The food brought by Li Feilin was swept away by Wan Xiaofeng.

He wiped his mouth and burped contentedly.

"It tastes good, you made it?"

Li Feilin's gaze was a little evasive.

"Yes...... I did it!"

"But how did I get the taste of Zhiweixuan?"

Wan Xiaofeng pretended to be puzzled, as if he was thinking about something.

As soon as Li Feilin heard it, she knew that this product was clearly clear, and she felt that she deliberately arranged herself.

"Wan Xiaofeng, you have it, I just can't cook, what's wrong?"

Seeing her gritted teeth, Wan Xiaofeng couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed out loud.

Li Feilin was angry, and got up as if she gave him two punches.

Wan Xiaofeng held back a smile as he took her fist.

"If you can't do it, you won't do it, which chef are you pretending?"

Li Feilin was even more angry when she heard this, but her hands were grabbed by Wan Xiaofeng, so she tried to struggle.

Of course, Wan Xiaofeng didn't want to do what she wanted, the two of them went back and forth for a while, and finally twisted into a ball on the sofa.

After both sides calmed down, they realized that the current posture was too unsightly.

Wan Xiaofeng pulled her hands away and pressed them on them, as if he was going to act wantonly on her.

Li Feilin's cheeks were crimson, her breath was chaotic, and with every rapid breath, the rise and fall of her chest was too obvious.

She shook her lips and squeezed the words out of her teeth.

"You...... You've got me!"

Wan Xiaofeng let out an "oh", but his head was blank, and he subconsciously used some force in exchange for Li Feilin's short nasal voice.

"You did it on purpose!"

When she said this, Li Feilin burst into tears.

Looking at her tears, Wan Xiaofeng woke up from his desire and quickly got up from her.

"I ...... I really didn't mean to!"

Li Feilin's tears still did not stop.

"You are!"

Li Feilin originally got up and wanted to leave, but Wan Xiaofeng immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Hey, you were the one who made the first move with me, I'm fighting back in self-defense!"

Li Feilin listened to his quibbles, and a wave of anger came up, raised the back of his hand, and bit down to vent the depression in his heart.

Wan Xiaofeng grinned in pain, but he couldn't help but scream.

After a while, Li Feilin's anger in her heart disappeared a lot.

Looking at Wan Xiaofeng, who was frowning, he finally let go of his mouth.

I found deep tooth marks on his arm, but I was a little embarrassed.

"You...... You're not going to hide!"

Wan Xiaofeng took his hand back, shook it twice, and did not answer her question, but apologized to her:

"I couldn't hold back just now, I'm sorry!"

Seeing that he apologized to himself in a gentle tone, Li Feilin couldn't get used to it.

After squirming for a long time, he didn't answer, but asked if his hand hurt.

Wan Xiaofeng's silver teeth gritted hard, and he held back the word "no pain" for a long time.

provoked Li Feilin to sneer.

"Hey, one report and one report, let's even!"

"The report is over! Well, you haven't paid it back yet?"

"What?"

"That song of mine is for nothing?"

"Do you really want 50 million?"

"I don't want it now, because someone said, if you don't want money, you need to die.

Well, your life is mine now!"

Li Feilin smiled, raised her slender and white neck, and followed him to speak:

"Take it!"

"What's the point of this, it's better to keep your life and be a little maid serving tea and pouring plumbing quilts?"

"Is it okay to just serve tea and pour water, but not warm the quilt?" ......

The two laughed for a long time before Li Feilin left Wan Xiaofeng's house.

When he got downstairs, he looked up at Wan Xiaofeng's room.

I thought to myself, this thing is quite interesting when it doesn't make me angry.

That feeling...... Well...... It's a little sweet!

......

For most people, it is very difficult to publish a physical book, except at their own expense.

But here in Wan Xiaofeng, there is no obstacle at all.

And it's so simple that you only need to sort out the poems and send them to Li Tongsheng.

Leave everything else to Li Tongsheng.

Li Tongsheng knew that he was a busy man, so as long as the poem was in place, he also took over this job.

In addition to the several songs of "Duanyang Talk" and "Water Tune Song Head", Wan Xiaofeng also copied more than a dozen songs.

When Li Tongsheng received a bunch of poems from Wan Xiaofeng, he immediately studied them carefully.

One of the songs, "Near Wine, You Don't See", and the other song "Yulin Bell, Cold Cicada", made him even more amazed.

But as I read it, I frowned.

Every poem is a golden classic, but there is an important question?

The question is "style".

When a person writes poetry, he is limited by his environment and experience and knowledge, and he will form his own relatively fixed style.

But in Wan Xiaofeng's poems, there doesn't seem to be a unified style.

Sometimes she is gentle and complaining like a woman, sometimes she is heroic and atmospheric like a Chinese character, and sometimes she is like a person with lofty ideals who cherishes her family and country.

This...... It's not at all like it was written by a single person.

He even had some doubts about whether there was a team behind Wan Xiaofeng, or a studio or something.

With this doubt, he contacted Wan Xiaofeng and asked his doubts tactfully.

However, Wan Xiaofeng blocked him back with a word.

"Come on, come on, you go and gather the best poets in China at present, and also publish a collection of poems to see if you can have the height of my book!"

Li Tongsheng was suddenly blindsided, and it was very simple to gather several famous poets in China to publish a collection of poems.

But to reach the height of Wan Xiaofeng, none of the masterpieces alone can be made.

Wan Xiaofeng's words are correct, but what does he mean by looking down on Huaxia?

That is Wan Xiaofeng didn't know what Li Tongsheng thought, otherwise he would definitely come to the sentence.

"I'm not targeting anyone, but I'm trying to say that everyone here is rubbish!"

A group of poets in modern society also wants to compare with the poetry culture that has been passed down for thousands of years?

Two words to them.

"Huh!"

Li Tongsheng hung up the phone, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Sorry, he's also a modern poet and the president of the Ancient Poetry Society.

"This kid is very arrogant, he dares to look down on the heroes of the world, it seems that he has to find an opportunity to suppress his arrogance. ”

However, when he was angry, he still calmed down and helped Wan Xiaofeng write a preface seriously.

Among them, he is praised as a geek, his poems are flexible and changeable, his style is very different, and even jokes.

"Isn't it really a poet immortal?"

In fact, all this is to help him correct his name.

So that after the publication of the poetry collection, some verbal disputes will be suppressed.

However, the situation is far from being suppressed by him with a few words.

After the publication of the poetry collection, it caused an uproar in China.

......

At this time, Wan Xiaofeng was going to a drinking party with Dongfang Nanyun.

It was Dongfang Nagumo who invited him.

Originally, with Wan Xiaofeng's virtue, if it was not necessary, he would rarely go to such occasions.

But under Dongfang Nanyun's strong request, he can only be the other party's male companion once!

When he arrived at the cocktail party, Wan Xiaofeng saw something.

Dongfang Nagumo originally wanted to help himself!

......