At 10 o'clock in the morning, the curtains finally couldn't block the scorching sun.

Amore rolled over and wrapped herself in a thick quilt.

Although she is not afraid of the sun, for those who go to bed at 5 a.m., the sun has a devastating and lethal effect.

Suddenly, the whole pillow vibrates. Amore fidgetedly buried her head in the pillow, but her hands fumbled on the bed.

Although the sound of the mobile phone is turned off, the vibration is still there.

"Hey......" Amore answered the phone deadly.

"Young grandma, you haven't forgotten what you have to do today, have you?" There was a strange voice on the other end of the phone.

Amore wanted to cry without tears: "Mailbox...... Have you checked your mailbox? ”

There was a pause in silence, and the sound of the keyboard being tapped could be heard distinctly.

After being quiet for a while, the strange voice of yin and yang instantly turned into the bright sunshine outside the window: "Baby, why don't you take a look at me, I woke you up early in the morning." ”

Amore silently pressed her eyebrows: "Then I'll continue to sleep......"

"Hey, wait a minute, the editor-in-chief said that someone came to the publishing house a few days ago to talk about publishing a new book for you, although you don't need to worry about copyright, but you are also an author, so there is always time to come and chat, right?" The voice on the other end of the phone was cheerful.

Amore tossed around under the covers and sat up silently, as if she couldn't sleep.

"Didn't we say yes before, I don't ask about the work we contacted, you just need to tell me about the subject. Why do you need me to talk about it? Straightening her long hair to the back of her head, Amore squinted at the light outside.

What's more, it's already two days ago, and the editor-in-chief should have already talked to others, even if he takes 10,000 steps back and says that he hasn't negotiated, it won't be her turn to appear as an author.

"Gee, that's not the idea. The current investors are all non-mainstream, saying that they don't understand art, and there are still a lot of antiques at home. Let's say they understand art, and no one knows that half of the antiques in the house are fake. Don't you know? What the editor-in-chief means is that you can just sit there and smile. ”

Amore frowned and looked at her pale face in the mirror: "I don't want to go." ”

"Young grandma, 200,000 copies, this is not a small amount. It's up to you whether people can go to Paris Fashion Week or not. The monster shouted.

Amore reached out and touched the mirror, her eyes reflected in the mirror were scarlet.

"I'll think about it." Regardless of the screams over there, he hung up the phone directly.

From behind the sofa, he took out a wine bottle that had been thrown on the ground and broke the bottle with a slight force. I found a clean cup and filled it with a large one. The burning sensation in the eye sockets was only slightly relieved.

Someone is going to publish a book, and it's not the first time she's experienced it. But for some reason, this time it felt strange. There has never been an investor who wants to see her before publishing a book, Zhan Tengfei has always handled it very well, but why did he want to see me this time?

Zhan Tengfei also felt that this matter was a little delicate.

Since they signed Amore with Creation Culture, although there have been a few big scenes, the number of talks is not small. But this is the first time I want to see the author himself.

Looking at the financier who came to the publishing house again, Zhan Tengfei's 10 years of work experience told him that this person might not mean to drink.

In a simple and low-key office, two well-dressed and fashionable men sit on a wide snow-white sofa.

Not to mention the rest, the cufflinks on the suit alone are enough to make Zhan Tengfei cheer up and greet him with a smile. The last time we talked about it, it was quite smooth.,No matter from the number to the price.,It's almost all done.。 It can be called a mileage-like confrontation.

But when the contract was finally signed, the other party asked to see the author.

"Mr. Long, you see, we have signed a confidentiality contract. The true identity of the author cannot be revealed. You should be well aware of this, and please understand us. Although Zhan Tengfei's face was not good, he was always humble and polite.

The fat is not fake, but it is not impossible that the other party is here to find fault.

Who wouldn't write a blank check, and no one could say where things would go until they were finally put into the ground.

The black-haired man on the sofa gently took off his sunglasses, and glanced at Zhan Tengfei with a pair of cold and dazzling eyes.

Zhan Tengfei, who was 10,000 years old at this glance, almost thought that he would be pierced. People with this kind of look...... Definitely not a good stubble.

"Sorry, I didn't make it clear. The person who commissioned this collaboration was not me, but the English earl I served. The author's style of painting is very similar to that of the Count's family, who has been missing for many years. The Count is now very ill, and it was by accident that he saw the painting and ordered us to visit. I guess you won't be too much of a hindrance, right? The man had a faint smile on his face, and the coldness in his eyes never melted.

Gabriel's eyes drifted away silently. If the Earl had known that you had added a girl to him, he would have given you a bonus or broken your legs.

Where is there such a choreographed master? Although he can also understand a lie, it is best not to change it, it can be modified, but in case the police~ inspector comes to investigate, it is easy to help. But even so, this kind of setting is not easy for ordinary people to accept, right?

Zhan Tengfei was silent for a while: "Can I talk to the author on the phone?" ”

Claude smiled faintly and nodded. Leaning back on the sofa leisurely, slowly sipping the aromatic hand-ground coffee.

Amore, who was interrupted by the ringing of her mobile phone once again, suddenly had a feeling of wanting to move to the mountains. Two phone calls a day, which is a bit out of the ordinary.

Unless the sky fell, the editor-in-chief never contacted her.

"It's me." Amore's voice was already tinged with a faint anger.

Can't you negotiate a contract for a company your size to set up a decoration?

"Alice, this time is different, the other party is not here to publish a book, but to find relatives. Do you have any relatives in the UK? "Zhan Tengfei is a person who knows how to observe words and colors, how can he not hear Amore's tone.

Amore opened her eyes with a puzzled face: "No, I have no relatives in the UK." ”

If you go back 500 years, there seem to be a few people in Germany who know it, and now I don't know where it has gone. They don't have to be in gangs to survive.

After all, it's not half a star worse than what is described in books and legends, and it's not so difficult to hide in the city.

"The old man is seriously ill (how did you know that the other party is an old man?) If you want to recognize your granddaughter, you see if you want to come here. Maybe it's really a relative. Zhan Tengfei considered this layer of hidden information and said in a low voice.

Amore was silent, her grandfather ...... It's been nearly 900 years since her grandfather died, if she's not mistaken. I remember my dad once said that my grandfather died when my dad was 3 years old.

So, is it really her grandfather who is terrifying?