say that you are not as good as me."

"What book do you draw..." Qin Guanglin didn't care. This was the record of the two people's lives. He didn't think he could publish a book.

Who will publish the book for?

"It's easy to produce a physical version of a painting, especially a short story like you, like that Emperor..." Why not pause, and then turn around, "There is hope anyway, besides, I still know the editor, old reminder My draft, just handed in you."

She has given up directly persuading Qin Guanglin to resign. Since she likes comics, it's the same for drawing comics at home. It is better to make a roundabout way to get him to stay at home than to go to work.

"Besides, why hasn't the third volume of your novel published yet?"

"Tell me over there that I want to have a signing event, I'm still thinking about..."

"Sign sale?!" Qin Guanglin was slightly startled and couldn't help but stand up and look at her, "Are you really hot?"

He has always thought that why hindrance is just a ticket. Even if two volumes were published, he didn't pay too much attention to it. Now he feels different when he hears the signing.

It's a big writer's business to sign the sale, so why can it be sold?

Is it a writer or a teacher?

"No...I just want to use the beauty writer's gimmicks to increase sales." Why not smile and shook his head, holding his face over and screaming, "beautiful writer, how good is it?"

"Awesome..."

Qin Guanglin looked at her and thought about it, beauty writer... should be counted.

After all, many writers in the circle of writers are bald, and a woman who emerges can be called a beautiful writer as long as it is not ugly, not to mention that the teacher is so good-looking.

"Honestly...how much did you make for writing novels?"

On weekdays, he tried his best to cover everything in terms of food, clothing, shelter, transportation, so why not spend much money, he didn't care too much about her financial situation.

Why not make Qin Guanglin startled by making an eight gesture, "So many?!"

He got excited for a while, rubbing his hands and thinking about it, then lay down and hugged her tightly, rubbed it twice, buried his head in her neck and arched it, "Teacher He is awesome! Sign, sign it, make a sign sale, We work hard for a year, and the house will be there, hehehe..."

"But I donated it."

"..."

Qin Guanglin's movements were stagnant, and he was stunned for a while to react, raising his head and looking at her with an expression of ‘you are kidding’.

"Donated?"

"Well, donated." Why nod, "I'm not kidding, I really donated."

"..."