Xia Zhanqiao quickly turned her head to the side, her hands trembling slightly, unable to hide her panic.
She knew that if Su Shanshan found out that she was still alive, then Su Jinyu would ......
No, she would never let Susan Shan find out.
I didn't know how to express it, she was excited twice, nodded sharply, and agreed to Park Wenlan.
Park Wenlan's heart was warm because she had no desire to meet the Su family.
"As long as you don't want to, I won't force you, by the way, there is Xia Bao, you can hold on for a few days, I will bring you food, I'll go to grandpa's place first."
Park Wenlan kissed her on the forehead and hurriedly went downstairs.
Xia Zhanqiao looked at the computer screen and had no clue to write.
She uploaded everything she wrote today, looked at the subscription, and it was not bad.
Data is nothing compared to subscriptions, because only the number of subscribers can let her know that so many readers choose to support her.
The power of these loves made Xia Zhanqiao feel warm and want to cry.
Except for Park Wenlan, she hasn't been cared for by others for a long time.
Looking at the kind support of readers in the message area, the corners of her mouth will smile.
Of course, not every reader will support her, she browsed through the comments and found that a small part of them chose to abandon the article.
They all said that they would not read the articles that asked for money, because they were students and had no money.
Xia Zhanqiao respected everyone's decision, but still felt sorry for the readers who scolded her.
You are Xiaocao I am a flower and said: Just this article with such a low click, I am embarrassed to put it on the shelves of VIP, the face of the author of the great god has been lost by you, you look at Ye Fei Fool's "Who Leave My Love To", how many clicks and recommendations, someone else's article is in VIP someone to read, author, do you have readers to read it?
She doesn't know whether to be happy or sad, isn't it just her previous pseudonym? Judging the quality of an article just by clicking on the data, she can understand the reader's mood.
If you click well, all the data is good, which proves that more people are reading it, which means that your article is still good.
Now this book "Flowers Bloom, Prosperity Ends" has only more than 300,000 clicks, and more than 100 recommendations.
Novels without recommendations are doomed to a data fiasco.
If you want to have a recommendation, you must subscribe.
This is a truth in online literature.
She looked at the recommendation form on the website, and there was still a trace of comfort in her heart.
Continue reading the comments below, and her heart becomes heavy.
I have to be a fat woman and said: You have to spend money to write a novel, you think you are Zhang Ailing, the author, although your novel is very good, but as soon as you collect money, I feel that what you write is very dirty, any money transaction, that is not pure literature, author, go home and wash and sleep, I boldly guess, you are either brainless or have no voice, otherwise why do you have to spend money for our readers to see half of it, what are you not deception?
A comment of one or two hundred words, Xia Zhanqiao couldn't ignore it.
She would reply to every comment in a friendly manner, and no matter how much this comment affected her mood, she still had to reply.
This is the basic quality of being an author.
She thought for a while and replied: First of all, I would like to thank you for your comment, for the issue of VIP subscriptions you mentioned, I want to say that the author has a life guarantee, and will naturally have more energy to create better articles.
Just a few minutes after replying, Xia Zhanqiao looked at it, and my mother replied to her words because she was a fat woman.
When Xia Zhanqiao saw it, her face changed suddenly.
It reads: You still have to thank me for complaining about you like this? Did your brain get kicked by a donkey? Haha, what I have is money, but I don't buy your novels! Hahahaha.
Xia Zhanqiao really has nothing to say about this kind of malicious slander of readers.
When I was about to turn off the computer, a reader named Ready to Move refuted my mother's claim that she was a fat woman.
Ready to move, he said: If you don't want to watch it, don't watch it, no one forces you to spend money to watch it, why bother with the author's hard work?
Soon other readers also refuted my mother's words that she was a fat woman, and for a long time, my mother was a fat woman and never left a message again.
Xia Zhanqiao walked to the window, quietly opened a window to reveal a thin slit, she saw a checkered dress, with black-rimmed glasses on her face, looking very delicate.
The summer trestle closed the window, thinking a lot.
Qiao Qiao slammed the keyboard into a snap, and the words typed out were deleted by her all at once, and she pouted and was extremely depressed.
Su Jinyu ate the food she cooked, but she couldn't taste the same taste as before.
"What's wrong? What do you think you're angry about?"
Qiao Qiao turned his face and said angrily, "I'm reading this novel "Flowers Bloom, Prosperity Falls", this author's writing style is the same as "Who I Leave Love To", she wrote it very well, but I don't like it very much."
Su Jinyu paused as she picked up the food, and put down her chopsticks with her stiff fingers.
"Since what is written is the same, you read it to me." He didn't know why he wanted to listen to such stories and words.
When Qiao Qiao heard this, her face changed to joy, she suppressed the joy in her heart, and asked lightly, "Why do you suddenly want to listen to a novel?"
"Boring, if you miss it, you can read it, and if you don't miss it, pull it down."
Qiao Qiao heard that his face was unusual, so he looked at the first chapter and read it.
"When I saw him for the first time, Hua Luo knew that he would never be at peace in his life, his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips, there was an infinite feeling, when Hua Luo kissed him, all he got was ruthlessness and mockery, suddenly, his heart was shattered, he said, my lips are not for kissing you, because you are not worthy."
Su Jinyu's heart was scratched, and the last sentence was so familiar to him, because he had said this sentence to Xia Zhanqiao.
"Don't read it." He stepped upstairs, leaving her with a back.
Qiao Qiao suddenly became unhappy, turned off the computer, and she followed upstairs.
The lights in the room were not turned on, it was pitch black, and the brightness outside the window was enough to illuminate the interior.
"Jinyu." Qiao Qiao hugged Su Jinyu from behind.
He had a cigar in his fingers, it was really hard to smoke, he struggled to suck, exhaling a cloud of smoke.