Chapter 429 Have a coquettish boyfriend?

Slowly, the peeling fat-headed fish fainted in swimming and began to vomit. As they vomited, they turned into small carp again

Li Hao always felt that driving at home is actually no different from driving his own Cayenne, it is a process of enjoyment.

The only difference is that the Cayenne is dead.

Soon, the Beijing Evening News broadcast the interview on the show.

As soon as the interview came out, everyone was surprised.

Because they didn't expect that the person who started two projects would be a sophomore!

For a moment, Li Hao's news surfaced again.

[Young entrepreneurial young people turned out to be the top scorer in the provincial science college entrance examination!]

[The first place in high school for three consecutive years, and no one has broken this myth so far!]

[Opening entrepreneurial projects as soon as you enter the freshman year, and you have a great business mindset!]

These titles and contents have greatly improved Li Hao's popularity.

Even during dinner, someone came over to ask.

Soon, the school leaders also learned about this.

They also held a meeting and allowed Li Gen to use this public opinion to achieve the effect of publicity.

On the other hand, the click delivery app has been improved. As a brand new version, many people are very comfortable to use.

In this way, while going to school and starting a business, although Li Hao bought a million-dollar Cayenne, he was able to make money from a Cayenne in half a year.

"Son, you said you can drive the Cayenne for me and drive the Honda at home. I don't dare to drive it anymore!" Li Jingming said on the phone.

Although there was a helpless tone in the words, from the other side, Li Jingming was a happy trouble.

In fact, Li Hao and his father changed their cars long before returning to school.

Let Li Jingming drive a Cayenne, but he drives a Honda.

After all, if you drive a Cayenne in a university with an average monthly consumption of 700 yuan, it will sooner or later cause hatred to be heartbroken.

But Honda's words are different.

After all, many people at school know about Li Hao’s deeds.

There is a car, which is really normal.

Li Hao's entrepreneurship and life were smooth sailing, and Luo Xiaoke, who had been writing books before, was slowly brought up by his luck.

The novel that Luo Xiaoke currently serialized is the idea provided by Li Hao.

The name is "To Our Little Youth"

As soon as the new book was opened, it received many collections and recommendation votes from readers.

Every day, Luo Xiaoke is looking forward to others voting for a recommendation vote.

As long as she adds an extra collection in the background, she is even more cheering.

But gradually, she found that she was not satisfied.

In the past, she added ten collections a day, and she could happily add a chicken leg while having lunch.

But now, she has added hundreds of collections a day, but she is still frowning.

Li Hao looked at her and joked, "What? Are you dissatisfied with desire?"

"Yes, I don't know what's wrong, but why did my mentality change." Luo Xiaoke was a little sad.

At the beginning, she just wanted to write the story in her heart.

But now, she herself felt slowly becoming impetuous.

For this reason, she asked Li Hao.

At this time, Li Hao was eating watermelon while seeing her looking at him eagerly.

Facing Luo Xiaoke's inquiry, he explained: "Actually, it's normal, because people's desires are endless, they always have to look forward and make progress, so you will not be satisfied with the status quo."

Luo Xiaoke shook his head: "But what should I do if I don't want to do this?"

"Then there is only one way."

"What's the solution?"

"I won't write books anymore."

Luo Xiaoke listened to his words and couldn't help but look blank, "How can that be done? I will definitely write a book!"

"That's right, no matter what, you will write it down." Li Hao cheered, "Anyway, I will always support you."

After hearing this, Luo Xiaoke was very happy and left a red lips mark on Li Hao's face.

As time goes by, the novel that Luo Xiaoke has serialized is becoming more and more popular.

Many readers are moved and wonderful because of the stories she wrote.

Luo Xiaoke established a fan group under the instigation of everyone.

At first, she thought that at most, there were dozens of readers joining the group, but she didn't expect that there were more than one hundred readers in one day.

They all praised Luo Xiaoke's writing style in the group.

[Cola without ice is really well written, I can't help but send her a blade.]

[Yes, where is the master? I just write 4,000 words every day, write more.]

[You don’t keep urging the capital to write, the capital should pay more attention to rest.]

A lot of news is posted on QQ groups.

This made Luo Xiaoke both happy and satisfied.

She felt that someone had read the novel she wrote.

It's no longer a stand-alone game.

Luo Xiaoke is not only writing books every day but also chats with book friends in Q group.

This lifestyle made her feel fulfilled.

But Li Hao doesn't think so.

Once when Luo Xiaoke looked at the pictures posted by his book friends on the sofa, Li Hao came over.

He looked at Luo Xiaoke staring at his phone, then covered his stomach, pretending to have a stomachache and said, "Oh, oh~"

When Luo Xiaoke saw this, he immediately put down his cell phone and hurried forward and said carelessly: "What's wrong?"

"Me, my stomach hurts." Li Hao said with a frown.

"How come your stomach hurts?" Luo Xiaoke immediately rubbed his stomach.

Li Hao felt relieved when he saw that she had been rubbing his stomach. He immediately said, "I don't know, I just hurt anyway."

"Come on, let me touch it." Luo Xiaoke also asked: "Did you have eaten a cold drink?"

"No."

"Did you catch a cold just now? Or did you reveal your stomach while you were sleeping."

“No, either.”

When Luo Xiaoke heard this, he couldn't help but frown: "What's the reason?"

"I don't know either." Li Hao looked a little aggrieved: "Anyway, when you touched it, I felt it was a little better."

After hearing this, Luo Xiaoke hurriedly covered his hands with his hands: "Is that true?"

"Yeah." Li Hao nodded.

So Luo Xiaoke carefully rubbed his stomach.

Li Hao closed his eyes satisfied and enjoyed it.

But slowly, Luo Xiaoke discovered something was wrong.

Why is this guy looking more and more comfortable?

And he also put his hands down from time to time.

Because of the long-term relationship, the back of the hand has even been rubbed.

Luo Xiaoke deliberately tentatively: "Does it still hurt?"

"No, there's a little more."

"Then let's rub it?"

"good."

Luo Xiaoke then squeezed a handful of fat-headed fish hard.
To be continued...