The warmth of the man's lips still lingered on the corners of her lips. Chu Li's expression froze after she said "My dad wants to see you". She looked at Zhu Chuan, bewildered: "Didn't we just officially announce our relationship a week ago? Now we're meeting our parents? Aren't you a little anxious?"

"It's about the Luo River Divine Book. Actually, at first I wanted to invite Editor-in-Chief Xia and you to have dinner together to talk about his son's career. I thought there was nothing good to talk about, so I asked casually: Why did you bring Teacher Xia with you to meet my girlfriend..."

“…”

"They really did arrange Teacher Xia's dinner party for another time," Zhao Chuan said with a look of "Am I super smart?" "Except for the fact that my dad doesn't believe I have a girlfriend, everything is perfect."

"...I can understand your father not believing this." Chu Li looked at the face in front of him that deserved to be slapped and said sincerely, "To be honest, I am also confused about this matter now."

"I am a best-selling author, and you, as the editor of my book," Zhuo Chuan stretched out his hand and poked Chu Li's forehead with his orchid finger, "You are the person in the world who is closest to my brilliant talent. What's so surprising about you falling for this?"

“…”

"Besides, I'm handsome and I have money."

“…”

"You've got a treasure."

"Have you said enough?"

Chu Li rolled his eyes and slapped the finger poking at his forehead. Men in love are always so confident, thinking they are perfect in every way, and that marrying Liu Yifei is a little unfair... I used to just hear this, but now I see a living specimen - Chu Li couldn't help but think about how to introduce Zhechuan to her parents in the future: Mom and Dad, this is my boyfriend, a well-known best-selling author in China, worth tens of millions, from a scholarly family, tall and handsome, but he's just not very smart.

At this time, Zhuochuan sat down next to Chuli, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while... At this time, it was Chuli's phone that vibrated first.

[Yu Yao: Tell Zhuchuan to stop reading Weibo. It’s full of all kinds of smoky and foul language…]

[Yu Yao: It has come to the point where “he owes his success to his father.” This time, “Luohe Divine Book” was nominated for the Flower Branch Award, which made some people jealous—it hasn’t won the award yet, it’s just nominated.]

【Yu Yao: Also, I am actually quite curious about why Zhao Chuan is so adamant about not writing romance novels… I don’t think it seems that he doesn’t want to write because his resistance is too strong. Deputy Editor-in-Chief, why don’t you ask him and satisfy people’s curiosity?】

Chu Li glanced at her phone and replied to Yu Yao with a series of "..." At this moment, she heard a "click" sound of the phone screen unlocking. She looked up and found that it was Zhao Chuan who unlocked the phone screen. Just as he was about to slowly click on Weibo, she reached out and pressed Zhao Chuan's phone almost reflexively: "Have you bought the ticket?"

Zhuo Chuan raised his head and looked at her in confusion: "When can we not buy the plane ticket?"

"I need to ask for leave from the company." Chu Li calmly took the phone from the man's hand.

Zhu Chuan suddenly stopped moving. He suddenly calmed down and stared at Chu Li seriously for a while... Chu Li felt a little guilty at first, until the man looked at her and made her hair stand on end. Then she saw his eyes rolling around in his sockets, and then he asked in a steady voice: "What's going on online about me again?"

Chu Li wanted to cry and call for her mother for a moment, but in her heart she blamed Yu Yao for asking her to stop Zhuo Chuan from reading Weibo. Her acting skills were exposed by the movie emperor in just ten seconds - it was basically like showing off in front of Guan Gong!

At this time, Chu Chuan had already snatched the phone from the statue's hand.

In a very short period of time, some negative emotions can grow and ferment at an alarming speed.

It was fine a few days ago, but suddenly someone asked whether Chu Chuan's success today was due to his father, and this saying quickly spread...

[Zhu Chuan's "Eastern Charming Records" has a mature writing style. Could it be that his father is writing it for him again? The second HH? ]

[Jiang Yucheng is okay, although his first work was quite popular, but the first work of Chu Chuan is really something that I don’t know and it was written by a first-time writer…]

[I just checked the list of writers in Province C. The only new generation writers who can join are Jiang Yucheng and Zhu Chuan. Oh, it turns out that… every industry looks at background. We can only rely on ourselves. I am so angry!]

[I don't understand why Chu Chuan is so popular, his writing is not good! ]

[I have never read Zhuo Chuan's works. Today, I read "Eastern Charming Records" after seeing you guys' 818. It was not good and I couldn't finish it, so I only read a little bit at the beginning. The writing style is mature, but not that mature. If it is a debut work + there are writing experts to help revise and deliberately leave some traces of rawness, it can be explained - so should the author of "Eastern Charming Records" or the second author be changed to Zhuo Guxuan? ]

[Hahahaha, the Squid Award judging panel is so pathetic. This is the first time they've allowed a non-traditional piece of literature to be nominated, and the author has created such a scandal!]

The above, and other posts about 818 Chuan's life story and background quickly popped up like bamboo shoots after rain, and the dirty water was splashed one after another, and Jiang Yucheng, who recently sold a big book, was also implicated.

It's as if in the shadows, some people have been waiting for something to happen to them for a long time.

This time I finally found the opportunity to speak out.

Just like not long ago, another writer was also questioned that his father had ghostwritten his works when he became famous at a young age... It was also a big fuss at the time, but where was the evidence? Not much.

Zhuochuan calmly read through the replies on his phone until Chuli reached out and snatched his phone again: "Stop reading these boring things. They keep telling you scandals one after another, as if they saw your dad writing for you! They haven't even finished reading your article yet and they're already talking nonsense..."

"In these years, Jiang Yucheng and I have written at least five or six books, with millions of words in total. If he wants to criticize us, he has to read all our works. What does he think of criticizing us when the quality of our criticisms is so high..." Zhao Chuan waved his hands, turned over on the sofa, and looked a little listless.

It can be seen that it is not unaffected.

He has been very cautious these years, trying his best to distance himself from his father Zhuo Guxuan in his words and deeds.

In the end, this happened.

There are ten thousand ways for Hei Zhouchuan to do things, and nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine of them he would laugh and call "retarded", but these people who came up with rumors from nowhere actually found the only one he cared about.

I don’t know what Chuchuan is thinking.

Anyway, Chu Li feels bad.

In fact, she was already ignited by the anger of being out of touch, and her mind was full of "why" and "why". She wanted to use the official Weibo of "Moonlight" to ask, why are you people so dark that you can spread rumors for no reason...

Her fingertips were cold. She was filled with anger but had no way to vent it. She could only find the person who first spread the rumor that the book written by Hikawa might be written by his father under the official blog of Moonlight. She checked her Weibo and found that she was frantically reposting all kinds of comments that slandered Hikawa on the Internet, with the captions "23333", "I'll tell you", "Let everyone see"...

I have never found the numbers "2333" so annoying.

Following her Weibo, I scrolled down and found out that she was a senior high school student and had a Tieba account. I searched the posting records of the Tieba account and easily found the high-school H fan fiction she wrote, as well as the school, class, name, home address, and parents' mobile phone numbers that she left when exchanging letters with the so-called Tieba friends... and photos.

If we are to die, let’s die together.

Make you talk bad.

Chu Li took screenshots of all her things, and went to the part-time job website to find part-time job information in her city. She randomly asked someone, "Do you want to hand out flyers?" The person quickly replied, "I'll do anything. How much do you pay?"

Call the school and report the student in the name of a parent for taking his child to a forum to share obscene information;

Standing at the door, she took her photo, class name and the explicit words she wrote

H jokes were bound into books and distributed to students passing by;

Make her famous.

Aren't you in your third year of high school? If you have so much free time to go online and make fun of others, you might as well stop studying.

Let her also experience the feeling of having her life ruined;

Let her die.

Let her die.

My hands holding the phone were shaking slightly. I was about to talk to the part-time worker who was asking how much he was paid for handing out flyers, when the sofa next to me suddenly made a noise and I heard Chu Chuan's voice: "What are we having for dinner?"

“…”

Chu Li was slightly stunned and raised his head.

Seeing the man with his back to me lazily playing Happy Match on his phone... At that moment, the ignited anger was so enjoyable.

A basin of cool water splashed down on my head——

The whole person calmed down.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't do this.

When those people grabbed her ankles, they tried desperately to drag her into the hell called "despicable".

If she just went there without hesitation, fighting those people to the death in hell with corpses everywhere, what would it matter even if she won in the end?

She was already in hell, becoming as despicable as those people.

——Originally, she should have looked down at them from above and laughed at them.

She can't do this.

She doesn't want this.

As if the phone in her hand suddenly got hot, Chu Li threw the phone away as the part-timer kept questioning her. Looking at the man lying on his side with his back to her, her cloudy eyes regained their light. She climbed on top of the man from behind, grabbed his arm with both hands, and poked her head out from above him: "The only evidence they have against you is that "Eastern Charming Records" doesn't look like it was written by a first-time writer--"

Zhuchuan raised his head slightly and looked at Chuli.

Chu Li: “This is definitely not the first time I’ve written an article.”

Zhuochuan shook his body, as if shaking off the leeches attached to his body, trying to shake off the person lying on him: "Don't even think about it."

"Just let me take a look. After many years, Hikawa returns to Moonlight Magazine with his real debut work, restarting the serialization, and angrily chops off the heads of those trolls..."

"Forget it," the man twitched his lips sarcastically, "Mr. Zhou Guxuan said that this thing is a waste of time, meaningless, and worthless junk. Writing it is a waste of paper and ink--"

"Zhuchuan!"

"..." The man raised his hand and used his little finger to pick his ear, looking impatient, "What are you yelling about!"

"On the one hand, you are dissatisfied with your father's control over you, and you are disdainful of what he said and did to educate you. On the other hand, you acquiesce to what he said from the bottom of your heart, hiding and keeping silent. Aren't you contradicting yourself?" Chu Li grabbed the man's arm tightly, frowning fiercely. "Now people outside are so slanderous about you. Why do you let them make rumors about something you haven't done? Go and refute it, go and slap them in the face——"

The words haven't been finished yet.

A big hand suddenly climbed onto the back of my head.

The man turned back a little, and at the same time, he pressed her head down with his big hand. The next second, his soft lips swallowed all the words she hadn't finished saying back into his lips and tongue. His tongue tip was like a cat's tongue, exploring her mouth and fitting with hers, entangled together as if they were never willing to separate again...

Her breathing, which had been rapid and rapid at first due to anxiety, gradually became more relaxed, and her body seemed to soften. Her hand grasped his arm again, and she whimpered softly when he thrust his tongue into her. Her fingers trembled and she supported his arm softly.

Zhuochuan could feel that Chu Li was like a cat with its fur standing on end, its back arched and howling loudly. But now, being soothed in his arms, he turned into a puddle of water, soft as if he had no bones.

They didn't separate until they both started to breathe unsteadily.

The man lowered his eyes and used the rough ball of his thumb to wipe away the saliva that she hadn't swallowed yet. He frowned slightly, but a smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "Why are you more anxious than me? I'm fine."

Chu Li stared into his eyes for a while.

After a moment, she opened her arms and hugged him, then she rolled over and crawled from his back to his front, then arched her body like a caterpillar and burrowed into his arms.

Zhuchuan raised his hand and patted her back as if he was coaxing a child.

"I almost did something terrible just now, but luckily you asked me in time what to eat tonight."

A dull sound was heard in her arms, and Zhuchuan's big hand on her back paused for a moment, and then the man sneered.

"It seems that God had a reason for letting me take you away. What do you call this? Justice from heaven."

"I let her go."

"Uh-huh."

"It would be best if you remember my great kindness."

"Well done...well done, well done."

"snort."

“Squeak.”