"Ms. An said that she invited Shi Tonghe to attend your seminar."

The amount of information about this sentence was so large that Wang Zixu forgot his breathing, and it took him a while to recover.

"What? Shi Tonghe wants to attend my seminar?"

The driver said: "I just relay Miss An's original words."

"Why did she do this?!"

The driver said, "I don't know, I'm just here to pick you up."

Wang Zixu took a deep breath and expressed his feelings directly:

"No, she is sick!"

The driver looked innocent: "I said I don't know!"

Wang Zixu believed that An Younan was ill, and her driver did not agree, but he did not deny it either.

What does this mean? It means that An Younan is indeed sick, and it is very likely that he is a serious illness.

From the beginning of preparation, his seminar was covered with ominous clouds: First, a feud like Shen Qingfeng was about to participate, and before the convening was held, a collective confrontation against "Stone Fire" was suddenly launched.

Although Ning Chunyan said that criticism is better than attention, he still has some faint hope, hoping that the seminar can make the reputation of "Stone Fire" a comeback.

If Shi Tonghe attends the meeting, it is equivalent to engraving and erecting a monument for "Stone Fire", then covering another board with a stamp: you will never turn over.

He took out his cell phone and sent a message to editor Pu Yuyang, asking Shi Tonghe if he was really going to attend the meeting. There was no reply there for a long time.

So he felt a little lucky, thinking that Shi Tonghe might not really come.

What is his identity? He was embarrassed to attend his son's seminar, so how could he come to attend his own?

What's more, An Younan and Shi Tonghe have no friendship, so how could she tell each other?

After a while, news came from Pu Yuyang:

"Yes, how do you know?"

"I'll chat later, and I'll have a meeting."

Wang Zixu's face was ashamed.

He said to the driver, "Take me there."

The driver was waiting for his words.

All the way, the car arrived at Fuxing Shangpin.

This time he was familiar with the road. He knocked on the door of An Younan's house again, and a beautiful face that seemed to be traced out in fine brush immediately appeared behind the door.

Before the last time, the two had a good time, they had a friendly meeting between barefoot and bare hands, mixed with philosophy and poetry. This time, Wang Zixu did not care about literary and artistic feelings and said to himself:

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The owner of the beautiful face seemed to have expected his anger and covered his mouth and laughed wildly: "Don't be angry~"

Wang Zixu said: "You want to threaten my real identity and force me to cooperate with you as a little prince."

An Younan said: "I didn't think so."

Wang Zixu said: "An Younan, I tell you that I am a donkey. The more you threaten me, the less I will be able to cooperate with you."

An Younan said: "I dreamed of you last night."

This unexpected turn almost flashed his waist, but he did not forget the purpose of coming:

"Does this have anything to do with what I said?"

In the blink of an eye, An Younan walked into the house as she stepped on the steps of "The Song of the Nishang Feathers". She only heard her brisk voice coming from the house:

"Come in and come in~~"

An Younan's frivolity and leisure, on this occasion, is as willful as a trumpet blooming between steel and concrete ribs, and is out of place.

Wang Zixu stood at the door and just sneered. This time he would not be fooled so easily anymore.

An Younan, who had not seen anyone for a long time, ran back and saw that he was still at the door, looked surprised: "Come in?"

"I entered this door. What if you falsely accused me of molesting me? Aren't you taken it away again?"

"Ouch! There is no indecent thing! Am I that kind of person?"

An Younan stretched out his hands and pulled him in, but Wang Zixu didn't move at all like an iron tower.

"If you have anything to say, you can also say it at the door."

"But... I'm cold!" An Younan frowned and complained in a small gait like a deer breaking into spring ice.

It's really cold in winter nights.

The north wind gushed from an unknown place into the corridor, and I touched the girl's skirt nearby, and made a mischievous wave churning.

So the prince was humble and softened for a moment. After just a moment of loosening, he was pulled into the house by An Younan.

He wanted to resist, but she pushed the door with her butt and closed the door with her backhand.

Wang Zixu felt like Lin Chong was impotent and mistakenly entered the White Tiger Festival Hall.

A joke is recorded in "The Three Kingdoms" that Liu Bei strictly enforced the ban on alcohol after entering Shu, and anyone with brewing utensils at home must be punished.

One day, Jian Yong went out with Liu Bei. Jian Yong pointed at a couple and said, "Catch them up quickly, they want to commit adultery."

Liu Bei was shocked and said that they would commit adultery in broad daylight. Jian Yongda said that although they did not do anything, they had equipment for adultery.

According to this standard, Wang Zixu entered the White Tiger Festival Hall with his weapons.

Just now at the door, Wang Zixu smelled the fragrance leaking from An Younan's lips, which contained alcohol content. Before he came, she had obviously had a few drinks.

At this time, she was humming a song while working behind the bar. The golden earrings shook gently, imprisoning the light from the crystal lamp. A ray of rouge passed through her new snow-like neck and floated onto her cheeks, like a hillside on the hillside

cloud.

"Donkey, do you drink red wine or whiskey?"

Wang Zixu was silent. Seeing that he did not answer, An Younan tilted his head and smiled:

"Donkey, why don't you ignore me? Didn't you just say you were a donkey?"

This woman will deliberately leave flaws in her words, and Wang Zixu knows that she cannot refute her.

If you try to refute her, you will follow her words and she will pull you to chat. After a while, you will be unable to hate it.

This is the little prince's usual trick.

"It seems that donkeys don't like drinking, so let's drink red wine. Red wine is not considered wine." An Younan said to himself.

The scarlet liquid rushed into the glass, hitting the wall, running in vain, and finally turned into an attempted vortex.

"Well, what did you say just now?"

Wang Zixu said in a stiff tone: "I just said that you are motivated to ask Shi Tonghe for your request."

"How do I remember it, right?"

An Younan walked gracefully towards Wang Zixu with one wine glass in one hand, and stuffed one into his arms without saying a word.

Wang Zixu calmly said: "In theory, Shi Tonghe would not attend a seminar of this level. He prides himself on his identity and disdained to attend. How did you tell him?"

"Teacher Shi is not easy to ask," An Younan slapped Nuanyi on the wine glass, "I exchanged the traffic of Xunyi's 300 units."

Wang Zixu twitched violently: "Who is the traffic for?"

"Of course it's Shi Shuqiu's work, "Yesterday Star"."

After saying that, An Younan covered his mouth and pretended to say, "Oh, I forgot that you are competitors, so he will have a greater advantage, right?"

Wang Zixu didn't want to speak.

"I talked to Mr. Shi Tonghe and found out that the national collection is not a false name. As long as I enter the collection, there are separate plans in the publishing house and will be reprinted every certain year, which is equivalent to a long-term meal ticket."

After An Younan said, he smiled: "He was determined to compete for this place, just to leave a way out for his son. He felt sorry for his parents all over the world!"

Wang Zixu's tone was still stiff: "It's enviable."

"Will Wang Zixu fight for these for the sake of his children?" An Younan lay on the sofa and looked at him sideways.

"My mom disappeared when I was very young, and my dad's discipline on me seamlessly switches between two extremes of laissez-faire and restraint. So unfortunately, I don't know."

An Younan showed no guilt or sympathy on his face, and his tone was brisk: "Younan is almost the same."

When Wang Zixu heard this, he looked up and glanced at her 200-square-meter-meter-square-meter-meter-square-meter-meter-centered house in the center of Donghai, and then rolled his eyes to her.

At her age, this kind of house is born from her destiny. If she has it, she will have it. If she has no birth, she will have it. If she has no parents, who believes it?

"Hehe, don't glare at me. I'm much more difficult than you think."

"I'm not here to talk to you about life and ideals," said Wang Zixu. "We should have said before, that matter has been written off, right?"

"Is there any? I fell asleep, I don't remember it."

"It seems that I chose to cooperate differently when I am so untrustworthy."

An Younan stretched out a finger, shaking in the air, and making a "tsk tsk" sound in his mouth.
To be continued...