MTL - Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child-Chapter 523 bad woman

  Yu Weiwei was taken aback for a moment.

   "Why do you say that about our father?"

   It’s not that she respects Yu Kangtai so much, but that she takes filial piety too seriously in this era. As a native girl, Yu Pingping will definitely be influenced by this kind of patriarchal ideology, and she should take her father as her heaven.

   But Yu Pingping's words just now were blatantly mocking her father.

   Yu Weiwei felt incredible!

  Yu Pingping pouted.

   "I used to think there was nothing wrong with our father.

   But since I helped you manage the troupe's finances, my father has interfered with my freedom in various ways.

   He disliked the troupe as a lowly business.

   He didn't allow me to go out, nor let me come into contact with the troupe.

  If I'm not obedient, he will use the family law on me, I'm annoying him now! "

  Yu frowned: "Did he beat you?"

  Yu Pingping: "He wanted to beat me, but was stopped by my brother. I don't understand. I just wanted to find something to do. Why did he try to stop me?"

   She said more and more aggrieved, and her voice became lower and lower.

  Yu Weiwei looked at her seriously: "Then do you still want to help me manage the troupe's finances?"

  Yu Pingping gave a positive answer without hesitation.

   "Of course!

   The more my father looked down on me, the more I had to prove to him that I was no worse than anyone else.

   Even if I get away from him, I still have the ability to support myself! "

   It would be fine if she was still the little girl who was raised in the back house, but after tasting the sense of accomplishment of making money on her own, how could she still be willing to obey her father's mercy?

  Although she can't be as powerful as the Queen in "Feng Ming Guo Ji", she also hopes to have the power to make decisions for herself.

  Yu Wei smiled and praised sincerely.

   "Good job."

  Yu Pingping raised her chin and smiled triumphantly: "That's right?!"

  Yu Weiwei: "Then it's good, you go back and prepare a beautiful dress, we'll see you at Chery Garden the day after tomorrow."

"Um!"

  Yu Pingping walked away with the gift box.

   After walking two steps, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Yu curling.

   "I was almost fooled by you, the scar on your face..."

  Yu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I was just kidding you. My scars can go away, it just takes a while."

  Yu Pingping got angry immediately.

   "You lied to me? You're going too far!"

   She rushed over with the gift box in her hand, slammed into Yu curling hard, and then ran away angrily.

   Yu Cuiwei was knocked back two steps, and smiled helplessly.

   "Why are you still like a child? Childish!"

  Ling Hai hurriedly asked: "Are you hurt by being hit?"

  Yu Wei waved his hand: "It's okay, let's go back."

   The two were about to leave when a familiar shout came from behind them.

   "Prince Princess, is that you?"

   Yu curled his feet, turned around and looked at the sound, and saw a fat middle-aged man running out of the bookstore.

   She recognized at a glance that this fat man was one of the many booksellers who worked with her.

   She secretly screamed badly, this product must have come to urge the draft.

  Yu curled up Ling Hai and was about to run.

   The fat bookseller saw this, and hurriedly accelerated to catch up, shouting while chasing back.

   "Prince Princess, don't run away, I recognize you!

   When did you come back? Why didn't you tell us anything?

   When will the manuscripts you owe us be paid back? "

  Yu Weiwei pretended not to hear, and ran faster with oil on the soles of her feet.

   Fat Bookseller: "If you run away again, I'll call out your pseudonym."

  Yu Weiwei immediately braked suddenly and stopped abruptly.

   There are people all around in broad daylight. If the fat bookseller called out her pseudonym, it would mean that everyone in the city would know about her wearing a vest and selling picture books.

   She pointed at the fat bookseller with her waist on.

   "Don't shout, we have an agreement. If you reveal my pseudonym, our cooperation will be terminated immediately, and you will have to pay me ten times the royalties."

   The fat bookseller was exhausted and out of breath.

   "I-I can't do this either.

  You are here for half a year, and you will submit the manuscript when you come back.

   But you don't tell us when you come back, so many of us have to wait for you.

   Don't you know, people come to the bookstore every day to ask about new books.

  We are racking our brains to find ways to delay time.

   But it’s almost the end of the year, and we really can’t go on.

   I beg you to do it well, and give us the sketch as soon as possible. "

   He clasped his hands as he spoke, looking really pitiful.

  Yu Weiwei felt empty in her heart.

   She promised to hand in the manuscript when she came back, but now she can't come up with the manuscript.

   It's because she didn't keep her promise, and she deserves it.

   "I haven't finished drawing yet, you wait a little longer, I will notify you when I finish drawing."

  The fat booksellers are not so easy to fool.

   "You always said to wait, but the end of the wait is over. This time you have to give us a precise word. When will you be able to submit the manuscript?"

  Yu Wei scratched his face in a stern manner.

   "I'll submit the manuscript after the New Year's Eve."

   "Go! Yuan! Festival!" The fat bookseller roared in disbelief with his mung bean eyes open, "Why don't you say that the manuscript will be handed over for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

  Yu Weiwei was overjoyed: "Then submit the manuscript for the Dragon Boat Festival!"

   The fat bookseller was almost blown to the sky.

   "Do you know how many people are waiting for your new book?

  Do you know how much pressure we booksellers are under every day?

  Look at my body shape, I'm so worried that I'm getting fat!

   And my hair, which is falling out every day!

   If this continues, my wife will dislike me!

  Please do well, don't torture us any more? "

  Yu Weiwei: "Doesn't your hair look quite a lot?"

   The fat bookseller ripped off the hat on his head, and stretched out his hand to tug at his hair, revealing a small piece of bare scalp.

   "Look, is there a lot of hair? A lot?"

  Yu Weiwei looked at the reflective scalp, and really couldn't utter a single word "more" without conscience.

   The fat bookseller put on his hat again, grief-stricken.

   "I've seen countless authors, but I've never seen any author as protracted as you.

   But you have a noble status, and I dare not do anything to you.

   No matter how big the pressure is, I can only endure it by myself.

  My God, I just want to sell a few books to earn some money to support my family, is it easy for me woo woo woo! "

   As he spoke, he covered his face and cried.

  The surrounding pedestrians looked over and looked at the fat bookseller and Yu Lingwei curiously.

  Yu Weiwei: "Why are you crying? A boy doesn't cry easily."

  Fat Bookseller: "Woooooo! You're not worth talking about, and you can't do what you promised me, you big liar!"

  Yu Weiwei: "I didn't do it on purpose, I also have difficulties."

   Fat Bookseller: "Woooooo! What troubles can you have? Don't you just want to play with me? You just feel very happy when you see me worrying about you every day, sleep and sleep, don't you?"

  Yu Weiwei: "How can I have it? Don't talk nonsense."

   Fat Bookseller: "You have it! You bad woman!"

   Seeing that the eyes of the onlookers became more and more strange, Ling Hai hurriedly pulled up the sleeves of Yu curling, and reminded in a low voice.

   "This is not the place to talk."