Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!

Seeing the message from Tao Tian, Zhou Yuwen felt somewhat guilty towards her.

Although the previous Tao Tian had been a bit greedy.

But he had touched and bumped into her indeed.

Tao Tian had even wiped his gun before.

As a result, he turned his face away and refused to recognize her, which made Zhou Yuwen feel like he owed her an apology.

So, seeing that Tao Tian still reached out to him after such a long time, he hesitated for a bit but still replied with a message, "Thank you."

'Ding-dong!'

At this moment, Tao Tian, who was napping on her bed, was suddenly awakened by the WeChat notification sound, then she picked up her phone with some anticipation and saw it was a message from Zhou Yuwen, her heart blossomed with joy.

Three weeks of self-regulation collapsed at this moment.

"Last night I read the novel you wrote..."

That's how Tao Tian started chatting with Zhou Yuwen.

Zhou Yuwen couldn't possibly reply every second; he was also busy. During the three days in Hucheng, he had to participate in various activities coordinated by the website.

But before that, Qu Jing, this clingy little kitten, insisted on venting a bit for Zhou Yuwen.

There was no way around it, Zhou Yuwen was at the vigorous age of eighteen and he found himself becoming increasingly intense.

He had wrestled with Qu Jing until late before going to bed last night.

.....

Because last night, he was sleeping while holding Qu Jing.

And when he got up... a little belly pain.

After a night's rest, Qu Jing's face still flushed, honestly, he guessed it's because they had played too fiercely these past few days. Now, whenever he looked at Qu Jing, he felt her expression had a kind of...

It just felt like she was very infatuated with Zhou Yuwen.

....

Qu Jing then coyly smiled and said, "..."

"Let Jingjing take good care of you."

Speaking, she crawled forward to Zhou Yuwen,...

Qu Jing had always been like this.

At the beginning, Zhou Yuwen felt it was a bit wrong.

But as time went on, Zhou Yuwen got used to it.

Let her do whatever she wants.

Mainly having such a sensible woman by his side...

Felt really good...

So, it went on like this, Zhou Yuwen and Qu Jing each did their own thing, she energetically in front of Zhou Yuwen...

While Zhou Yuwen handled messages on his phone, and sometimes, Qu Jing would hum and say a few words.

Like saying, I love brother the most...

I really like...

Apart from Tao Tian contacting him, there were also some unimportant people looking for him, like his classmate Li Qiang, who sent him a message last night.

"Old Zhou, I saw your interview (grinning teeth)"

Also, the class's counselor You Changjin, who sent Zhou Yuwen a message early in the morning: "Not bad, little Zhou, if I hadn't heard from the next class's counselor, I wouldn't have known, really proud of you! (thumbs up)"

Zhou Yuwen couldn't bother with these messages, but oddly, everyone around him had sent him messages, but his parents, whom he cared about the most, hadn't sent any messages.

Honestly, when he was in the interview yesterday, Zhou Yuwen had some expectations.

The congratulations from others, Zhou Yuwen didn't take them to heart.

But thinking that he was now famous, he guessed his parents might have seen it, and wondered if they would feel proud of him...

Okay, the thirty-year-old Zhou Yuwen indeed had such thoughts.

After all, having lived a rather foolish previous life and having achieved some success writing novels later in life, he didn't have the pride of youthful success.

But now it was different.

Zhou Yuwen thought, now he was also someone else's child, right?

Just as he was thinking this.

His mother's call suddenly came through.

Zhou Yuwen tensed up immediately, quickly patted Qu Jing's head, telling her to stop.

Qu Jing looked up, blinking curiously.

Zhou Yuwen told her not to speak.

"My mom is calling."

Qu Jing, sensible as always, knelt quietly beside him without saying a word.

After Zhou Yuwen prepared himself, he cleared his throat and answered the call, "Hello, Mom."

"You answered so quickly, aren't you in class today?" his mother's voice came through the phone.

Zhou Yuwen was speechless, thinking I'm a well-known writer now, what classes would I have.

"No, no classes today."

"Oh."

Mother uttered an 'oh', then told him that it was getting cold recently and to remember to wear more clothes.

Are you on break soon?

When do you plan to come back?

Do you want your dad to drive to pick you up?

Is the money with you enough?

Your father told me, our neighborhood is going to be demolished.

Honestly, Zhou Yuwen was quite looking forward to the call when his mother called, he even thought his mother would be surprised and say she saw his interview, but unfortunately, Zhou Yuwen thought too much, his mother talked about household stuff, probably because it had been a long time since she talked to her son, missing him a bit.

Young people and middle-aged people are essentially two different worlds, Zhou Yuwen had been flattered since last night until now, almost thinking he was really hot stuff.

But the truth was, parents without young people around, unaware of their son's activities outside.

His mother's words pulled Zhou Yuwen back to reality, Zhou Yuwen smiled at his mother, didn't talk about his novel writing, equally talked about household stuff, then asked about his father.

"Tell him from me, he's nearly fifty, should give young people more opportunities." Zhou Yuwen said with a smile.

After hearing this, his mother scoffed, "You know your father, right? Even when there's nothing to do, he insists on lingering in the office, as if afraid people might forget about him."

Zhou Yuwen chuckled at this, and said, "Mom, what are you saying, my dad is serving the public!"