"Brother Wang is open-minded and will never have that intention."

Knowing what the other party was asking, Zhexifeng smiled and gave a conclusion.

Of course he knew that the other party was talking about the right and wrong of Brother Wang behind his back, because of the 'literati'.

The Zhen family and his son are both publishers of the physical industry. With the help of the association’s president Zhen’s father, Zhen Dexuan also published several books, but the response was average, at most, the sales volume of tens of thousands of books was far inferior to his father.

In comparison, Wang Yongren has only three books since his debut, but his book sales are outstanding.

Even this third science fiction has gone directly to the world, which will inevitably make young writers of the same age jealous.

"Not now, it doesn't mean there will be no future. With Miss Feng's character and appearance, any young man in our Sijiu City will not be attracted by it. He is afraid that he will make a fake show when the time comes."

After hearing the other party's conclusion, Zhen Dexuan raised his eyes coldly, and his smiling expression was a bit of calculating.

His father was instigating for a while behind his back, and no one came forward to suppress it. Zhen Dexuan, one of the new generation of writers, looked at the news about the other party on the website, and he always had tens of millions of royalties or even hundreds of millions of royalties, and felt very uncomfortable.

Isn’t it just that he has climbed up to the Han family? If it were him, he would be fine.

With the family background of the Zhe family, if Zhexifeng comes forward to suppress it, the other party will never easily avoid it.

"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

Without saying anything, Zhexifeng needs to go back and prepare tomorrow's arrangements. The idea that Brother Wang had come up with before was a wonderful idea and should not be missed.

Looking at Zhexifeng's back as he left, Zhen Dexuan's eyes were cold, and one hand in his pocket couldn't help but hold it tightly.

Why, he just made the eldest son of the Zhe family calm, and that Wang deserves the other party's enthusiasm.

When he thought of putting him on the association’s new membership application list last year, his father took the opportunity to reject Mr. Wang, but was choked back by others.

He still remembers that reason.

‘Zhen Dexuan’s sales are only tens of thousands of yuan, and Wang Yongren’s works are sold by millions. Why can’t he join the club?!’

When Zhen Dexuan, who became famous at a young age and came from a scholarly family, became a background wall or stepping stone for his peers and even younger people in the field he was proud of.

Zhen Dexuan will never forget that shame.

...

"Ding Dong."

Wang Yongren, who returned to the hotel, thought for two seconds before entering the room, walked to the door of the room next to him and rang the doorbell.

"Katha."

A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing a misty little face: "Who are you looking for?"

"Sorry, I knocked on the wrong door."

Seeing the strange girl opening the door, Wang Yongren said apology calmly and turned back to his room.

"strangeness……"

Seeing that the other party was handsome, he didn't look like a thief. The young girl gusted and returned to the bed in the room to take a break.

It was already eleventh. Wang Yongren, who had just washed up, opened the computer and found several messages.

After reading the message from my girlfriend and preparing to reply tomorrow, Wang Yongren reads the news about Tianxian mm again.

Xixi works hardest: Xixi said that she was going to the Spring Festival Gala stage for the first time today and she felt very busy.

Xixi works hardest: I heard that Writer Wang also went to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, but Xixi didn’t see anyone when she was in the past.

Xixi works hardest: Xixi's mother secretly asked the staff, and Writer Wang is going to sing two songs!

Xixi works hardest: I heard that Xixi participated in a mixed singing performance, with a large number of people. Xixi's mother was not very satisfied and wanted the director team to adjust it.

Xixi works hardest: I have been so busy in the past two days, and I rarely see you online!

...

Life is just like the first meeting: Have you fallen asleep?

Xixi works hardest: Not yet, have you gone online so late and gone out with friends?

Life is like the first meeting: After going out for a midnight snack, why haven’t you been sleeping yet?

Xixi works hardest: It’s the holiday, I’ll sleep a little late. If you don’t send me a message, I’ll go to bed.

If life is just like the first meeting: then go to bed early!

Xixi works hardest:...#_#, come to the game!

If life is just like the first meeting: good!

At twelve o'clock, Wang Yongren, who had been playing the game for half an hour, turned off the computer and went to bed.

The next morning, Wang Yongren came to the gym on time to exercise. A few minutes later, he saw one, well, it should be two familiar figures.

The most attractive one is naturally Miss Feng, who is proud of the heroes. She also followed the girl with a small face that Wang Yongren saw last night when he knocked on the door. There was no doubt that Miss Feng was in the room at that time.

Fortunately, some paparazzi hit me, so Sister Han did not come late at night to discuss the plot of the new book.

"Yongren, early!"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and Feng Qingxi greeted the handsome writer.

"morning."

Nodded in response, the speed at Wang Yongren's feet was not at all disordered.

"Writer Wang, good morning, I am Sister Qingxi's friend Mao Yuning."

Another girl with a small face in a normal sportswear greeted with a smile on her face, as if she didn't take the harmless prank last night to heart.

】

She is not embarrassed, the embarrassing thing is someone else.

"Hello."

Wang Yongren was not angry at all when he understood the meaning of the smile on the other person's face.

This beauty with a smaller face is about 160 years old. After taking off her coat, she has a coordinated body proportion. She stands next to Feng Qingxi, who has a proud figure and height. She looks a little petite, but she has a bit of the charm of Zhong Xiaoqin in it.

The young girls around the big beauty are generally more than little beauty.

"Writer Wang, I heard that you are going to participate in the Spring Festival Gala performance. Are you singing?"

Standing on the treadmill on the other side, Mao Yuning asked on his own initiative.

"Well, sing with Andy Lau and the others."

Wang Yongren did not hide this issue.

If the other party can be best friends with Miss Feng, or if he is in the capital, he will probably not be bad at all. It is not a problem to ask about the news about the Spring Festival Gala program.

"Then I'm looking forward to this year's Spring Festival Gala."

"hehe."

After laughing twice, Wang Yongren turned to Miss Feng on the left: "Qingxi, after breakfast, do you want to go to the Forbidden City for a walk?"

"Okay."

Hearing the handsome writer's invitation, a smile appeared on the corner of Feng Qingxi's mouth.

"How about it?"

When I took the elevator to the room with the handsome writer who had finished morning exercises, Feng Qingxi asked her best friend next to me with a smile.

“Maturity, steady, temperamental, handsome.”

Speaking of his first impression in the gym just now, Mao Yuning gave a relatively simple evaluation.

Originally, she heard that Feng Qingxi was pursuing a great writer recently, so she came here to take a look.

When she saw this great writer herself, she understood that she had taken the initiative for the first time in her life. She was indeed handsome and very elegant.

However, compared with the young heroes in the capital circle, the other party’s family background is a little too ordinary.

“My eyes are not wrong.”

Regarding the comments of her best friend, Feng Qingxi stretched out with satisfaction, showing her jealous figure that made the girl next to her, and then walked to the bathroom.

"You've bought the tickets, let's go!"

It's a cold weather, and the year is approaching, there are not many tourists in the Forbidden City, and it's even a little scarce.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when Wang Yongren and Feng Qingxi walked to the door of a palace together, they saw snowflakes falling from the sky, and a fiery red rose in front of them formed a beautiful heart shape.

In the snowflakes, a handsome guy wearing the costumes of a rich family in the Ming Dynasty came over. The handsomeness and temperament, which was slightly inferior to Wang Yongren, was enough to make many women crazy.

If you are snowing together today, you will be considered as having white hair in this life!

What is this called, this is called atmosphere, this is called romance!

Let me ask, which young girl can withstand such an offensive?

"Qingxi..."

He came to Feng Qingxi with white snowflakes on his head. Zhexifeng, who was dressed in ancient costume, handed over him with a bouquet of white roses, and said softly: "I like you."

"Oh, Brother Xifeng, you told me about this long ago, when you were in your senior year of high school."
Chapter completed!