Sure enough, Winnie is a beauty!

Not only are the facial features good-looking, but there is naturally a kind of agility between the eyebrows to set off the outstanding temperament. Even walking flutteringly, it seems to have a fairy aura.

"Hi, hello!" Short's little heart began to pound, and he got up very gentlemanly, looked at Winnie politely, and kept a reserved smile. "It's better to see than to hear, Winnie really lives up to her reputation......"

Presumably Winnie was used to compliments, she just kept smiling, stretched out her hand, and said, "Fortunately!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Short shook the hand that Winnie had handed him.

This is a pair of standard girls' hands, soft and boneless, smooth and slightly cool. Although it was only two seconds, shorter than a moment, the feeling was carved into Short's memory like a sharp knife, and he wanted to write down the feeling of this moment - there was a huge energy in this hand, and its owner was confronted with the aura of a large number of documents piled up every day, whether it was chaotic or acceptable or miraculous...... Tap through it, either pass, or discard. And behind those words, how many pairs of eager eyes and persistent looks, with such a light click, or enter the next stage or equivalent to a short sentence: cut it!

The hand itself is a miracle! Short wanted to shout praise, but hesitated, afraid that the sycophants would scare the beauty away too much.

Winnie smiled awkwardly, she had seen too many writers, and there was no shortage of many great gods who were well-informed. But like this "I'm a bandit", it's the first time I look at people's hands when we meet for the first time. She quickly pulled out her hand and said with a smile, "I've walked a lot, can I sit down?"

"Please sit down, please sit down...... Short hurriedly signaled, he wondered why he had such a big emotion in a trance?" "Gaffe, Winnie is very smiling, seeing you is simply more exciting than seeing a big star, and people like me who rely on code words to eat!"

Shortt had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Winnie sat down committedly. "Mr. Zhang is really good at laughing, look at your pomp and circumstance, it's not a code word that can achieve you. ”

Short was stunned, Mr. Zhang? Yes, he was an impostor, the author of "Super Red Envelope", the most bizarre eunuch sinkhole in history, is called "I am a bandit", his real name is Zhang Xiaobao, and he is the continuation of this impostor.

"Hahaha, Winnie has a great eye!" Short couldn't control himself a little, his mouth was like a river, and his voice was full of color, like a shot of chicken blood. "I really don't lack money to spend, and I don't expect writing books to bring fame and fortune, it's just a pure hobby, pure!"

Short secretly cursed in his heart: shit! Dick you old wood! This mouth and heart are out of control! Like a person who has never flown an airplane suddenly pilots a plane on the highway at a speed of 120 yards, although he is used to running at high speed, but can he not panic when he changes to an airplane?

Short began to touch the cigarette, and when he was flustered, he wanted to smoke and use the cigarette to calm his heartbeat.

Winnie looked at the author in front of her very curiously, and thought, this is really a wonder, what is he looking for?

Finally, Schott took out his cigarette, put it in his mouth tremblingly, thought about it, pulled it out again, and asked, "Can I smoke a cigarette?"

What routine Winnie hadn't seen before, but at this moment, she was also stunned. "Yes, you smoke. "If she continues like this, she will have to break down. She exhaled softly, and her heart was beating faster!

After taking a puff of cigarette, Short immediately felt much better, and his expression was much calmer.

Winnie looked at him a little nervously, damn it, wouldn't you run into an addict?

Taking advantage of the moment of calm mind, Short understood eight or nine points, he took the phone out of his trouser pocket, put it on the table, still not at ease, picked it up and put it on the windowsill!

Winnie's mouth opened wide as she watched Short's unbelievable behavior as if she were looking at an alien. "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's much better!" Short secretly scolded in his heart, Kong Yao! You wait for me, don't think that I don't know that you are making trouble, show my appearance, and see if I turn around and don't clean you up!

"It's okay. Winnie was a little relieved. Any profession is a portrait, a person who writes books, day and night are reversed, wandering in the world, sometimes abnormal but also normal, otherwise what inspiration and what kind of creation? She respects these seemingly monster guys very much.

Short stood by the window, smoked two more puffs, and strangled himself. He was determined, and a perfect lie began to beep out—

"One night, I was so uncomfortable that I went to bed, and I had a dream, and I saw a fairy who told me that there are two things in this world that are most helpful to me, and I quickly asked, which two? I asked again, why? The gods said that you are born with a natural heart rate, you are suitable for creation, and you are easy to be inspired. What does that have to do with smoking? Calm your heartbeat and write it down!"

Winnie was amused by the joke, which she thought was funny and harmless. "So you booked a private room for coffee, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm crowd-populated, I'm thinking, but all geniuses have problems, I'm not saying I'm a genius, I'm just saying this, if I have another phobia of closed rooms, what do you say?"

"Hahaha......" Winnie laughed as she leaned on the table.

Short snapped the bell on the table, and the waiter pushed the door open and walked in.

"Waiter, on the menu. ”

"No, I just need a latte. Winnie said.

"Two lattes with a dim sum meal. ”

The minimum cost of this private room is 680, and Schott is too lazy to match it himself.

"Okay, wait a minute. The waiter turned and went out.

"I have good news for you today. Winnie said.

"What's the good news?"

"I'll give you a big push next week!"

"Wow! that's great!" Schott snapped his hands. "I can only repay me with death every day. ”

"It's not that serious, but the attitude is good!" Winnie said happily, "IP Town invites you writers to the platform for nothing! The characters in your book will become an element of the paradise, creating a real scene for people to come to play and interact, so in the next writing, you can also consider the interaction factor a lot, so as to better mobilize the interaction with book friends......"

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's interactive writing, and first, the plot should be progressive, or spiraling upwards or circuitous or ......," Winnie began to preach......