Ye Huang pouted, hanging behind him, looking fearless.

The four of them sat down in the corner by the window, Xiyang watched the storyteller spitting on the stage and was very excited to introduce the so-called new dark horse this year, the book written is very powerful, handsome men and beautiful women, childhood sweethearts, when investigating the case, they sympathize with each other, and make a private decision with each other for life, such a perfect HE finale, which is widely loved and sought after by young people.

It's just that some people guess that this author can investigate the case, and the logical thinking is clear, it should be written by a man, but it depicts a large number of emotional and psychological activities, and some people think that it was written by a woman.

But whether it is a man or a woman, everyone is curious about him, thinking that this person must have great talent.

Xiyang looked at the person who was telling the story excitedly, and then looked at Ye Haitang, who was proud and proud, and said loudly, "What book did you write?" ”

Di Junyang and Ye Huang even looked up at her in disbelief.

It's as if she's telling some amazing secret.

Di Junyang didn't know that the book on the stage was written by Ye Haitang, although he had heard Ye Huang talk about it, but he didn't take it to heart.

And the two brothers and sisters of the Ye family were completely surprised.

"How do you know?"

The two siblings spoke in unison.

Ye Haitang was originally a little proud and reserved, but I don't know why she was asked so lightly by Xiyang, she was a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

Jun Yang, who grew up with him and knew him, didn't know what books he wrote, but this rival in love who had known him for less than a few days knew it not long after he came in.

She was embarrassed and ashamed.

"The expression on your face is saying that you wrote it, strange, can't you say it?" Strange, aren't the people on stage introducing? Why is she so ashamed.

"No, I don't know that Sister Xiyang is so ghostly, and even Brother Junyang doesn't know about it, but you know."

Xiyang pursed his lips, and secretly said that this book seemed to be very popular in his previous life, and he asked someone to adapt Peking Opera and sing it red. So much so that the reputation of the so-called Ye Haitang, a talented woman, became famous for a while, and the scenery was incomparable.

She and Di Junyang are childhood sweethearts, and even the book is based on him as the male protagonist.

Anyone who sees it thinks it's very right.

But she was innocent, she was just a marriage contract, and she was criticized, saying that the toad wanted to eat swan meat, and that her father was a liar, a god, and a beggar who tried to rely on the Di family.

The corners of Xiyang's mouth rose slightly, no one would want to splash a little sewage in this life.

"I think what he said is very exciting, the male and female protagonists are childhood sweethearts, day and night, brave and strategic, a talented and good-looking, but very fascinating. If you let people know that the author is you, wouldn't Di Junyang be the male protagonist in your book? ”

Xiyang's eyes widened, as if he could speak.

Ye Haitang thought about how he became popular all over the sky, and when everyone was itching and wanted to know which author wrote it, he would show up to accept everyone's worship.

But now is not the time, her novels in the form of small vernacular, which have changed the red tape of the past, are simple and easy to understand, and may not be sought after by everyone.

Especially those famous talents in Shangjing, whose eyes are above the top, and have not heard their praise of this book yet, she will never come forward to admit that she is the author.

"Miss Xiyang seems to be very interested in this book, what question might I not answer for my sister?"