Ding Peng from the Writers Association will not join.

He knows that after joining, he will definitely take up more or less his time. Then you will tell me if there is something to do, will you go or not?

So the most straightforward way is to not join directly.

Another thing is that I learned from Ding Man Rou and Ding Cailin that there are a lot of petty people in the association, and I feel unhappy.

Working with such people will inevitably lead to friction, so the best way is to not give them the chance to work together at all.

After rejecting Yang Zhichao and putting his phone on, Ding Peng saw Jin Ling and her two daughters looking at him like ghosts.

"What's wrong?" Ding Peng asked.

Ding Manrou said incrediblely: "Dad, did you refuse when someone invited you to join the Writers Association just now?"

"What if it's otherwise?"

"Do you know what kind of group the Writers Association is? It's all full of great people in the literary world."

"Tsk, is your dad awesome?"

“Uh~~”

Ding Manrou thought about it, it was right. Although those people were very powerful, they were indeed much worse than their father.

"I think you may be the first writer to refuse the invitation from the China Writers Association. Maybe President Yang's face is very ugly now."

Ding Manrou really guessed it right.

Yang Zhichao was so angry that he almost threw his phone down.

Tell me why this is?

I didn't treat Ding Peng badly. Several judges disapproved of his two works winning the award together. They forced it up by themselves. Tell me that I am so kind to you, why don't you give me some face?

"President, what do you say?" Liao Kai asked.

Yang Zhichao looked at the old guy and said softly: "He won't join."

"I knew it would be like this. We are putting a hot face on someone's cold butt. President, I have said a long time ago that Ding Peng is a good person, but his character is really not a good person. You have seen it now. You wrote an invitation letter to him and called him personally to invite him. Even if he doesn't join the Writers Association, can you imagine how arrogant this person is?"

Qu Ling, who was standing beside him, also nodded and said, "Old Liao is right. For such a arrogant person, even if he joins the Writers Association, he still doesn't know what will happen in the future. Maybe we will wipe his butt at that time, so I think it's just right that he doesn't join."

Yang Zhichao looked at a few people. He knew that several old men didn't like Ding Peng, but he really couldn't refute them now, because Ding Peng was really arrogant at the moment, and his arrogance made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Look, I'll see him personally if I have the opportunity. If he can join our Writers Association, it will be more beneficial than disadvantages for us."

Leave a word, Yang Zhichao left.

Liao Kai, Qu Ling and his group looked at each other, and saw a sneer and disdainful look in each other's eyes.

"Old Liao, how do we do it?" asked a bald writer.

Liao Kai thought for a while and said, "I will write an article in my personal name to expose Ding Peng's inferior character and shameless behavior. For such a self-righteous and unkind literati, it is absolutely hateful to have no place in the Chinese literary world!"

Qu Ling was the first to respond and said, "Old Liao, as long as you write it out, I, Qu Ling, will be the first to sign together."

"Yes, I signed the autograph too. I was so angry. I just won the Spear Award and didn't give us face to the Writers Association. This person doesn't understand the rules at all."

"I've been a person who thinks he has long disliked him. He feels so arrogant that he feels a little bit of a good level. Such a person will eventually be abandoned by readers."

"Although Mr. Liao writes it, I will write an article to assist you after signing it. This time, Ding Peng will get out of the literary world!"

"The signatures are all signed. I see how capable he Ding Peng can be."

Dongling First People's Hospital.

Ding Peng suddenly felt a sudden thrill.

Jin Ling saw this guy tremble for a moment, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Ding Peng looked around and said, "It's okay, I don't know what's wrong, but suddenly I feel like something bad is going to happen."

"Suspicious."

"I hope so."

"Oh, by the way, the day after tomorrow is Cailin's birthday. How do you plan to celebrate it for her?"

Ding Peng looked at Jin Ling strangely and said, "How do you know her birthday the day after tomorrow?"

Jin Ling rolled her eyes beautifully and said, "You have to know how many years she has been with me. Which birthday was not for me for her before? Do you think you don't care about her like you, a father?"

"Uh~Ahem."

Ding Peng was exposed by Jin Ling, which was extremely embarrassing.

"The day after tomorrow, it's Saturday. Then you can make a table at home and eat and drink." Ding Peng said.

Jin Ling smiled and said, "You are so unceremonious. You should know that girls' birthdays are very particular and care about them. They all hope to be lively and leave a beautiful memory for the rest of their lives."

"Then how did you say you have lived through it? How did you give it to her before?"

"I used to give her a gift in a bar. A bunch of people drank and ate cakes and gave her some gifts. But this year, you, my dad, are here, so I'll stand aside."

Ding Peng scratched his head. He hadn't celebrated his daughter's birthday yet. How did he arrange it?

There is still one day tomorrow, think about it carefully.

Ivory Bay Villa.

Ding Cailin held Zhao Fang's arm and said coquettishly: "Auntie, I want to eat the braised pork you made."

Zhao Fang smiled and said, "How delicious is my cooking as your dad makes?"

"It's different. My dad makes delicious, but I'm used to what you make. Can you help me make a serving the day after tomorrow?"

"Do it the day after tomorrow?"

Zhao Fang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, "Oh, look at my memory. Isn't it your birthday the day after tomorrow?"

Ding Cailin laughed and said, "Auntie, you should treat me well. Do you still remember my birthday?"

"I remember all of you. Five days after your birthday, it belongs to your elder sister, and fifteen days later it belongs to Ding Ding and Ding Dang, and October 1st of your younger brother."

"Wow~ Auntie, why do you remember so clearly?"

Zhao Fang smiled and said, "You are my children. Can you forget your birthday? Okay, my aunt will make you braised pork the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah, aunt, do you think my dad will remember my birthday?"

In a word, Zhao Fang really doesn't know how to answer.

Because she remembers that her brother-in-law never celebrated her birthday for her daughters, who knows whether she remembers their birthdays?

But Ding Cailin couldn't be sad, so he smiled and said, "I should know."

"I'm about to be twenty. My dad hasn't celebrated my birthday yet. If he doesn't give it to me this time, I'll be really angry."

“It will definitely be.”

Zhao Fangxin said that he would call his brother-in-law in a while and he would not forget him.

the next day.

In order to confirm whether his father knew his birthday, Ding Cailin went to the side and knocked on it.

"Dad, will we go on a trip tomorrow?"

Ding Peng said with a tiger face, "What are you traveling? You have just returned from Kyoto, haven't you had enough fun yet?"

Ding Cailin: "..."

The little girl's face collapsed. It was over. My dad really didn't know his birthday.

"oh."

Ding Cailin said in a depressed voice, then left with his head down.

When he got home, Ding Manrou saw her second sister looking depressed and asked, "Cailin, what's wrong? Tomorrow is your birthday, so you should be happy."

Ding Cailin lay on the sofa and said, "Sister, I can't be happy. Dad doesn't even remember my birthday."

"How do you know he doesn't remember?"

"I just explained that I was going to travel tomorrow. He said he was traveling, and he was still wearing a terrible face. He didn't know my birthday tomorrow."

As she spoke, the little beauty burst into tears.

Ding Manrou sat on the sofa and placed Ding Cailin's head on her legs, gently combed her hair with her fingers, and smiled: "Dad has been very busy these days. Look at Sister Jin Ling is still in the hospital now, so he should be very anxious."

"Then you can't just find a girlfriend and don't want a daughter."

"Why don't you want? I'll tell my dad."

"No, that's so boring. If he doesn't give it to me, I'll live it myself."

"How can it be yourself? Isn't there any elder sister? Is there also my aunt, I just said that you want to eat the braised pork she made tomorrow."

“Oh~~~”

Ding Cailin sighed and stopped talking, feeling very uncomfortable.

It's dark.

It's dawn.

Ding Cailin was listless all morning and took out his phone from time to time to take a look. There was indeed a lot of news, but none of them belonged to my father.
Chapter completed!