Jing Xiaocha felt that Wen Jin was proud of her achievements.

"Brother Wen, I'm not as good as you said. I just feel that writing scripts is much more difficult than writing novels."

"Have you encountered difficulties?"

Wen Jin smiled calmly and asked with concern.

Jing Xiaocha thought about it before answering softly, "Because it involves some professional issues, it's a headache."

"oh?"

Wen Jin raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at Jing Xiaocha with a slightly raised voice.

"Your novel is based on medical medicinal materials. What are your headaches for these two issues?"

"I wanted to find you a few days ago, but Sister Ou said you were on a business trip, so I didn't dare to disturb you. I don't think about it. I'll ask you for advice when you come back."

Jing Xiaocha covered her smile. She had actually been avoiding her for a while and was not allowed to contact Wen Jin by herself.

Don't disturb him in love.

Wen Jin curled her lips and smiled, picked up a chicken wing and put it in her bowl, "Then I'm here now. After dinner, I'll tell you all your questions. Even if I'm too busy and tired, I can't eat instant noodles all day."

"I……"

Jing Xiaocha instinctively wanted to explain, and from the corner of her eyes she glanced at Zhang Minghui with her eyes flashing. She immediately frowned, "Xiaohui."

Zhang Minghui's neck shrank, "Aunt, I didn't tell Uncle Wen on purpose."

"Don't blame Xiaohui, if you eat instant noodles all day, how can your body bear it?"

Jing Xiaocha looked at the table full of dishes and seemed to understand why Wen Jin cooked at her house tonight. At the same time, a warm current flowed through his heart.

"So Brother Wen, you cook such a table of dishes?"

"I don't want the screenwriter to die bravely before the TV series was released."

Wen Jin's words caused Jing Xiaocha's mouth to twitch and he said guiltily, "It's not that serious."

"Isn't it serious? I think you're thinner than some time ago."

Wen Jin looked her up, and when his eyes flashed across her chest, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw when he picked up a shawl outside the banquet hall.

Compared to that time, my breasts were flat.

This strange thought flashed through my mind, and Wen Jin subconsciously frowned.

How could he have such an idea?

"I've been thinner because of Xiaohui's schooling in the past few days." Jing Xiaocha bluntly pushed the blame to Xiaohui's schooling.

"Xiaohui went to school?"

A trace of doubt appeared between Wen Jin's eyebrows.

Jing Xiaocha nodded, and when he thought of this, Xiumei frowned unconsciously.

Wen Jin saw Jing Xiaocha's expression in his eyes and knew it in his heart, "Let's have dinner first, eat for a while before talking slowly."

After dinner, Wen Jin asked Zhang Minghui to watch TV with Jing Xiaocha's notebook. He and Jing Xiaocha sat on the sofa in the living room, "Tell me about Xiaohui's schooling first."

"There is no good school to accept it, only a very remote private school is willing to accept it."

Jing Xiaocha answered truthfully.

Wen Jin pondered and told her the reason, "Is it because of her household registration, as well as her family situation and age?"

"right."

"It's not convenient to go to school too far. Why not do this? Let him and Ziyi and others go to the same school. You don't have to worry about these things. I'll call Xiuchen later and let him do it."

Zi Yi went to a noble school, and that school Mo Xiuchen was also one of the major shareholders, so it would be no problem for Zhang Minghui to go to that school with just one word from him.
Chapter completed!