Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Your martial arts plot is very compact, with twists and turns, and the fighting plot is also very exciting. Coupled with the love entanglement between the hero and heroine and the supporting characters, it is really attractive."

"As for mine, it is close to real life, deeply analyzes human nature, the emotional line is very tortuous, tortures the heart and body, and in the end, the perfect counter-attack, raising the eyebrows, is the deepest feeling of many people in this era, and it is normal to be popular."

444 is very excited: [The editor urged the draft, then let's send out all the things you have written in the past few days. 】

"You can't send it all at once, and you can guarantee 10,000 words for three days in the future."

For other serialized novels, only a thousand words a day, she is three thousand words a day, and she publishes two at the same time, which is enough.

As for the poetry collection, the newspaper office plans to publish it at the rate of one poem a day.

【why? 】Isn't it supposed to send as many as possible, and finish it as soon as possible?

"No matter how many newspapers and magazines there are, it won't be published." People always want to publish something else, right?

With a stable income, Su Qiao let go of her heart.

Live casually, practice, read, write novels and poems, and sometimes compose music for lyrics.

She also asked Liu's mother to buy her some herbs, make up a mask by herself, and put the mask on before going to bed every day to maintain her skin.

It really is to turn life into a poem.

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In the afternoon five days later, Su Qiao put down the book in his hand.

【Are you sure it is today? 】

According to the trajectory of his previous life, today Zhang Jingyu will be attacked, seriously injured, and even break a leg.

[You can't be wrong, the Great Demon King has already gone to Paramount. 】

[Don't hesitate, host, if it's too late, he will lose half of his life. 】

It's getting dark now, and Su Qiao is not in a hurry, 444 is very anxious.

Su Qiao thought about it and went downstairs to take away Liu Ma.

The reason is also very appropriate. Liu's married daughter was recently kicked out by her husband's family.

She gave Liu's mother ten yuan, and asked her to buy two chickens to make up for her daughter, and gave her two days off by the way.

Alas, today's men are crazy.

Ever since someone set the precedent for divorce, many men who regard themselves as aloof have shouted the banner of emancipating their minds and removing feudal dross, and began to divorce their wives one after another and form new loves.

Divorce seems to be as fashionable as suits, hats, pens, gold-rimmed glasses, and pocket watches.

If you are married to a big family with a certain status, it is fine. The marriage certificate is generally official, passed through the government department, and cannot be easily abandoned.

But many ordinary people only have a private marriage contract, the man gives up, and the woman has nothing to do.

This is the case with Liu's daughter. After being driven out by a man, she heard that she committed suicide, but she still failed to restore the man's heart.

Liu's mother is only fifty years old, but her temples have already turned white, which is a worry recently.

She looked at the ocean in her hand with wet eyes: "This... This is impossible, Madam, you are already merciful when you let me go on vacation. How can I still ask for your silver dollars?"

Su Qiao pushed her hand back and clenched it tightly: "It's okay, you can take it."

"You have taken care of me for so many years, and I have nothing to repay you. You also know my situation, and you don't know what will happen in the future."

Liu Ma held Dayang tightly and wiped the corners of her eyes: "Madam, you are so nice, Er Shao... Er Shao will see you well one day."

Such a good lady, why haven't I met a good man?

Apart from the birthmark on her face, the lady is dignified and elegant, knowledgeable and polite, can write poems, play the piano and play chess, she is obviously very good.

Thinking of her lifeless daughter, her eyes became more moist.

Su Qiao raised the corners of her mouth, slightly sarcastic.

Ha ha.

That man?

She didn't need him to see her own good.