In a car that was heading here, Mo Jingyao sat next to Director Lou. She turned her eyes to look at the scenery outside the window and suddenly remembered something-
If you don’t have the contact information for Liu Tingyun, how can you invite him to dinner?
Will he come from Jiangcheng? Will he return to Jiangcheng?
With Lamborghini picking him up, he should live here forever, right? At least not for a trip for three or five days.
Mo Jingyao has a characteristic, that is, he doesn’t like to owe favors, otherwise he will always remember this matter in his heart and will not be able to play well.
What I owe Tingyun this time is a big favor.
If it weren't for him, he would have been taken away by the American police, and he wouldn't know where he was locked up now.
"Jingyao, how are your income from writing online articles recently?" Director Lou's concerned voice pulled back her thoughts.
Mo Jingyao replied modestly, "I sold a few small copyrights and was filming TV series. It's okay. I'm relatively lucky this year."
"You are still young and have active thoughts. What you write can capture the aesthetics of young people today. Good things, keep cheering!"
"Thank you Director Lou for your encouragement. I will learn more from you elders and strive to write works with deeper background. I believe that I will gain some rewards when I meet Teacher Wang Tanghong today."
"Sometimes I can't learn anything about writing for a while, but I can learn a spirit." Director Lou told her.
He also said, "Teacher Wang gets up at six o'clock every day to read books, exercise, and starts writing at ten o'clock in the morning. He writes for eight hours. When you see his schedule posted on the wall, you will feel that you must cherish time more."
"Uh-huh."
Mo Jingyao was immediately full of fighting spirit. If she worked harder, she would be able to write two books at the same time.
Just chatting like this, you will be able to arrive at the manor in five minutes.
In a beautiful ancient city-style manor.
The trees are lush, and a winding path is open to traffic. The beautiful sunset falls from the gaps in the leaves, mottled on the clean asphalt road.
The asphalt road is about three hundred meters long, with a large piece of green grass at the end, and a Lamborghini parked in front of the castle.
In the retro large living room, the complex crystal lamps emit a brilliant light.
"Tingyun, there is something that I have to tell you." Wang Tanghong appeared at the corner of the stairs and walked downstairs in a brown Zhongshan suit.
"Entertainment Father, you said." Tingyun stood beside the sofa and looked at him.
"Do you still remember Uncle Huo?"
"Well, remember, he is the attorney general of New York State and the best Chinese."
Wang Tanghong walked towards him, and the two of them sat on the sofa, "He has a daughter named Huo Zhenzhen, who is about the same age as you, and I want me to bring a thread from the middle."
Tingyun's eyebrows flickered, and he understood what his adoptive father meant. Although he was reluctant, he did not rush to interrupt.
"I will introduce you to your understanding first, and this girl will arrive later."
Wang Tanghong leaned forward and poured a cup of tea, "I have a few writer friends who will come tonight, so it won't be embarrassing for too many people. Just think that it's done a task."
Wang Tanghong took a sip of tea and looked up at him, "Do you think about it? Is it different to say whether you like it or not. Regarding this, the adoptive father will never force you."
He knew that the adoptive father wanted in his life, love and freedom.
It's really not forced.
"good."
Tingyun responded lightly, and he was very calm.
Since everyone thinks it is completing the task, then complete it well.
At this time, the car Mo Jingyao was riding into the manor and was passing through the 300-meter-long asphalt road. The scenery outside the window was beautiful and a bit dreamy.