Jiang Feiran glared at her angrily, when did she say that she wanted her to come forward, and it was not a website. She wanted to say that it had nothing to do with her, but if she wanted to explain it, she had to pull out Xie Lingjun, which was her secret, and she didn't want to mention it to anyone.

Jiang Feiran hugged his son and fed him shrimp slippery, and the words changed sharply, and said: "I just thought, some people clearly say that they only love one of my family's dumplings, and in the blink of an eye, they hold other men as male gods, and they change their minds so quickly......" She lowered her eyelids and looked at her son, pretending to be uncomfortable and shook her head.

Jiang Li's little friend suddenly opened his round eyes and looked at Sang Zhi, and said in a milky voice: "Sang Ma, didn't you say that I am your male god, don't you like me?"

"Uh...... This ......" Sang Zhi looked at the little cute god, how could she pay any more attention to Jiang Feiran's weirdness, and hurriedly coaxed, "No, no, you are my No. 1 male god, and others are dust in my eyes......"

After mixing up, Jiang Feiran breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Feiran flew back to Nancheng in the evening, and Sang Zhi took them around the neighborhood and sent them to the airport, and said reluctantly: "I'll go back, and I won't stay to play for a few days." In our industry, time is free. ”

Jiang Feiran looked at her helplessly: "Let's not tell lies, it's all in serialization." ”

The so-called freelancer is not really free, even if he stays, he will turn on the computer to work, and stay in Beicheng to live in a hotel and waste room money.

Sang Zhi sighed and sent the person into the security checkpoint.

……

Yi Junyan rushed to the mall, a few cleaners were cleaning up balloons and flowers, and there was a stack of red silk cloth on the ground.

Yi Junyan hung countless question marks in his mind, and he didn't respond for a long time, and he really couldn't understand Xie Lingjun's behavior.

A cleaner came over and said unhappily: "This gentleman, I finally folded it, and I will return it in a while, don't make a mess of us." ”

Yi Junyan came back to his senses, put down the silk cloth in a daze, walked to the side and took out his mobile phone.

“…… Ah Jun, the signing session is over. ”

At the other end, Xie Lingjun looked at the dark sky, his fingers pressed his temples, and his face showed a little impatience. He said in a muffled voice: "It's over, it's over, then you go back." ”

Yi Junyan had the urge to vomit blood, he rushed here after getting off the operating table, and let him go back with a light word?

Yi Junyan took a long breath, but still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked, "No...... Ah Jun, when did you become interested?"

Or what kind of romance, what kind of romance does a big man see, and he deliberately asked him to run to get a signed book?

Xie Lingjun frowned, and flickered casually: "I want to see if there is any possibility of adapting the film and television." Hung up. ”

Yi Junyan wanted to say something, but there was no sound on the other end of the phone, obviously hanging up.

He scratched his head, turned his head and glanced at the silk cloth that had been put away by the cleaner, and still wondered in his heart: Xie Lingjun just needs to buy the copyright and contact the operator, can he use it to get the signed book? For the author, film and television is good news, and it is no problem to send ten or eight copies, where is he needed to do more?

On the other end, Xie Lingjun put down his mobile phone, lazily looked at the field affairs that were arranging the venue in front of him, and turned his head to ask Lu Fei, who was wrapped in a down jacket and shrunk aside: "How long does it take for the author to hold a signing meeting?"