Chapter Seventy-Seven: Pick-up?
When Fang Rin heard this, his expression was a little complicated: "Why cry, it's not a very touching thing." ”
"All in all, it's just good-looking!" Ye Qingqing was really emotional, so he swore an oath.
"Better than Xiao Ye's?" He quipped.
"That's ......"
"Ahem!"
Ye Qingqing paused for a moment, feeling that Tang Ye had to mind this matter, he was really a little childish, and he didn't care about him, and nodded hard: "Anyway, I think you're good-looking." ”
"You're done Ye Qingqing," Tang Ye said with pity, "Don't think of my book in the future." ”
"I'm not waiting yet!" Ye Qingqing solved the matter at this time, and he was very happy, and he went to take Fang Rin's arm, and said provocatively to Tang Ye, "Teacher Fang is much better than you!" ”
"Humph!"
"Hahaha!" Fang Rin laughed happily.
Seeing that it was not too early, the three of them chatted casually for a few more words, and the father and son were ready to set off. Tang Ye went out first, and when Fang Rin was holding on to the door frame to change his shoes, the golden ginkgo leaf bookmark fell out of the manuscript bag he was holding.
Ye Qingqing only felt that her eyes hurt, and she caught it quickly, just a leaf, she pinched it like this, but her heart was beating like a 100-meter race. When Fang Rin put on her shoes and turned around, she handed him the bookmark: "Teacher Fang, your bookmark." ”
Fang Rin was stunned, he took the bookmark, looked at it for a while, and carefully put it in the bag.
Ye Qingqing stretched out her hand, she didn't know what she was reluctant to do, she was in a bit of a trance in her heart, and couldn't help but call Fang Rin again: "Teacher Fang." ”
"Huh?" Fang Rin hadn't come back from a certain emotion, and responded casually.
"I used to ......" Ye Qingqing always felt strange no matter how she spoke, but she still couldn't help but say, "I mean before you come to contribute...... Have I seen you yet? ”
Fang Rin was stunned for a moment, he raised his head, carefully looked at Ye Qingqing, and shook his head decisively: "No." ”
"Oh," Ye Qingqing smiled dryly, "I'm sorry, I just think, hey, it's hard to say, I'll just ask casually, don't you mind." ”
"Of course I don't mind," Fang Rin smiled, "It's so big here, it's possible to see it." ”
On the contrary, Tang Ye from outside reacted the most: "Editor Ye, you have all the manuscripts, it's a little redundant to talk again, right?" ”
Needless to say, Ye Qingqing herself felt like a pick-up, she couldn't help but laugh and brushed away the strange feeling that lingered in her heart, and shook her head: "It's okay, I probably read too many of the teacher's books, confused the characters, and felt that I had seen him many times." ”
This frightened Fang Rin somehow, he looked at her again, and then as if he remembered something, he smiled bitterly, coughed lowly, and turned to leave.
Tang Ye stood next to him and waited for his father to come over, and turned his head to look at her: "The new book is released, are you coming?" ”
"Huh?" Ye Qingqing paused for a moment and asked cautiously, "When?" ”
"It's still far away, so I'll ask you first." He smiled, very ill-intentioned, "Maybe I'll ask your leaders to see what the books they dare not publish look like." ”
Ye Qingqing: "......" So it's no wonder that the society he cooperates with has become an enemy! This virtue is too bad!
She: "No, no, no, I still won't go, if you have the opportunity to buy your book, you can give it an autograph." ”
"Who wants to sign for you," he looked disgusted, "Originally, my signature was kept for you to sign the contract, but now you see, it's cold." ”
"......" pierces the heart.
"It's not going to work.".
"......" poof!