MTL - Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss-~ None of them have been translated. ”

Yu Yaoyao said, and he looked at it with regret.

"Well, we still have a long way to go. The big oranges are still written long. I guess she can't end her two hundred chapters."

"Every day and a half...and I have to translate for a year...I am a man!"

Fang Fangqiu has some sweat, but also continue to turn?

Whether she should go back from the first chapter today, she should start from scratch!

Let him turn her whole romance novel, will Teacher Gong kill her? !

"Big head, you take the staff's car home, and report it to me at home."

"At nine o'clock tonight, let's watch the latest chapter of the big orange and discuss the plot~"

Fang Qiuqi suddenly pressured the mountain.

Can't mess up!

Otherwise, it will be a dog by Dayao Yao!

Fang Qiuqi trembled home, and Yu Yaoyao carefully studied the knowledge points and words he learned today in the living room. He read it several times and recited it.

When these few shots were recorded, Zhao Yu announced that he had finished the work today and ended here.

"Xiaoyu, are we changing the theme in the next program?"

Zhao guide wiped the sweat.

Otherwise, it is estimated that the program will be banned.

"Zhao Dao, are you still very happy and tired? Well, then I think about it~"

Yu Yaoyao ended the study, stretched a big lazy waist, and took a watermelon from Shen Yi Chong.

Zhao Dao: "..."

When I got home, I opened the computer's square autumn leaves, and now I took out the notebook from the small bag.

On the way when the staff member sent her back, she was writing the chapter Zhang Gang, and clarified the direction and content of the plot.

Now that she put her hands on the keyboard, it was a slap in the air, and it was very smooth.

Nothing tricks.

Looking at the chapter, open the document, it is dry!

Even dinner can not be eaten, lock yourself in the code word software, do not finish 10,000 words, today is impossible to come out.

When the chicken blood was full, the roommate Xiaoqiao ran around.

Xiaoqiao is a sister who shared with her and is also a full-time author.

They lived together six months ago, together with spelling and discussing the plot, don’t be too embarrassed!

It is a roommate and a friend.

Xiaoqiao’s work has always been better than her. It belongs to a flower in the beautiful language. It wins by the brain and the reader base is very good.

However, Xiaoqiao is a typical day and night reversal. During the day, he usually sleeps. At noon, he barely climbs up to eat a meal. It is not until the evening that he comes out to work on the code. Until the early morning, she goes to sleep.

It’s only five o'clock in the afternoon, it should be her sleep time.

"Oh, hungry? How come out of the hole in advance?"

Fang Qiuqiu does not return, and the hand speed is typing on the keyboard very quickly.

"I am going to update today, and dinner is called takeaway!"

After she finished, there was no sound behind her.

The words of Fang Qiuqi’s head were all complete, and I looked back strangely. “Small bridge, what are you doing? Rewrite the story of the spirit? Don’t stand behind me, don’t talk!”

This time, she saw Xiaoqiao’s face as if she was surprised or happy or excited.

"Dry? Are you winning the lottery?"

"Is it strong?"

"Well? Is it difficult for you to sell film and television copyright?"

The author's three joys are nothing more than these.

But the next second, Fang Qiuqiu was hugged.

"Shen Da Orange author, do you know that you are on fire?!"

Just got up, still wearing pajamas, a small bridge on the head, and shaking the shoulders of the autumn leaves excitedly!

"Have you seen your author page!!"

"Have you seen your collection?"

"Have you seen your backstage!"

"You have been copyrighted and adapted, and you have to be concerned by the film company!"

"What?"

The hand of the square autumn leaves on the keyboard suddenly trembled.

Xiaoqiao took out her mobile phone and showed it to her. "I just slept and was woken up by six or seven calls. All of my friends who are beautiful and romantic are asking, do you know you, do you know your fire? Da Yao Yao recommended it to you on Weibo! I also read your novel live, and the number of live viewers has exceeded several hundred thousand!!! Big orange! Suffocation, I and my friends are suffocating!"

Fang Qiuqi’s eyes widened and he quickly opened the phone he had not taken out in the small bag.

Today, because she recorded the program, she did not watch the live broadcast by herself.

So I don't know anything about the situation in the room.

But as soon as I opened the screen, I found that the fan base was constantly jumping.

In addition to the remarks of the president, I am a group of 'I also read the novels recommended by Dayao Yao', 'Good, I am also a book shortage', 'Da Yao Yao Weibo sent, please support genuine subscription, everyone Go ahead! ’...

Fang Qiu is sluggish.

In the midst of sluggishness, she also saw a WeChat that jumped out.

[Mr. Gong: Are you free today? Come out and talk. 】

She really didn't have time, and she died in the manuscript.

And soon, another Ye Hao message popped up.

[You are Shen Dan Orange? what! ? 】

It is worthwhile to think that IQ is high. When she guessed it, she never told the author vest to Ye Hao.

A friend who doesn't have a word around, almost never knows her author's name, she feels too ashamed.

Fang Qiuqiu still didn't think about whether or not to tell her sister, and the qq message bounced again.

It turned out to be her editor Xiaomi.

[There are film and television companies to consult and talk about copyright. Are you online these days? 】

How long does it take for the old book to end? Is the new book ready to be prepared? The old book is broken, and there are a lot of updates! 】

Fang Qiuzhang opened his mouth.

She pinched her face and felt it!

Not dreaming...

The editor rarely knocks on her and cares about her contributions.

There is also film and television copyright... This is something she dare not think about.

"Big orange, you have to fly!"

Xiaoqiao took her tighter and rubbed her unwashed face around her.

"I want your smile too!"

"Big oranges, you must have saved the earth in your life!"

Fang Qiuqiu mouth squatted, holding a mobile phone, his body was hit by ecstasy, unable to move.

"No, because I am going to write rainbow farts."

"Eh?"

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Yu Yaoyao at 9 o'clock in the evening, watching the update on time.

However, the little warm baby seems to be standing on the side of Dad, even crying at 9 o'clock on time, or the kind that is not good.

Whether it is Shen Rui's little buns or Shen Yi Chong's hands to hold a small warm baby, she can't stop her crying.

In the end, Shen Yichong can only plug the small group to Yu Yaoyao's chest.

The small dumplings stopped crying.

She also doesn't want to eat milk. She just had enough to eat in the first half hour. It seems that she just wants to be simply held by her mother.

One was surrounded by Yu Yaoyao's arm. The small scorpion smashed the pink mouth and just licked it as if it had been washed by the clear water. It satisfactorily found a good position in her chest and closed satisfactorily. I got a look.

Small eyelashes look very long, like a small fan in the jitter.

It looks so cute.

Yu Yaoyao originally wanted to read the latest chapter, and the result was so delayed.

Xiao Rui Baozi also has a battle with Shen Yi Chong this time.

"Mummy, it must be that you have too little time with the little warmth today, so she is not happy~"

Shen Yi Chong attached to the dagger. "Together for a while, I must have cried when I feel insecure."

Unprincipled father and son, as long as the little warm baby does not cry, they are all good.

Yu Yaoyao is helpless. "Will you like this, will you spoil your child?"

"will not."

Father and son are unanimous.

"On the line."

Yu Yaoyao is also a little warm buns, but she has read many parenting books.

Holding a fear of spoiling, not holding and afraid that she cried a little bitch.

It’s difficult.

Forget it, just hold it.

Today's latest chapter comment area sofa, can not grab, hehe!

"Husband, can you help me press the phone? Click on the voice to read, I will listen."

"No."

The father and son once again said the same thing.

Even after the talk, the two fathers and sons still had a tacit understanding.

Sure enough, Mommy will teach strange things to the little warm steamed buns!

Sure enough, this is the wife's choice of a little warm mate!

Must not!

Yu Yaoyao blinked: "What strange things are your father and son thinking about? I haven't finished it yet, give me another headset, I won't let it go!"

The two fathers suddenly looked at the sky, as if they had not heard anything.

Yu Yaoyao: "Hey, hello!?"