Li Huiyao was stunned at this moment. Standing here, she seemed to feel that the audience's eyes were looking at her. Often, at this time she felt that she was being paid attention to. In fact, this is a typical psychological hint. Just as she just now, she was thinking about Wang Dali having a single-family villa. She was also thinking about other things.

My heart also became struggling. Why didn’t you say that there is a villa earlier? This person is really. He is measuring it quickly in his heart. Although the person in front of him is ungrateful, he has two stubborn and messy hair on his head, and his beard is not a piece. He has a heavy dark circle. He looks like he stays up late often. But this is not a matter. I heard that people who are engaged in culture are like this. They are not regular on their work and rest. How can they explain the inspiration clearly? There is a saying that art and madman are separated by a wall.

The education level is a little lower, but this is not important, what is important is the connotation. The height is only 1.75 meters, which is almost the same. I wear shoes for about 178.

More importantly, he is a fellow villager. He is in the same city as himself. Her family is only an only daughter. A daughter is not married. This is not a bad tradition. Instead, he considers many factors and gets married far away. His parents are healthy and good, but what should I do when I get old? Living with myself? Can I adapt to the living habits of other places? There is no familiar circle of friends around me.

If you are a fellow villager, it will be easy to deal with whether you go back or live in the Demon City from now on. More importantly, the parents of the man have the same dietary habits. This will avoid many conflicts.

Thinking of this, Li Huiyao gritted her teeth and looked at Wang Dali who showed seriousness and said, "Actually, I think we are quite suitable."

After saying this, she regretted it. Li Huiyao, how could you do this?

"Ho! Woman."

Wang Dali said this in his heart, and then stood up directly: "I don't think it's appropriate."

I can't continue talking anymore. If I continue, I will brag so hard that I will end up with tears in my eyes. Although I have the system in hand, that will be a matter of several months. The most urgent thing now is novels. Blind dates or gods of learning are not as important as works.

Without waiting for Li Huiyao to have other statements and explanations, Wang Dali was completely lost. As soon as he got home, his phone rang. With the special ringtone setting, his mother Zhang Cuiyu's phone arrived as scheduled.

As soon as he connected, he roared as usual, and then Zhang Cuiyu roared angrily: "You little brat, why did you go on a blind date today? Aunt Liu called me just now and said that you made the girl angry and cried. How did you tell me to explain this to others? I apologized."

The previous one surprised Wang Dali. He didn't expect Li Huiyao to be so fragile. He cried now. But in the latter sentence, Wang Dali was speechless. This is his biological mother. The point is not to make a girl cry, but to apologize.

"Mom, it's unfair. I didn't do anything. I'm ashamed of myself, I'm not worthy of others. I'm 1.65 meters tall, slim and charming figure, master's degree, and still a lawyer. What am I? I'm just telling the truth. If I want me to tell you, this top student is psychologically fragile. I've been used to being smooth sailing since I was a child and have never suffered any setbacks. I've done a good thing. Let her know the complexity of society and the unpredictability of people's hearts, and it has also improved her ability to withstand blows..."

Wang Dali has already summarized a set of experience in dealing with his mother. After saying this, his mother was indeed confused: "Okay, okay, don't tell me your fallacies. How old are you, be careful in the future. If you make a blind date cry, don't be a bachelor for a lifetime. I don't have that many resources for girls in the Magic City."

Bang!

The phone hung up. Wang Dali also breathed a sigh of relief. He turned on the computer, logged into QQ, and immediately passed the beginning of more than 30,000 words to Qi Ling. Then he left a message: Brother Qi Ling, I will send a book directly.

Because it was working hours, Qi Ling almost answered: "Send it, I'll take a look at the content."

Log in to the author's background, select the site, category, content introduction, keywords, etc. You can open the book with a familiarity. Thanks to the number of words in the book title, the book title has not been seized.

He uploaded a chapter directly. A text message came from the background and was under review. Wang Dali continued to upload two chapters and waited easily.

About fifteen minutes later, the QQ flashed and the prompt sounded. The message from Qi Ling had no words and only a series of ellipses.

Wang Dali laughed, that's right. If he wasn't surprised, it proved that his book might not be poisonous enough.

He immediately replied with an innocent and aggrieved and pitiful expression. Then he said, "What's wrong?"

Qi Ling: "Are you sure you want to write this? Are you sure you want to publish this book?"

"Confirm." Wang Dali immediately replied.

Qi Ling: "With an angry expression, this book cannot be signed."

Qi Ling: "Da Li, didn't you just miss a few books? At worst, you can spend a few more books? What's the big deal? You'll get used to it when you're trying. Uh, it's not right, sum up your experience, and get angry when you're trying."

"I can't read this book for three chapters. The rhythm is dragged, and the whole text is filled with a lot of scenery, environment, and mentality descriptions. What about the golden finger? The takeover man, the cuckold king; and the pig's feet are abused and humiliated by their bosses and colleagues in their own unit. This is the great achievement of the poison-gathering point."

"Really?" Wang Dali suddenly felt energetic, and the editor had a look. Even the editor said so, wouldn't he prove that he was successful?

Qi Ling: Really, looking for evidence of my wife's cheating, it is actually okay to have suspense all the way. If you really want to write it, just modify it. Remember that there must be no solid news. Without a solid news, you can still use this suspense point to attract some niche readers to solve cases and reason. But if it is solid news, then this book will be dead. Let's not say it will be put on the shelves. If there are 300 people, I will not be edited.

Wang Dali: No, Brother Qi Ling, I still think that writing books requires me to be happy to write. I don’t feel comfortable writing myself. Readers can’t feel comfortable either.

These words almost made Qi Ling, who was sitting in front of the company's desk, jump up and curse. He stood up, sat down again, and cursed in resentment: "Silly, this article is nothing more than just a piece of paper."

"Qi Ling, what's wrong?" Old Hu looked at him in surprise. In his opinion, as an old editor, Qi Ling had encountered such a headache. He was so angry. This shouldn't be true.

Qi Ling glanced at Mr. Hu and said, "Mr. Hu, isn't this bitch Wang Dali. He had planned to be a master to go down the mountain to lead medicine, and the metaphysics is OK. But he rejected it himself. Today he published a new book. How do you say it, you can read it yourself..."

As he said that, Qi Ling sent the manuscript to Lao Hu. In less than five minutes, Lao Hu raised his head: "What's his own idea?"

"Still insist on publishing a book."

Lao Hu pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's get a sign. The company has been planning to try it in new media recently. I think he can try it there. In addition, it's the share. He is willing to waste printing and express delivery fees. Just sign it. After all, it's an old author, so he still has to give this little face."

"Okay!" Qi Ling nodded and agreed. But he did not reply to Wang Dali. At least for the time being, he would ignore Wang Dali in the past few days.

Wang Dali, with the prompts of the text messages on the site, the new book passed the review. Wang Dali immediately uploaded two more chapters.

As for when I was publishing books, I went to the book friend group and the author group to advertise. That was impossible.
Chapter completed!