Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1086 Fireman vs Cartoonist 29
Wei Chengze replied: [She is my ex-girlfriend who has been pestering me. I know what is more important than what is less important. Don’t worry, uncle.]

Lin Zhian stayed in the guest room that night. After returning home, Gu Qingqing specifically asked her how she was doing.

"It's OK..." Lin Zhian said seriously, "If Uncle Wei Chengze is not here."

"Puff——" Gu Qingqing almost sprayed a mouthful of water on Lin Zhian's face.

"It's good that your savior is together with your boyfriend." Gu Qingqing looked at Lin Zhian, "Did he recognize you?"

Lin Zhian lowered his head and continued to stare at the comic in his hand, scribbling aimlessly: "No."

"He has forgotten everything. Actually, I... can't remember it very clearly either."

Dusk swept across the azure sky, the world was dim, and a slender and weak waxing crescent moon appeared in the western sky.

This summer is scorching hot.

Lin Zhian heard the sound of cicadas. She looked up at the tall and rugged poplar tree outside the window and saw a magpie perched on the top of the tall tree.

After a moment it swoops down. When the magpie flies, its entire body and tail form a straight line, flying fast and steadily.

From another direction, a magpie with its tail spread out flew past the window gracefully and calmly like a miniature airplane, its flawless white belly particularly eye-catching.

Lin Zhian picked up her sketchbook and sketched a magpie flying. The past was blown away by the wind.

The magpie on the drawing paper is lifelike, as if it has flown out of the paper and is soaring towards the girl.

When I went to Chunhe Company, I heard the editors were discussing a writers' association, which would be held in Wencheng and many big names in the industry would attend.

The muscular editor waved his hand and directly signed up Lin Zhian.

"Ji Yixuan, are you going?" asked a colleague.

"Me? I won't go." Ji Yixuan said with a smile, "I've seen too many writers' associations like this since I was a child. They're boring and dull."

"You know all those people in the Writers Guild?!"

"Well, more or less. They are all my elders."

"Oh my God..." Lin Zhian couldn't help but rack his brains and think for two seconds.

When she was taken to the Writers Association by her father as a child, she had never heard of anyone having a daughter named Ji Yixuan.

But Lin Zhian didn't expect it.

This trip to the Writers Association actually became the direct factor in her breakup with Wei Chengze.

Before leaving on the high-speed train, Wei Chengze pestered Lin Zhian and wouldn't let him go.

"How old are you and still acting like a spoiled brat?" Lin Zhian pinched his face, "I'll be back in five or six days."

"Five or six days is a long time. I can't bear to be separated from you for that long."

"Then I'll try to come back earlier."

Wei Chengze watched Lin Zhian take the high-speed train before driving back and going straight back to the hotel.

"She's gone. You have to stay with me these days." Ji Yixuan hugged him suddenly, his voice sticky.

Wei Chengze held her hips and said, "You just deserve it."

After three hours by high-speed rail, Lin Zhian arrived in Wencheng, carrying the suitcase with difficulty.

It was a kind-hearted boy who helped her carry it down.

"Thank you." Lin Zhian whispered.

She is really no stranger to Wencheng.

Go home and live directly at my parents' house.

Her father was playing chess in the study room and said coldly, "How dare you come back? I thought you were staying in Jiangcheng and would never come back."

"I want to start a business. I want to be independent." Lin Zhian muttered softly.

"Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. I heard you were going to answer. Your dad had already put on hairspray three hours in advance and asked me which shirt looked good." Mom said, "His current poses were all prepared in advance."