"arrive."

As a good student, Wang Yongren immediately raised his hands and stood up when the teacher called his name.

"Well, I heard from Teacher Zhou from Mao Gai that you have been very busy recently. Your science fiction book has gone abroad and sold more than one million copies abroad, which is very good. If something really happens, please ask the monitor or classmates to tell me

That’s fine, I’ll definitely give you full marks in normal times.”

Seeing this boy with a good figure and appearance, Professor Tang nodded with satisfaction and expressed his true thoughts as a teacher.

Such obvious differential treatment made the students from the two majors in the classroom envious.

However, they are not jealous because Wang is a nationally famous young writer, but they are not.

Most people are already considered famous writers if they write a best-selling book with sales exceeding one million, but Wang Yongren has published three books in a row, and now they are sold abroad and sold all over the world.

Such dazzling achievements are enough for people to look up to.

"Thank you, Teacher Tang."

Feeling the kindness of this middle-aged professor, Wang Yongren smiled and thanked him.

"Sit down, let's start class..."

After such an episode, Wang Yongren didn't take it to heart and listened carefully to the lecture.

Understanding the historical development and changes of foreign literature is very useful whether you are writing in the future or chatting with people.

Just like the speech he gave at the freshman opening ceremony, they were all excerpted from the knowledge imparted by these teachers. Once spoken, it can make people feel unclear.

...

"Congratulations, great writer, I heard that the sales volume of your new book has exceeded 2 million copies abroad?"

On Saturday, after finishing his day trip, Wang Yongren was resting in the business suite of Shangri-La Hotel in Pengcheng when he received a call from Miss Feng.

"Thanks."

After receiving a call from Miss Feng for the second time this month, Wang Yongren felt a little angry for the big brother in Beijing.

It's been so long, and with Zhe Xifeng's family background and character, he still hasn't taken down Miss Feng, so that's not good enough!!!

"I know there is a tea restaurant in Hong Kong City that tastes good. Let's go and try it together?"

As usual, Feng Qingxi stated her invitation directly.

"You're still passing the customs at this late hour?"

Wang Yongren raised his eyebrows. Knowing that the other party was not in trouble, Wang Yongren made up a temporary reason: "I haven't applied for a visa yet."

"It's okay. I'll find someone to report it for you and drive directly across the bridge to Hong Kong City."

As if he already knew the other party's excuse, Feng Qingxi directly stated the response plan.

"......OK."

Unexpectedly, Miss Feng was so persistent and energetic, so Wang Yongren had no choice but to agree "reluctantly".

Before going out, Wang Yongren reported the itinerary to Sister Han as before.

"Is it too late to pass the customs?"

After hearing the little handsome brother's itinerary, Han Xiaozhu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but didn't say much: "Pay attention to safety."

She didn't say that if she didn't come back after 24 o'clock, she would have to spend the night in the port city and wouldn't be back until six o'clock tomorrow morning.

Compared to the young handsome boy's first love, Miss Su, if the other party could get together with Miss Feng, it might be more suitable for her.

"Good evening, great writer."

Feng Qingxi, who was in the driver's seat of a blue Maserati with dual license plates, said something to the handsome writer who had just gotten into the car and started the car.

"Good evening......"

Before he could take a good look at Miss Feng, who was wearing a short black dress and blue stockings, Wang Yongren felt a push on his back and his eyes fell on the road ahead, fearing that something would go wrong.

In Pengcheng at night, there were still many vehicles, but there were not many cars crossing the sea on the bridge. The Maserati entered the port city safely.

Although the so-called Hong Kong-style tea restaurant originated in Hong Kong City, it is now inclusive and includes all kinds of Chinese and Western catering delicacies.

There are several Hong Kong-style tea restaurants in Hangzhou, but the taste can only be said to be average.

Nowadays, if you want to eat authentic Hong Kong-style tea restaurants, you really have to come to Hong Kong City.

"This Lan Fong Yuen restaurant tastes good and suits our taste better. That Tsui Wah restaurant has a better reputation..."

The car stopped on the side of the road, and Feng Qingxi, who walked into Lan Fong Yuan with the handsome writer, started to introduce him.

Every time she invited someone to have supper, she would want to explain it to him, perhaps because she wanted to find some sense of accomplishment in this famous and handsome writer.

"Then let Miss Feng recommend it."

Hearing that the other party was very knowledgeable about Hong Kong-style delicacies, Wang Yongren sat down and habitually wiped the clean and tidy table with a paper towel, letting Miss Feng take the final decision.

Seeing as there are several tables of customers in this restaurant late at night, it must be delicious.

Many years later, a certain "Guangfangyuan" milk tea shop brand was opened to franchise, and it was flourishing everywhere. However, compared with the leading Heytea, Yidiandian, Guming, and Mixue Bingcheng, the business seemed average.

"Two cups of stocking milk tea with ice, one sesame-flavored egg waffle, one curry fish egg..."

Without being polite, Feng Qingxi, who sat down, quickly ordered a bunch of things, took out a Hong Kong dollar from the Hermès handbag she carried with her and handed it to the waitress to pay.

"What did Miss Feng do in Pengcheng recently?"

After wiping the table, Wang Yongren asked with a smile, his eyes naturally flashing from the curve of his heart that was about to press on the table.

This young lady's figure is the focus of attention wherever she goes, and the male diners at the tables next to her are constantly looking at her.

The sister-in-law in "Yu Zui" had to bow down in front of this Miss Feng, not to mention her face and long legs like a female model that were not inferior to those of a certain little demon in the short video many years later.

"I purchased a nursery farm in Wuyuan and stopped by Pengcheng to see if there are any suitable projects."

Regarding her own itinerary, Feng Qingxi did not hide anything, and then praised the other party: "However, my running back and forth is not as good as a book written by a great writer."

"Miss Feng is too modest, I just want to earn some royalties."

Wang Yongren was really humble when he heard that this young lady drove a luxury car every time they met.

"We are all in Hong Kong City, you still call me 'Qingxi' or 'Xixi'. Otherwise, if I am in a bad mood, I may not want to take you back."

The red phoenix eyes on Guazi's face looked directly at each other, and Feng Qingxi made a request in a joking manner.

"..."

Thinking that he had just crossed the bridge with the other party's help, Wang Yongren, who didn't have a visa on him, really didn't dare to offend the young lady, and shouted in a calm tone: "Qingxi, you are spending so much time on me, in fact,

Some are unnecessary."

If it were an ordinary man, being coerced like this would make him angry.

But if the heroine who issued the threat is replaced by Miss Feng, who has a nice face and an proud figure, the senses in her heart will be completely different, and some people will even feel an inexplicable joy in their hearts.
Chapter completed!