You stand on the second floor and look at the view

The people watching the view are watching you downstairs

The breeze decorates your mood

Whose dreams have you decorated?

Ye Zhan's mind automatically appeared with this sentence, and it actually gave birth to a feeling like a dream.

Just a momentary eye contact, maybe shorter, and Nessa continued to sign. In all eyes, she is an island of people, lazy, detached, careless, and even a little impatient.

She wears Feijia's high-end ready-to-wear, this brand is absolutely luxury, the full name is Fay Fashion, there is no LOGO, but real fans and fans will distinguish its quality and low-key luxury through its materials and small details. For example, the customary silk, such as the delicate cufflinks on Ye Zhan's shirt.

"It's not bad!" Ye Zhan thought as he rubbed his cufflinks.

As for her face, it can be seen from Bai Yuelou's stunning gaze, from the adoring eyes of the editor-in-chief beside her, and from the sound of keys and shutters that fans and media have not stopped as soon as they entered the lobby.

The appearance of the sky!

"If you want to know God's love, look at Nessa's face;

If you want to feel the charm of art, see Nessa's face;

If you want to get a glimpse of nature's creation, look at Naisha's face.

I dare to pack a ticket, Nessa's mother, Nessa's grandmother is definitely a first-class goddess. If it is said that three generations of nobles are born, then the same applies to the goddess. Without three generations of genetic evolution, such miracles would not have occurred. Yes, it's a miracle.

Do you know what it means to be a tyrannical thing? is obviously able to eat with his face, but in the past five years, he has written thirteen novels in silence, with more than 20 million words, each of which has been clicked more than 100 million and has tens of millions of fans. and the first brother Baiyuelou, with six million fans. is also the first sister of the female frequency of 'double killing' - Zhu Sha, with three million fans. ”

The above is a netizen named "Ainasa's little pillow", a post made on the forum, and attached a not very clear, densely packed photo of human heads below, and then quickly drowned in plus signs and saliva, the headline hot spots can't run, of course, these are later words.

Ye Zhan's mood turned bright, as if he had just visited an exhibition of "Starry Night" and "Sunflower" with an impression flow. Come with the excitement and return with the joy.

He glanced at his watch, the time had passed, and although he didn't mind the other party waiting for a few more moments, it was not his usual style to act like that. Fortunately, the clubhouse and the library are only separated by a house number.

Ye Zhan left, Nessa rubbed her eyebrows, and sighed silently in her heart. Her mind was far from as calm as it seemed. At the moment of staring at each other, she felt a splitting headache, and a message and a picture came into her mind.

It was a cemetery, and it was drizzling, and she silently passed by a man with a black umbrella embroidered with cherry blossoms all over it. The arc of that person's face, like the most clever craftsman's knife and axe, is clearly the person on the second floor, who is he?

And she, Naisha, or the real name of this body, Anel, is just a wisp of solitary soul from another world. Because I read the beginning of an online novel, I bizarrely crossed over, and the blood of the dog flowed through the book!

is different from the ancient crossing must be wasted, the conditions of the original owner are simply not too good, successful writers, young and promising, arrogant, beautiful and rich. It's just that at the beginning of the crossing, a few G's, no, a few T's of information entered the brain, making her overloaded, and some of them couldn't be remembered anyway.

At this time, her editor-in-chief Qiao Yuhui called and asked her to hold a book signing party for her.

This really flattered and overjoyed Qiao Yuhui. You must know that Nessa is the real king of traffic and the tree of cash cows, and she is the one who pushed him from a small editor to a literary manager. It's just that Qiao Yuhui prefers to call himself the editor-in-chief of Nisha, which is a flaunt of Bole's identity and vision.

Looking at the long line of fans with no end in sight, Nessa felt real despair, and finally understood why the original owner didn't participate in these things. Is this a human thing? When is this going to be checked-in?

She bit the pen and moved her crooked brain, and the wood carving did not move at all, until she was gently awakened by the fans.

"Nisha? Great God? My signature..."

Nessa leaves her little world, sweetens her fans, and writes her name.

What an amazing smile! The fan burst into tears and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Next!

This can't be done, the first of the thirty-six plans sprouted in Nisha's heart.

She glanced at her editor-in-chief, and made a very cute and somewhat embarrassed expression. Qiao Yuhui received her signal, and said softly and dotingly, "Go and come back."

Nessa was overjoyed and said to her fans with great sincerity, "I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." ”

Want! Go! Wash! Hand! Space!

Eh, the fireworks idol and goddess who is supposed not to eat the world wants to go to the bathroom, how can it feel like falling off the altar!

But the fans were immediately relieved, this is the angel who fell into the world.

Nessa didn't care about this, picked up her own handbag of the same style as the Fei family, and flashed into the bathroom with a female paper like the wind.

Luckily, there was no one in the bathroom! It is estimated that fans are afraid of losing every moment with the great god, so much so that they are reluctant to use the toilet.

Look left and right, God help me. There was a window in the bathroom, and Nessa rubbed her hands, pushed the Low-e glass flat, put one hand on the windowsill, and jumped out of the library with a light jump.

This skill is as agile as an ape! It's more magical than the martial arts novels I've read.

Jumping out of the window, it's like entering another world. There are pavilions and pavilions, gurgling water, antique, and the ancient gardens of their own world.

In front of it is a three-story building with the words "Liufeng Pavilion Club" written on the plaque. There are meticulous security guards at the entrance. Nessa intuitively felt that outsiders couldn't get in at all.

Suddenly, a stream of information came into mind, and there was a little girl of two or three years old, running on the lawn and running to the arms of her parents. In the background of the lawn is the Flowing Wind Pavilion. She found herself familiar with the clubhouse, which meant that there might be memories of its original owner.

She bypassed the main entrance of the clubhouse and saw a flower window on the west side, with twelve seals engraved on the side of the window, and there were different fish, dragons, birds and beasts. She is even more convinced that this club was built by her relatives.

As she did, she jumped into the clubhouse.

With such a face, no one stopped her, and the few service staff regarded her as a distinguished guest to be received.

In fact, today's clubhouse was chartered by the Han family, the first family of Jingcheng, who will entertain important guests from Tiandu here.

Nessa walked inside the clubhouse with great familiarity, and even avoided the club's surveillance. Outside a private room, she saw a young man say to the clubhouse manager, "Here's a bottle of Romani Conti 1982." ”

It turns out that this world is in the era of the Constitutional Calendar, which is no different from the A.D. of the earth. It's just that Conti in 1982 is so similar to Lafite in 1982?