The domineering president goes on a blind date

As soon as Li Anhe opened the door, Nine O'clock rushed in, and An Xiangbei dodged to the side.

Jiudian looked at Li Anhe in front of him, and was touched by his sinister eyes. He shrank his neck. Under normal circumstances, Jiudian would definitely appreciate him and apply him to his novel.

But now, when I want to go home at nine o'clock and put on more clothes, I feel that the temperature around me has dropped to zero degrees.

"You all are here?" Jiudian no longer had the arrogance he had just used to hit the bodyguard, and his voice was trembling. "That's perfect. When will you let me go back? I will definitely not stand on your side." Jiudian held up the screen of his mobile phone, which contained a video.

In the video, Song Yunnai adjusted the camera and made a "yeah" gesture to the camera. Then, he took out a notebook. It was a retro notebook with a pirate ship on it and a brown leather cover. Jiudian recognized it at a glance.

Song Yunnai opened his notebook and stood still in front of the camera for three seconds to ensure that the camera captured the words on the notebook.

That was the outline of Nine O'Clock's novel, and her novel was written in the notebook.

Song Yunnai tore off the first page of the novel, took out a lighter and lit the page of paper. Then the video ended.

"Can you protect my novel? If not, just let me go back. I will never harm my novel."

"Miss Nine O'clock, you used your brilliant writing skills to frame another writer. I wonder if the pen in your hand will feel ashamed."

Nine bit her lower lip and lowered her head. She knew it was wrong, but she had to protect the novel.

"Miss Jiudian, I know you didn't mean it, and you love novels very much. I have also read your novels. You must want to join the ranks of great novelists!"

"Nonsense, this is every writer's dream." Jiudian counted on his fingers, not daring to look Li Anhe in the eye.

An Xiangbei walked over, turned on his phone, and the screen showed that he was on a call.

Beep, beep, after a few beeps, the phone was connected.

"Hey?"

At nine o'clock, his eyes widened and he stared at the phone. The voice was too familiar, even if it was just a "hello" that was difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

"Teacher Xin, I'm Xiangbei. Have you taught any students recently?"

"No, I don't have the qualifications. Young people nowadays write novels just to make money. How can they know what literature and art are?"

"Then I'll introduce a student to Teacher Xin?"

"Even if we are acquaintances, I will not lower my standards."

"You can rest assured that you will be satisfied."

"Okay, you make arrangements!"

An Xiangbei hung up the phone and shook the phone in front of Nine O'clock.

"Teacher Xin, a professor at North City University and a literary giant, would you like to learn how to write novels from her?"

Nine's whole body was stiff, only his throat moved slightly.

An Xiangbei was not in a hurry and just looked at nine o'clock.

"Novel, Mr. Xin, you can choose one, but you don't have to answer now, think about it."

Li Anhe called Ying Zong in. Ying Zong had a painful look on his face. He held onto the wall, bent over, and closed his legs tightly. As a man, he felt a sudden pain.

Jiudian was mechanically taken out by Yingzong.

"Well, she will definitely choose Teacher Xin. I don't know how many people want to be Teacher Xin's student."

"Hurry up, Wanwan will be sued." Li Anhe looked at the date on his phone.

An Xiangbei made an OK gesture to him.

“Don’t worry, now I hope Song Yunnai will lose more than just us.”