However, Jiujiu had always thought that the author must be a well-read woman.
Who would have thought that it would be Wen Luo?
In an instant, Jiujiu felt like laughing again.
Mrs. Wen might not be able to tell anything from Jiujiu's laughter, but Wen Luo knew that Jiujiu clearly knew that the author was a woman.
For the first time in her life, Wen Luo took the initiative to scold Jiujiu. "Don't say it."
Jiujiu held back her laughter and said, "Okay, I won't say it."
However, although she didn't say it, the smile seeped out from the corners of her eyes, making Wen Luo feel uncomfortable.
Mrs. Wen was originally worried that Jiujiu would despise Wen Luo for being a writer, but when she saw that Jiujiu smiled happily after knowing Wen Luo's pen name, she asked, "Jiujiu, have you read Wen Luo's book?"
Jiujiu smiled meaningfully and said, "Yes, I have. In fact, I liked it very much. I really wanted to go to this author's book signing, but who knew that this author was too mysterious and never attended the book signing, so I could only give up. I didn't expect to see her in person now."
Mrs. Wen, who had originally despised Wen Luo, suddenly felt that Wen Luo's profession was more pleasing to the eye when she heard Jiujiu praise Wen Luo's book so much.
Wen Luo, who had always been despised by her own mother, finally understood what a mother's love was for the first time.
After chatting with Jiujiu for a while, Mrs. Wen asked Wen Luo to bring Jiujiu upstairs for a tour.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Wen went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Mr. Wen habitually followed Mrs. Wen to the kitchen to help her.
Mr. Wen washed the vegetables and Mrs. Wen cut them. The two of them cooperated well.
As Mrs. Wen put the ingredients into the pot to make soup, she turned to Mr. Wen, who was peeling potatoes, and said, "What do you think of Jiujiu?"
Mr. Wen replied, "Her eyes are bright."
After entering the house, although there was a momentary change in her eyes, they were always cool, without a trace of greed. When she spoke to them, she was neither servile nor overbearing, without the slightest hint of flattery. It could be seen that she didn't care too much about their family's situation, which meant that they wouldn't make any changes because of their family's situation.
Although she didn't know Jiujiu's family background, her bright eyes easily made people have a good impression of her.
Mother Wen nodded. "I think so too. This girl has good eyes. I like it. Moreover, she doesn't mind your son's job."
Mr. Wen let out a long sigh. "Although Wen Luo didn't follow our plan, Wen Luo isn't as bad as you think. I heard someone say a few days ago that the copyright of Wen Luo's book is almost worth tens of millions."
"That much?" Mama Wen was taken aback. Then she said, "I thought it was only a few thousand yuan."
"In the beginning, it was a few thousand. It can continue to be a few thousand. As a mother, can't you hope for the best for your son?"
"Aren't you the one who nagged me every day that Wen Luo doesn't write books and comes home to inherit the family business?" Mama Wen retorted.
Mr. Wen said helplessly, "Although I hope that he comes home to inherit the family business, if he can achieve success in the career he likes, as a father, how can I not be happy for him?"
Mama Wen said, "I wonder what Jiujiu's family does. Would she be willing to take over our family business?"
Mr. Wen was speechless.
Even if he praised the girl's cool eyes, he couldn't just let her take over their company.
Wen Luo took Jiujiu around the place where he grew up for a while. He showed Jiujiu his study and his toy room. The two of them sat in front of the computer and played games for a while. Then, they heard Mama Wen calling them down for dinner.
After dinner, both the guests and the host enjoyed themselves.
Wen Luo also took Jiujiu home.
After sending Jiujiu downstairs, Jiujiu waved her hand and went upstairs without looking back. Looking at Jiujiu's ruthless back, Wen Luo sighed.
There was still a long way to go. He didn't know when he would be able to pursue this little pepper.
However, thinking of his plan, Wen Luo smiled happily again.
Then, when Jiujiu went out to buy groceries the next day, she saw that her neighbor had become Wen Luo as soon as she opened the door.
When she saw Wen Luo smiling and saying good morning to her, Jiujiu's eyelids twitched. "Why are you here?"
"I bought the house opposite you. I'm your neighbor now."
Jiujiu said, "It's so great to be rich. You can buy a house just like that."
Wen Luo said, "This is what my parents want."
Thinking of Wen Luo's parents, Jiujiu did not continue to complain about Wen Luo. She carried the garbage bag downstairs and prepared to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients to cook.
Wen Luo followed behind Jiujiu like a shadow. She followed Jiujiu to the supermarket and watched as Jiujiu went home after buying groceries. Then, she asked, "Well, I'll give you an extra three thousand yuan every month. Can you take care of my meals?"
Jiujiu said, "… Do you have so much money that you need to burn?"
In the beginning, when Wen Luo gave her three thousand yuan to pretend to be his girlfriend, she already felt that Wen Luo was rich. Now, Wen Luo was giving her three thousand yuan to take care of her meals.
Not to mention that Wen Luo worked during the week and could only cook dinner once at most. She often went out on weekends and went home during holidays or traveled. It was already very rare for Wen Luo to eat one meal a day. 100 yuan per meal. Wen Luo had so much money that she needed to burn.
Wen Luo blushed when Jiujiu mercilessly ridiculed her. Then, she said, "Isn't it because you cook well?"
"Don't tell me you're thinking of wooing me."
Jiujiu's eyes scanned Wen Luo from head to toe like an X-ray and made a judgment.
At first, it could be said that it was mutually beneficial. However, this was obviously an act of giving money away. Moreover, some of Wen Luo's actions made Jiujiu feel that something was amiss. Rather than saying that Wen Luo's brain was wired wrong, it was more accurate to say that Wen Luo wanted to woo her.
When Jiujiu hit the nail on the head, Wen Luo's cheeks instantly turned red. The heat on his cheeks made him want to quickly escape from this embarrassing situation. However, his emotions made him stay.
If he did not even dare to confess to her personally, how could he get rid of his singlehood?
Therefore, even though his cheeks were burning, Wen Luo still insisted on staying. He looked at Jiujiu and said, "I like you. Are you willing to be my girlfriend?"
Jiujiu was stunned at first. Then, she burst out laughing. She looked at Wen Luo's face and said, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Wen Luo was speechless.
"You've only met me a few times and you already like me? Are you kidding me?"
Wen Luo was speechless.
A good confession scene had turned into this because of a poisonous tongue. If he had a choice, Wen Luo felt that he would definitely strangle Jiujiu, this poisonous tongue, to death.
However, since he liked this poisonous tongue, he could only remain silent.
Wen Luo's silence made Jiujiu fall silent for a while as well.
After a while, Jiujiu took the initiative to say, "I think that we haven't known each other for a long time, so we don't know each other well. Your love for me is a little too shallow. Therefore, I think that the person you like is not me, but the person you created through my imagination."
Wen Luo was speechless.
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