Qiao Yimo: "Well, there is no charge for this book."

Qiao Yimo's original intention of writing "Warm Wind II" was to give back to the fans, but also to make up for readers who could not buy "Warm Wind".

Su Zhe: "???" What? free?

He was stunned for a long time, "Sister Mo, the charges have already been overwhelmed. Does not charging now make the website paralyzed."

When the first copy of Warm Front was priced at around 50, the total sales volume was tens of millions. On the day of sale, the website was paralyzed, and sales broke a record high, reaching several hundred million.

It also broke a world record, the modern writer with the highest single-day sales of a single book.

If there is no charge now, wouldn't the website be going to blow up?

Qiao Yimo's eyebrows were light, and his tone was surprisingly flat: "At that time, let Liu Xin maintain the system."

Maintaining the system is not difficult for a professional hacker!

Su Zhe: "........."

She didn't know that this free operation cost them billions of dollars.

Su Zhe was helpless but had no choice but to agree, "Okay."

The boss is rich and willful, the money is spent, and the rich man in the family.

"By the way, take good care of the people in Mo Runge, don't have any surprises this time." Qiao Yimo added another sentence when Su Zhe was about to hang up.

The last time the account was still unfinished, if Mo Runge dared to intervene in this matter this time, no matter the ends of the world, she would have disturbed Mo Runge's lair.

"There is no problem!" Su Zhe curled his thin lips slightly, and it seemed that the people of Mo Runge really angered the little ancestor.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yimo straightened his hair, and then went downstairs lazily.

At this time, the man was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and saw her coming down from the upper floor, then put down the newspaper in his hand and walked to the restaurant.

Leng Juo removed the dining room stool, Qiao Yimo glanced at the courteous man blankly, and sat in.

Bo Hua stood aside and looked at the aura of the two. It was quite inexplicable. They were still flirting in the car yesterday. Why didn't the two of them feel right all night.

From this look, it must be that Master Tire has annoyed Miss Qiao.

Tsk tut, it's my own wife, so why can't I let Miss Qiao much.

If Mrs. Leng knew that her grandson-in-law had been bullied by her grandson, then it would be Lord Tien who had been swept out.

Leng Tiong kindly handed the toast bread covered with beef sauce to the girl, and said in a low voice, "Eat it."

Qiao Yimo sat, looking at him coldly, without answering.

"Eat first." The man stretched out his hand and passed the toast bread over again, and said in her ear to please: "Next time I play with you, whatever you want, okay?"

Qiao Yimo looked at him with a sincere attitude.

It took a long time before she took the toast bread, then opened her mouth and took a heavy bite.

It took a few seconds before she realized that she undercut and asked, "Where is the old lady?"

"The old lady flew to Country M early in the morning." Bo Hua explained on the side.

"It's early."

Seeing that the girl's mood finally improved, Leng Juan flashed a smile across his eyes, "She doesn't want to disturb us, she hopes to hold her great-grandson earlier." The genius remembered for a second.

After eating the last bite of toast bread, Qiao Yimo got up and licked his fingers, saying meaningfully: "Lengda is the master of anything, and there should be no problem with having children by myself."

Leng tired: "........"

Bohua: "......" The school has returned to the enthusiasm of the past. JrNovels.com