When he got home, Wang Zixu hugged his wife from behind and stuffed a small box into her arms.

"What is this?" His wife turned around and stared at him with bright eyes, but her hands kept groping for the small hard box.

After figuring out a rough idea, she exclaimed: "Spending money indiscriminately again!"

Wang Zixu lay down on the sofa: "I didn't spend money randomly. Didn't your phone break? I'll buy you a new one."

The wife opened the box and took out the mobile phone from inside. Although she said she was unhappy, she was actually happy in her heart. She was easily satisfied and pleased, but her inner burden was heavy. To her, it seemed that being straightforwardly happy was immoral.

Same.

Sometimes her personality is very disappointing, but she is indeed a good woman.

"Do you like it?" Wang Zixu asked.

"I like it." The wife nodded.

Wang Zixu looked at his wife's smooth neck, his fingers clumsily manipulated the phone, her hair hung down to her temples, and her ears turned pink with excitement... Wang Zixu suddenly stooped down.

The wife asked: "What's wrong?"

The prince waved his hand: "Nothing, just transfer the data. I won't help you."

The wife said: "I can."

Wang Zixu hunched over and squatted down again.

Stomach pain.

His wife happily thought that he bought this gift with "author fees", but Wang Zixu knew that these were all based on deception. The source of his "author fees" was neither decent nor honorable.

Although Zuo Ziliang's "libido" theory convinced him - at least on the surface - he still knew in his heart that no matter how literary the level of what they did was raised to a high level, its essence remained the same.

No different from that old bachelor.

He used his writing skills to manipulate their emotions and disguise the "teasing" as decent. If his wife knew how the money came from, she might be so angry that she would want to divorce him.

What's even more frightening is that Wang Zixu clearly knows that this is disgraceful, but he is still addicted to this feeling.

Because of this, he felt guilty, so guilty that his stomach twitched violently.

The wife finally discovered something was wrong with Wang Zixu, stretched out her hand to lift him up, and rubbed his belly:

"What happened? Did you get a stomachache from eating outside?"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "It will be fine in a while."

His wife rubbed his belly with her white and soft hands, then suddenly came up to him and lightly pressed her lips on his cheek.

A passage flashed through Wang Zixu's mind like lightning - "Your pink lips have the taste of mint. I can taste it, but I don't know how I feel in your heart." - This is the script he wrote.

sentences inside.

"Don't work too hard. You can earn money slowly. If your body breaks down, everything will be in vain," his wife said, leaning next to him. "I see that you stay up late every day writing, and your hair has turned several gray."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "It's okay."

The wife asked: "How much have you earned in royalties now?"

Wang Zixu said: "Three thousand and five."

The wife pulled up the calculator on her phone: "Your three thousand five thousand, plus my salary this month, plus the deposit... We have already saved 102,000 yuan. The deposit has exceeded 6 figures!"

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly, and his wife turned around and asked him: "Why are you unhappy?"

"I'm very happy."

"You'd better be happy," my wife said. "You have to be happy these three months."

"Why?"

"Because I'm planning to get pregnant."

After my wife finished speaking, her face turned red.

However, Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back.

"Didn't you say that you should save up to 200,000 before preparing for pregnancy?"

The wife shook her head: "We are saving too slowly. As you get older, the quality of your sperm will gradually decline. No matter how much money you save, it will be all gone after one test tube. Moreover, I want to give birth before the age of 28. They

It is said that the earlier you give birth, the faster your body will recover."

Wang Zixu felt that his wife's worries were unfounded. He was more confident in his sperm than in his writing ability.

He said: "We don't have enough money to buy a car. We also have pregnancy tests, supplements, vaccines, confinement centers... a lot of money waiting to be spent."

His wife pressed his hand and said: "It is very convenient to hail a car online now, so there is no need to buy a car for the time being. I have medical insurance to use for pregnancy tests. I only buy supplements. I don't eat bird's nests or sea cucumbers. I only eat about one per month."

Two thousand. You still have royalties, which is three thousand a month. If you save until you are born, it should be just right."

Wang Zixu understood that the reason why his wife, a cautious person like her, suddenly mustered up the courage to prepare for pregnancy, all relied on his "three thousand a month" royalties.

But this royalties figure is actually quite high. He wanted to prove himself to his wife so much in exchange for more uninterrupted writing time that he slightly exaggerated his royalties.

In fact, his income could not be stable at 3,000 a month, nor could it last until she gave birth. He always felt that the job Zuo Ziliang gave him was a day job, and he should forget about it after making a small amount of money.

.

But the cowhide has been blown out, and has caused serious consequences. It has caused a slight deviation in the wife's cognition, and it was this slight deviation that made her make the decision to prepare for pregnancy. A month ago, the prince falsely shot

The bullet hit him right between the eyebrows.

My wife said: "Don't smoke or drink for these three months. Keep a good mood every day so that your sperm quality can be good. Especially don't smoke, do you hear me?"

He could only nod. He couldn't just say now that he didn't have that much royalties, right?

…

When Wang Zixu called Zuo Ziliang, Zuo Zheng was singing "The Day Does Not Know the Darkness of the Night" with his arms around the princess, and the light ball illuminated his bald head, making it look like a small light ball.

The princess asked who called you. He said, the chief screenwriter of our company. The princess said, wow, isn’t that a cultural person? Mr. Zuo, when will you bring him over so that we can also experience the cultural influence? Zuo Ziliang smiled

Isn't it enough to say that I have influenced you? Then go out and answer the phone.

On the phone, Wang Zixu hesitated for a long time, and then Zuo Ziliang understood that he wanted to ask if he could increase his production capacity from writing one script in two days to two in a day.

Zuo Ziliang was overjoyed after hearing this and said, as long as you can write well, I will not stop you from writing 10 articles a day. In this way, if you can really write two articles a day, I will accept your manuscript at a price of 300 yuan per article.

Wang Zixu was shocked after hearing this, because he felt that Bald's pricing strategy was too inconsistent with common sense. He asked him with trembling lips, "Aren't you afraid that the quality of my writing will deteriorate?"

Zuo Ziliang laughed after hearing this and said, "So I really don't understand you literary people. You seem to be living in the last century. I'm afraid that your quality will decline? What I want is overall efficiency! As long as your quantity increases

If the reduced quality can be covered, wouldn't the overall performance be improved?

Wang Zixu didn't know much about business, so Zuo Ziliang simply told him that you can write whatever you want and charge as much as you want, as long as the quality is not particularly bad, you can still accept it.
Chapter completed!