Li Luo looked at her with a stunned expression and was amused for a while, then secretly rubbed his wrist.

For him, the normal speed is actually about three to four thousand words an hour.

Writing 6,000 words in one hour this time was already the result of the high-speed operation of the memory palace.

After stopping now, Li Luo couldn't help but rub his temples, feeling that his head was still a little dizzy.

This is a side effect of the memory palace being overloaded.

At night, I definitely can't work as hard as I did in the afternoon.

"If you multiply it by a factor of 5, you are still less than me." Li Luo reminded kindly next to Xu Youyu, "Senior sister, is there any punishment for the loser?"

"Um...didn't I say it? How about forget it then?"

"It's okay, help me while we cook later. After dinner, you'll wash the dishes too." Li Luo said with a smile, "By the way, you can help me wash my clothes in the evening. Oh, by the way, remember to clean up too."

"

"You think of me as a nanny?" Xu Youyu glared at him angrily.

"Are you willing to admit defeat, or do you want to change?"

"Are there any other options?"

"Yes." Li Luo nodded, "You can also choose to be my maid. You have to listen to me until early in the morning."

"Hey~" When Xu Youyu heard this, he suddenly laughed ambiguously, "So this is what the junior kid had in mind? If you think about it, it's not impossible."

"Then it's settled?" Li Luo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Then we will leave the kitchen to our little maid, washing dishes, washing clothes, sweeping and mopping the floor."

When Xu Youyu heard this, his head suddenly filled with black threads: "...Is there any difference between you before and after?!"

"Does a maid sound better than a nanny?"

"Get out of here!"

…

Cleveland, around 7 a.m.

At the door of the hotel, Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing said goodbye at the door.

"Please spend more time with your daughter." Yuan Wanqing came up to him, stood on tiptoes, and kissed the corner of his lips gently, then took two steps back and said with a smile, "I'm going back first."

"Yes." Ying Zhicheng took Yuan Wanqing's hand, hugged her back, and kissed her deeply for a long time before letting go of her again, "I will go shopping with my daughter for two days first, and then I will go find you."

"No problem." Yuan Wanqing waved to him and got into the car of the secretary who drove to pick her up.

After Ying Zhicheng watched the car drive away from the hotel door, he looked away, turned back to the hotel, and walked all the way to the door of Ying Chanxi's room and knocked lightly.

Soon, Ying Chanxi ran to the door and opened it.

"Xixi, it's time for breakfast." Ying Zhicheng walked into the room and saw his daughter holding a phone in her hand and chatting with someone.

Ying Chanxi nodded towards him, and then said to the other end of the phone: "Let's not talk about it for now. Stop playing games and go to bed early. I'm going to have breakfast first."

"Yeah, bye~"

Seeing the sweet smile on his daughter's lips, Ying Zhicheng coughed twice. After seeing her hang up the phone, he couldn't help but ask: "Li Luo?"

"Yeah." Ying Chanxi put on her shoes and followed Ying Zhicheng out of the room, "Let's go, Dad."

"Has he finished attending the symposium?" Ying Zhicheng thought of the topic he and Yuan Wanqing talked about last night, thinking that his daughter already knew about Li Luo's book writing, and he guessed that Xixi also knew about it.

He usually works all the time and rarely spends time with Ying Chanxi, so he lacks topics to talk about.

At this time, seeing that Ying Chanxi had just finished talking to Li Luo on the phone, he subconsciously found an excuse to chat with his daughter.

But after Ying Chanxi heard what his father said, he was immediately confused and asked strangely: "What symposium? Dad, what did you say?"

When Ying Zhicheng saw her reaction, he burst into laughter: "You still act like one? Are you so good at helping Li Luo keep secret?"

"You don't know that the song "Rings of the Year" he wrote and sung for Yuan Wanqing was produced by our company."

"So I already knew that he was writing a novel before, and you don't have to help him keep it a secret."

As soon as these words came out, Ying Chanxi stopped immediately and looked at Ying Zhicheng with a blank expression.

"What, what's wrong?" Ying Zhicheng suddenly panicked when he saw her expression, "Uh...Xixi, you..."

"Dad, can you say it again what you just said?" Ying Chanxi blinked, then smiled slightly and tilted his head and asked.

"It's just... Li Luo writes songs and novels. What's wrong?"

"I know that he can write songs, but what happened to "Rings of the Year"?" Ying Chanxi pursed her lips, "There is also the matter of writing novels, how come I haven't heard of it?"

Hearing what Ying Chanxi said, Ying Zhicheng was also a little confused.

Li Luo, you have already let other people know about it, but you still hide it from his family, Xixi?
Chapter completed!