Chapter 992
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Tong jiumo and Mo Qijue stayed in London for three more days and returned home first.
Mo Qijue packed first class.
Mo Qijue wanted to surprise Tong jiumo on the plane, so when the plane was flying in balance, he said a few times to Tong jiumo and said he was going to the bathroom.
Tong jiumo is using a computer to write her food. The international publishing group invited her to write a food strategy.
Pay her $50 million in royalties directly.
She has to write carefully for receiving so much money from others.
"Mo Mo, what are you writing? Do you think so seriously?"
Mo Qijue looked at her thinking about the computer.
"I collected a 50 million copyright fee from others. I was supposed to write a food strategy. I don't know how people changed their mind and asked me to write a food romance novel..."
Tong jiumo looked sad. "You know, 50 million copyright fee. If the story written is not good-looking, I'm really worried. I'm sorry for the 50 million copyright fee, trust and expectation!"
"Don't worry, what you write must be as beautiful as your people and will become a best seller." Mo Qijue said with a smile.
For Tong jiumo, he is very confident.
"But I can't write novels." Tong jiumo was even more worried.
"Then push it off. Don't write." Mo Qijue said.
"I also want to. 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 Qijue and looked at him pitifully, "husband, you have 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 call the old bones of Mo Qijue crisp.
He softened down, meditated for a while, and said, "well, since it's a love novel about food, you can write our story. We also know each other because of food."
"Is that ok?" Tong jiumo frowned.
"Well, I said OK." Mo Qijue nodded.
"The Publishing House said it was going to produce film and television... Would it be 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 overbearing president and the beautiful kitchen god. What's the blood of the dog?" Mo Qijue looked at the frightened Tong jiumo and said.
Tong jiumo frowned, "is this really good?"
"It must be well." Mo Qijue nodded and said seriously.
"If you write like this, you will be beaten." Tong jiumo dare not write that.
"Whoever dares to hit you, I'll kill him first!" Mo Qijue said in a deep voice.
"..." Tong jiumo looked at Mo Qijue silently. After a long time, she looked at Mo Qijue's handsome face and asked, "are you sure I'll be all right?"
"Of course it's all right. If you write like this, it will sell well." Mo Qijue held the back of her head and kissed her forehead.
"Didn't you say you wanted to go to the bathroom? Go. " Tong jiumo blushed, pushed away and kissed her Mo Qijue, and said softly.
"I'll go first." Mo Qijue suddenly remembered that he had something to do, "Mo Mo, you write slowly first."
Mo Qijue got up to leave.
"Well, do you really want to write our story in?" Tong jiumo frowned.
"Yes." Mo Qijue nodded.
"What about those... Do you want to write them, too?" Tong jiumo coughed and asked with a red face.
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Tong jiumo and Mo Qijue stayed in London for three more days and returned home first.
Mo Qijue packed first class.
Mo Qijue wanted to surprise Tong jiumo on the plane, so when the plane was flying in balance, he said a few times to Tong jiumo and said he was going to the bathroom.
Tong jiumo is using a computer to write her food. The international publishing group invited her to write a food strategy.
Pay her $50 million in royalties directly.
She has to write carefully for receiving so much money from others.
"Mo Mo, what are you writing? Do you think so seriously?"
Mo Qijue looked at her thinking about the computer.
"I collected a 50 million copyright fee from others. I was supposed to write a food strategy. I don't know how people changed their mind and asked me to write a food romance novel..."
Tong jiumo looked sad. "You know, 50 million copyright fee. If the story written is not good-looking, I'm really worried. I'm sorry for the 50 million copyright fee, trust and expectation!"
"Don't worry, what you write must be as beautiful as your people and will become a best seller." Mo Qijue said with a smile.
For Tong jiumo, he is very confident.
"But I can't write novels." Tong jiumo was even more worried.
"Then push it off. Don't write." Mo Qijue said.
"I also want to. 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 Qijue and looked at him pitifully, "husband, you have 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 call the old bones of Mo Qijue crisp.
He softened down, meditated for a while, and said, "well, since it's a love novel about food, you can write our story. We also know each other because of food."
"Is that ok?" Tong jiumo frowned.
"Well, I said OK." Mo Qijue nodded.
"The Publishing House said it was going to produce film and television... Would it be 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 overbearing president and the beautiful kitchen god. What's the blood of the dog?" Mo Qijue looked at the frightened Tong jiumo and said.
Tong jiumo frowned, "is this really good?"
"It must be well." Mo Qijue nodded and said seriously.
"If you write like this, you will be beaten." Tong jiumo dare not write that.
"Whoever dares to hit you, I'll kill him first!" Mo Qijue said in a deep voice.
"..." Tong jiumo looked at Mo Qijue silently. After a long time, she looked at Mo Qijue's handsome face and asked, "are you sure I'll be all right?"
"Of course it's all right. If you write like this, it will sell well." Mo Qijue held the back of her head and kissed her forehead.
"Didn't you say you wanted to go to the bathroom? Go. " Tong jiumo blushed, pushed away and kissed her Mo Qijue, and said softly.
"I'll go first." Mo Qijue suddenly remembered that he had something to do, "Mo Mo, you write slowly first."
Mo Qijue got up to leave.
"Well, do you really want to write our story in?" Tong jiumo frowned.
"Yes." Mo Qijue nodded.
"What about those... Do you want to write them, too?" Tong jiumo coughed and asked with a red face.
Tong jiumo and Mo Qijue stayed in London for three more days and returned home first.Mo Qijue packed first class.Mo Qijue wanted to surprise Tong jiumo on the plane, so when the plane was flying in balance, he said a few times to Tong jiumo and said he was going to the bathroom.Tong jiumo is using a computer to write her food. The international publishing group invited her to write a food strategy.Pay her $50 million in royalties directly.She has to write carefully for receiving so much money from others."Mo Mo, what are you writing? Do you think so seriously?"Mo Qijue looked at her thinking about the computer."I collected a 50 million copyright fee from others. I was supposed to write a food strategy. I don't know how people changed their mind and asked me to write a food romance novel..."Tong jiumo looked sad. "You know, 50 million copyright fee. If the story written is not good-looking, I'm really worried. I'm sorry for the 50 million copyright fee, trust and expectation!""Don't worry, what you write must be as beautiful as your people and will become a best seller." Mo Qijue said with a smile.For Tong jiumo, he is very confident."But I can't write novels." Tong jiumo was even more worried."Then push it off. Don't write." Mo Qijue said."I also want to. 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 Qijue and looked at him pitifully, "husband, you have 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 call the old bones of Mo Qijue crisp.He softened down, meditated for a while, and said, "well, since it's a love novel about food, you can write our story. We also know each other because of food.""Is that ok?" Tong jiumo frowned."Well, I said OK." Mo Qijue nodded."The Publishing House said it was going to produce film and television... Would it be 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 overbearing president and the beautiful kitchen god. What's the blood of the dog?" Mo Qijue looked at the frightened Tong jiumo and said.Tong jiumo frowned, "is this really good?""It must be well." Mo Qijue nodded and said seriously."If you write like this, you will be beaten." Tong jiumo dare not write that."Whoever dares to hit you, I'll kill him first!" Mo Qijue said in a deep voice."..." Tong jiumo looked at Mo Qijue silently. After a long time, she looked at Mo Qijue's handsome face and asked, "are you sure I'll be all right?""Of course it's all right. If you write like this, it will sell well." Mo Qijue held the back of her head and kissed her forehead."Didn't you say you wanted to go to the bathroom? Go. " Tong jiumo blushed, pushed away and kissed her Mo Qijue, and said softly."I'll go first." Mo Qijue suddenly remembered that he had something to do, "Mo Mo, you write slowly first."Mo Qijue got up to leave."Well, do you really want to write our story in?" Tong jiumo frowned."Yes." Mo Qijue nodded."What about those... Do you want to write them, too?" Tong jiumo coughed and asked with a red face.
