World of Movies and TV: From Breaking Up with Qiao Jingjing

"Aunt Song?" Fang Mo was a little surprised.

"Your enemy, how many women are there?" Song Qian couldn't help asking.

"Aunt Song, don't you know?" Fang Mo was a little strange: "Didn't I say that?"

"Hmph!" Song Qian snorted coldly, but did not speak.

"Angry?"

"No."

"Then why don't you talk?"

"tired."

Fang Mo smiled.

When they arrived at the supermarket, Song Qian stayed in the car, while Fang Mo hurried to the pharmacy, then bought another bottle of mineral water and came back.

"You have a conscience, kid." Song Qian said, swallowing the medicine.

"Actually, Aunt Song, you don't need to eat it." Fang Mo felt distressed: "This food hurts your body after all."

"Stop! I don't want Yingzi to have more than one younger brother or younger sister." Song Qian said coldly.

"It's not that I can't afford it..." Fang Mo muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Song Qian raised her eyebrows.

"Cough, let's go, or it will be noon." Fang Mo quickly changed the subject.

"Hmph!" Song Qian snorted coldly, but did not speak.

But he acquiesced to Fang Mo's explanation.

The two each pushed a shopping cart into the mall.

When the two of them walked out of the supermarket with big and small bags, it was already two hours later.

"Good guy, I almost didn't put it on." Fang Mo said with a smile.

"Who told you to buy so many?" Song Qian was speechless.

You've seen women pulling men to buy things, but have you ever seen the opposite?

That's right, Fang Mo is such a man.

Chapter 161 Sending Song Qian Home

"Cough, I don't come here often." Fang Mo said with a smile: "I live by myself, and I usually come once a month. Of course, I have to buy more every time." "You are not afraid that you can't finish it. "Song Qian gave him an annoyed look.

"Hehe, where is this? If I really open my mouth to eat, this supermarket will be ruined." Fang Mo joked with a smile.

Song Qian was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that Fang Mo's appetite was really about the same.

Song Qian suddenly had a strange idea in her mind.

Could this be the reason why he has such good physical strength?

Thinking of this, Song Qian suddenly blushed.

"Aunt Song?" Fang Mo asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"No." Song Qian lowered her head in embarrassment, then turned and returned to the car.

Fortunately, although there are a lot of things, this car is quite powerful, and it can easily hold these things.

Of course, not only is the trunk full, but even the rear seat is full of ingredients.

This is because Fang Mo deliberately reduced the purchase of some ingredients in consideration of the insufficient space in the car, or he would have the vegetable vendor deliver them directly to his home every time.

No way, eating too much is also a headache.

Watching Fang Mo load the ingredients, Song Qian suddenly said, "Xiao Mo."

"En?" Fang Mo looked strangely.

"Go to your house first." Song Qian looked out of the car, not looking into Fang Mo's eyes at all.

"Aunt Song." Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "If you have anything, it's better to talk to Yingzi directly." Fang Mo persuaded: "How can a mother and daughter have an overnight feud?"

"I'm not Qiyingzi, I'm... oh, let's go to your house first!" Song Qian said directly.

"Okay." Fang Mo was a little helpless, but seeing Song Qian's insistence, he could only go home first.

On the way, Song Qian seemed to be thinking about something, she just stared blankly at the outside of the car.

Fang Mo was a little worried, but Song Qian never spoke, and Fang Mo didn't know what to say for a while.

This kind of thing can only be done if the parties want to understand it.

Qiao Yingzi is easy to get into a dead end, and Song Qian, as a mother, is naturally more likely to get into a dead end.

After all, Qiao Yingzi lived with Song Qian since she was a child.

So it is very natural for Qiao Yingzi to favor Song Qian invisibly.

At any rate, Qiao Yingzi can persuade her. After all, Qiao Yingzi is only skeptical and does not have 100% evidence.

Still persuasive.

But Song Qian couldn't.

Qiao Weidong's one thing after another has completely marked "X" in Song Qian's heart.

So even if Fang Mo persuaded him, he might not be able to change his image.

Besides...

As a scumbag, Fang defaulted that he should not remind anything.

This is different from Qiao Yingzi.

No matter what, Qiao Yingzi and Fang Mo just had a tacit understanding.

But the two never made it clear.

But with Song Qian, they really know the basics.

So of course Fang Mo couldn't remind anything.

Although he is frank, Fang Mo will not be so stupid as to make himself uncomfortable.

That's not candid, that's stupid.

Back home, Fang Mo started to move things.

Although it looks like a lot of things, it is actually very simple for two people.

Song Qian looked at things, Fang Mo drove the car away, then turned around, Fang Mo went home with all the things.

Of course, some of Song Qian's things were also included.

But put these alone for the time being, and send them back when Song Qian is about to leave.

until five in the afternoon.

With the help of Fang Mo, Song Qian went home with the purchased things.

Qiao Yingzi was a little surprised to see Fang Mo and Song Qian coming back together.

"Mom, you are..."

"Where's your dad?" Song Qian asked casually.

"Uh—I'm leaving in the afternoon." Qiao Yingzi was a little confused.

"Aunt Song and I met by chance in the morning. We were shopping together in a nearby supermarket. Later, seeing that I bought a lot, Aunt Song helped me." Fang Mo explained in a low voice.

Qiao Yingzi was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

She just thought...

After putting away the things, Fang Mo smiled and bid farewell.

"You said you child, you don't even drink a glass of water when you come to help?" Song Qian asked reproachfully.

"Hehe, Aunt Song, it's okay, I have something to do, so I won't stay here."

"Forget it, then you should be careful when you go back at night." Song Qian said casually.

"Okay, Yingzi, see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye." Qiao Yingzi waved his hand.

After Fang Mo left, Qiao Yingzi looked at Song Qian who seemed to be in a good mood. For some reason, she always felt that something was wrong.

But for a while, nothing was wrong.

"Mom..." Qiao Yingzi asked tentatively, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Angry? With your dad?" Song Qian asked back.

"kindness."

"If I had to get angry with him every time, I would have been pissed off." Song Qian gave Qiao Yingzi an angry look.

Qiao Yingzi smiled awkwardly, but couldn't answer.

Ever since the parents divorced, as long as the father came, the mother would get angry and quarrel. If she was angry every time, it might really be over long ago.

Just looking at the door, Qiao Yingzi seemed a little hesitant.

Did you guess wrong?

Unknowingly, Qiao Yingzi's heart became more and more depressed.

Back home, Fang Mo turned on the computer.

Log in to PP casually and send a message to Lin Dongsheng.

"Boss, you are finally online."

"En." Fang Mo opened the writer's backstage, and when he saw the writer's backstage, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and then his brows furrowed again.

"Why did you only pass on a few chapters?" Fang Mo was a little surprised.

When Fang Mo was writing, he deliberately kept each chapter around [-] words according to the reading habits of online articles.

It will neither be too long to appear procrastinated, nor will it affect the reading experience because of too few words.

It stands to reason that [-] words a day means five chapters a day.

It's been almost a month since the book was published, so there should be 150 chapters anyway.

But at this moment, the total number of published chapters in "Shooting the Condors" is less than 60 chapters.

Fang Mo looked at it and found that they kept updating at a frequency of [-] words per day, that is, two chapters.

Of course, although the update is slow, the chapter results are very good.

The first is favorites.

Before a certain article is put on the shelves, the most important thing is collection, and V collection is the key.

Interestingly, the V income in this era is not the V income in later generations where the higher the VIP level, the cheaper it is to read books.

It is a very simple and crude VIP member collection.

You can become a VIP only if you pay a regular fee every month.

And VIP not only has an exclusive name, but also can be used as real data.

It is an important reference basis for many reading website advertising positions.

It can be said that the higher the number of VIPs on a website, the higher the advertising cost.

Yes, today's online text platforms do not use the model of charging according to the number of words, but the model of obtaining traffic and accepting advertisements like other websites.

It has to be said that this model is very backward, and because this is a new industry, the prospects are not yet obvious.

Although a Wen Group has 70 billion assets, these assets are more of the IP income of literary writers.

Internet literature has just started in this world, and its prospects are uncertain.