After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

She returned to her room and started typing, and her attention quickly focused on her work.

Not long after, Zhao Wei got up.

She simply washed up and no longer had the elegant and refined appearance she had in the Fang family.

She was just wearing simple home clothes, had her hair done briefly, and came to have breakfast.

Zhao Wei has become accustomed to her current life, which is slow-paced, quiet, and free of clutter.

You don't need to worry about the children's daily life, nor do you need to engage in intrigue with other wives of bosses.

As for cumbersome jewelry, it is no longer needed.

Although there are still a lot of jewelry in the room, they are completely useless now.

Fang Qingyan sat on the side and watched her mother eat with small bites, her posture was still very good.

It’s just that mother Zhao Wei’s complexion is really bad.

He looked like he had aged at least 10 years.

He is clearly not even 50 years old, but he looks like he is 60 years old.

There are actually some white hairs.

"Mom, I asked Leilei, and Ping'an is only free in the afternoon because he has classes in the morning.

I have nothing to do this morning, how about I take you to get your hair done?"

Fang Qingyan felt a little sorry for her mother.

Well, I wasn’t worried when I hadn’t seen her, but after seeing her, I did feel a little sorry for my mother.

In her memory, her mother had never been so sloppy.

Zhao Wei paused in her meal and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"Alas, Mom doesn't seem to need to dress so formally now.

These days, apart from feeling a little sad, everything else is fine for me.

It’s much easier than when I was in Cloud City.”

Fang Qingyan smiled and said, "Mom, it doesn't matter what else you do, but at least you should dye your hair.

In addition, light makeup is also necessary.

Otherwise, if you go out and know that you are Ping An's mother, wouldn't that make people look down on Ping An?"

These words hit the spot in Zhao Wei's mind.

"okay.

But I haven’t been to a beauty salon once since I came to Beijing…”

Fang Qingyan smiled and said, "I don't know either, but it doesn't matter, there will be a way."

Zhao Wei nodded, and the two of them had reached an agreement.

"Leilei, are you going?" Zhao Wei suddenly asked.

Fang Qingyan smiled and shook her head and said, "Leilei said she still has work to do, and I think she's also very busy.

Don't bother her.

But she said she would go with us to Beijing University to visit Ping An this afternoon."

A smile appeared on Zhao Wei's face.

But then, the smile turned into a frown.

"I wonder if Ping An really doesn't want to see me..."

Fang Qingyan comforted her again.

After she drove Zhao Wei to get a beauty and hairdressing treatment and left, Fang Jinglei walked out of the yard, stood at the door, looked at the direction they left, shook her head, and sighed.

Turned back to his room and continued working.

Although her work has not been completed yet, it has begun to be adapted into a script.

Moreover, she was responsible for the adaptation herself.

Now she has simply started writing the script and has stopped writing the original novel.

It is said that investors are quite optimistic about this book.

Although it is a bit sad, this kind of short play relies on pulling at the audience's emotions, making people grit their teeth and unable to stop watching.

The editor said that if this script could be successfully filmed, she could make several million just from the profits.

Of course, this is the treatment she gets, not only the income from the script, but also the share of the overall income.

Short plays are extremely popular right now.

The income is often over 100 million...

It's really enviable.

She even plans to set up her own company to develop short drama projects in the future.

But that was just a thought that popped up occasionally.

The investor asked her to meet tomorrow, saying that she was the author and needed to discuss the conditions for finding actors with her.