Chapter 279
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Last night, they were still surfing the Internet, but today, they had already met in person.
That's right, the baby-faced girl beside her was her roommate, the author of Locked Palace Walls, Yun Shuihan. She was already thirty years old, but because of her youthful appearance, she was often mistaken for a college student.
Song Yaoyao paused for a moment. Her small hand rummaged in her schoolbag, and in the end, she pulled out a handful of autographed photos and threw them on the table.
Those who didn't know better would think that she was throwing money at him.
But in the eyes of Meng Qiqi, this was more precious than money!
"Ahhhhh! Holy shit!"
Meng Qiqi believed him now. She wiped her hands on her clothes and devoutly took an autographed photo. Her eyes were almost filled with love.
"Boohoo, my husband is so handsome! Look at this signature, this handwriting, how elegant, elegant, and gorgeous … "
Song Yaoyao held the milk tea and was speechless. "Are you stupid? With his dog-scratched handwriting, how can you tell the difference? "She shook her head.
Tang Xinrou lamented, "Diehard fans are really scary!"
"Don't talk about my husband like that!" Meng Qiqi widened her eyes and caressed the handsome face of the young man in the photo lovingly. She was almost drooling. "Look at my husband's perfect face. His body is so sexy and his eyes are so deep! Oh my god! I'm about to be bewitched to death by him! "
"Blergh —"
Song Yaoyao was so disgusted by her that she almost vomited.
Yun Shuihan was a gentle person and spoke softly.
She smiled embarrassedly. "I'm sorry. Qiqi tends to act silly whenever she meets Luo Xingguang. She's actually quite normal normally."
As if —
Meng Qiqi held onto the autograph and refused to let go.
Song Yaoyao asked, "Have you considered the matter I mentioned just now?"
"Uh …"
Yun Shuihan found it a little funny. She was already thirty years old. No matter how young she looked on the outside, the experiences she had accumulated over the years were deeply engraved in her bones.
"Thank you for your interest, but I know that my book is not a popular topic right now. Nowadays, TV dramas are mostly popular with young people. They like to be pampered. Even if a TV drama like Palace Walls is made into a TV drama, I'm afraid … Moreover, buying the copyright is not a simple matter … "
"Pa!"
Song Yaoyao interrupted her. She rummaged through her bag and finally pulled out a black plastic bag and threw it in front of her.
"This …"
"You don't have to worry about money. I can afford the copyright. This is only a part of it. You just have to be willing to sell it."
Meng Qiqi was shocked. She opened the bag curiously, and her eyelids twitched.
"What the … So many …"
Sensing the gazes around her, she quickly lowered her voice and swallowed back the word 'money'.
There were stacks of pink banknotes in the bag, at least 200,000 yuan.
Regardless of whether it was a societal animal like Yun Shuihan or a salted fish like Meng Qiqi, it was a large sum of money.
And what did Song Yaoyao say? That was only part of it.
Her throat felt dry. "Yaoyao, where did you get so much money?"
Just as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of a horn outside the window. A luxurious car that she had only seen on TV stopped outside.
A handsome boy got out of the car and walked into the shop with his hands in his pockets.
Tang Xinrou saw Huo Ningxi and rolled her eyes. "What is this guy doing here?"
Meng Qiqi blushed and whispered, "He's so handsome …"
Tang Xinrou: "… Sister, don't you like Luo Xingguang?"
If Luo Xingguang knew that his fangirl was so fickle, he would probably cry.
(End of chapter)
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