lonely city, lonely love

The man was wearing a black suit, well-proportioned, his shirt was buttoned up to the first button, and the cuff buttons were extremely delicate. He stretched out his hand, and the smile on his face was just right, amiable: "Hi, don't be nervous."

Gu Anfeng smiled and stretched out his hand.

It was obviously Bai Yidu's hand, which shook this pair of big hands.Just a touch, you can feel the temperature of the palm, a little dry, very powerful.You know you must have been through a lot.

Seeing Gu Anfeng's appearance, Sheng Yunchen couldn't help but smiled: "You really get nervous as an employee."

Sheng Xilan stood at the side with an unfathomable smile, staring at Gu Anfeng: "Yes, but he is my right-hand man. That's the bad thing. I'm shy when I meet people. So I'll bring it here for you to see if I'm qualified."

What he said was ambiguous, and Gu Anfeng couldn't help feeling shy and irritable, and when Sheng Yunchen turned around, he gave Sheng Xilan a hard look. The other party smiled and didn't care at all, and held Gu Anfeng's hand tightly, not allowing him to struggle , approached gently, eyes narrowed: "This is called practice in advance. Don't be nervous."

There was itching in the ear, and I don't know why the heart was also itching. Gu Anfeng's half of his face was burning, he let go of his hand gently, and looked at the man's back. Compared with his father, he seemed younger and more vigorous. Sheng Yunchen was old after all. , with a slightly hunched back, and the white hair on her hair can no longer be hidden.

Such two people have a different age.Gu Anfeng believed that Sheng Xilan was like this when he was old.Even if he is old, he is graceful.

Sheng Yunchen looked back at Gu Anfeng who kept looking at him, so he stopped with a smile: "Anfeng, do you have anything to say to me?" Magnetic, extremely deep, it sounds like there is a mouthful of phlegm floating under the throat, but it vibrates out a nice sound.

Shaking his head, Gu Anfeng lowered his head and followed behind the two of them wholeheartedly.

Gu Anfeng couldn't understand the content of the chat between the two.About the investment of this land and the cost of writing a book, etc., the high-spirited talk is all densely packed data, none of which he can intervene.So Gu Anfeng sat dryly beside the hotel table, devoting himself to eating the crystal shrimp dumplings on the table.

"Does An Feng have any ideas?" Sheng Yunchen looked at Gu Anfeng who was eating like a hamster, put down his chopsticks with a smile, and looked at Gu Anfeng with some inquiring eyes, but he was definitely not dissatisfied, a very enlightened father.

Inexplicably being nominated, Gu Anfeng nervously raised his head and stared.

Definitely a hamster.Sheng Yunchen laughed, looking at his son who was holding back his smile, he couldn't help but feel strange. It stands to reason that people who would recommend him have two brushes, but this person is just a vase with a picture and appearance. ?Inexplicably, I didn't understand?

"Qingchen Publishing House is going to close down soon, and someone proposed to buy it, what do you think?" Sheng Yunchen asked earnestly, and he was determined not to give up until he asked.

Morning Press?Gu Anfeng's only impression is that when he was a child, there were huge volumes of novels, which were serialized for a long time and made a lot of money.I used to be their fan, and I contributed all my pocket money to him.

Sheng Xilan picked up the wine glass, took a sip slowly, his eyes sparkled, and looked at Gu Anfeng: "I think Qingchen Publishing House seems to be a good choice, because..."

"I used to be a book fan of Chenchen Publishing House. He is famous for his serialized novels, which are very long. A book can be a person's primary school. But with the popularity of electronic novels and short films, too Overly long novels are no longer popular in physical books. The reason why Chenchen Publishing House closed down is because it only wrote long novels and no short stories. Now the novel market is full of impetuousness, and people now have no patience to read It’s such a long story. But he is not ready to change, so he has no source of customers, and I think there is no need for acquisition.”

"I bought a brand, but this is no longer the previous golden signboard, so it will not attract the original source of customers. There is no need."

Sheng Yunchen looked at Gu Anfeng who spoke suddenly, suddenly laughed, and clapped his hands: "It's really different. I asked so many people and they said they want to buy it. I didn't expect you to have such a unique opinion!"

Squinting his eyes, looking at Gu Anfeng, his pale face had a blush at some point, his neck was also slightly red, his eyes were sparkling, probably excited, and he looked at his father with a look of relief.

In the end, I smiled lightly. What could be more touching than seeing the person you like working hard for you?Picking up the red wine on the table, he took a sip slowly. The expensive red wine was not so sour in the mouth, and the aroma of grapes and alcohol blended together perfectly.Everything is just right.

"What did you do in the prosperous age?" Sheng Yunchen took a bite of the food and frowned, "The food is really getting worse and worse."

"I'm writing novels." Gu Anfeng lowered his head and spoke softly.

"It's a shame that such a good person can write novels." Sheng Yunchen patted Sheng Xilan who was afraid of being on the side, and said displeasedly, "Why don't you arrange a better position for him?"

Sheng Xilan rubbed his nose, and glanced at Gu Anfeng. This glance was really charming and full of light, and it took away Gu Anfeng's soul.

"I'll talk to the director when I have a chance." He took this paragraph vaguely.Sheng Xilan picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling and put it in Gu Anfeng's bowl, smiling with enthusiasm, "Anfeng, hurry up and eat."

The heat came rushing towards the face, with the smell of alcohol, Gu Anfeng couldn't bear it, and hurriedly lowered his head, but for the next meal, Gu Anfeng didn't even go down with a chopstick.

Sheng Xilan couldn't help but find it funny when he saw it.

Holding silver chopsticks in his slender hands, he elegantly picked up a piece of meat and placed it on Gu Anfeng's plate: "Anfeng, this is the signature of this restaurant, you can eat it."

Difficult to swallow what was in his mouth, raised his head, and met Sheng Xilan's eyes, which were so dark that they couldn't see the end, so he lowered his head and looked at the meat on the plate. dumpling.