She walked in quickly as she said.

Linda and others followed behind.

"Chan, how do you think of my skirt? Is it beautiful?" Baimei asked while walking in.

But Chen Fei just continued to typing on the keyboard.

Ruimei curiously put her head in front of Chen Fei, and her long golden hair fell to Chen Fei, covering his gaze towards the keyboard.

"Chan, what are you doing? Write a script?"

"This is a novel." Chen Fei answered while continuing to quit blindly.

"Writing novels? Chen, how can you write novels?" Meimei covered her mouth and looked surprised when she saw God.

Writing a novel?

Linda and Alice, who walked behind, looked at each other, and both of them were very surprised.

Especially Linda, she is a reporter herself and often writes words. In order to maintain her sensitive intuition and application ability to write words, she also writes things from time to time, poetry, prose, novels, and every time she writes herself, she realizes that writing novels is really difficult, much more difficult than writing press releases.

So at this moment, I was very surprised to hear that Chen Fei was actually writing a novel.

She also hurried over to take a look.

At this time, Chen Fei just finished writing, and he saved the document and then stepped out.

"Chen, let me see!" Meimei pulled Chen Fei up and sat on Chen Fei's chair impatiently.

Linda hurriedly came over.

The document "Shawshank Redemption" that was saved by Chen Fei before was read.

She read aloud with a erotic sound.

"I guess there are people like me in every state and federal prison in the United Nations, and I can get it for you no matter what. Whether it's a high-end cigarette or a giant (if you prefer it), or a bottle of brandy to celebrate the high school graduation of a son or daughter, almost anything... I mean, as long as it's within a reasonable range, I'll always respond; but many situations may not be reasonable.

I came to Shawshank Prison just as I turned twenty. In this happy little family, I was one of the few people who were willing to admit what I did. I committed murder. I insured my wife, who was three years older than me, and then tampered with the brakes of a Chevrolet sedan, the wedding gift she gave us. Everything was as planned, but I didn't expect her to stop halfway and take her neighbor's wife and her young son, who were heading down Castle Hill to the city. As a result, the brake failed and the speed was getting faster and faster. I rushed through the bushes on the side of the road and hit the base of an inner-war memorial statue and caught fire. Onlookers said that the speed must have exceeded fifty miles an hour.
Chapter completed!