"I'm so sorry, it was my fault just now! Are you two alright, do you need to go to the hospital? ”

His voice was soft, and the concern and self-blame in it were very obvious.

Yu Tiantian knew from the tone of his voice. This is a well-educated and cultured person.

There is some truth to the sentence that there is poetry and books in the belly!!

Peng Jiayuan heard him say this, and it was not good to lose his temper again!

However, he also pointed at Yu Tiantian, and his tone was a little rushed: "This young lady kowtowed, you ask her if she forgives you!" ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked at Yu Tiantian: "This young lady, are you okay?" ”

Yu Tiantian has a good impression of this man, and does not defend his mistakes, but only apologizes sincerely.

Such a person is very similar to the gentlemen she came into contact with in her previous life.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

After saying that, he nodded at him.

As a result, the middle-aged man accidentally saw the manuscript in Yu Tiantian's hand:

The screams of the tires rubbing against the ground due to the brakes resounded in front of the city's liveliest "Panther Bar".

The military jeep, which belongs to the military special forces and is known as the elite of the elite, suddenly stopped......

Even if he only saw such a little, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

"This young lady, what are you holding in your hand? Is it convenient for me to see? His tone was still polite, but the eagerness in it was also obvious.

Yu Tiantian raised her eyebrows, as if she was a little surprised, so he said again: "Miss, are you holding the manuscript of the novel in your hand?" Can you show me? ”

"We're still on our way!" Peng Jiayuan spoke, but Yu Tiantian glanced at him lightly, and immediately stopped talking!

Yu Tiantian feels good about him, and she is not afraid of him. He handed over the original manuscript in his hand: "It's a novel." ”

After saying that, he did not speak again.

The middle-aged man saw that Yu Tiantian didn't want to say more, so he didn't bother, so he just took the manuscript and read it carefully.

"Good, good kill!" Suddenly, such a sentence came out of the middle-aged man's mouth, which made Yu Tiantian look at him again.

This sentence is really different from what I just said!

Thinking so, there was a smile on his face.

When the middle-aged man saw her coming, he asked with a flushed face, "Is there anything else?" Anything else? And what about the rest? ”

Yu Tiantian had a smile on her face, "Do you think it looks good?" ”

"Good! Very good! Very good! The middle-aged man admired again and again, and when he saw Yu Tiantian's eyes full of smiles when he looked at him, he suddenly realized his gaffe, so he calmed down a little and asked, "Little girl, did you write this novel?"

The middle-aged man originally just asked, after all, a person as old as Yu Tiantian should not be able to write such a novel.

He mainly wanted to know who the author of the manuscript was.

His gaze drifted to Peng Jiayuan, could it be this?

"Don't look at me, I didn't write this novel! It's this young lady who writes about it! Peng Jiayuan rolled his eyes, pointed at Yu Tiantian and said.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man looked at Yu Tiantian's eyes, full of surprise, surprise, and surprise!

Yu Tiantian smiled: "This novel was indeed written by me, I originally planned to go to the "Tomorrow Morning Post" newspaper to submit it, but Mr. Zhao Shan thought it was good after reading it. However, it did not conform to the founding concept of "Tomorrow Morning Post", so it was rejected. ”

Zhao Shan said yes?