Chapter 033: Stupid Brain
On a summer afternoon, the sun is blazing.
Outside the coffee house on the left bank, Su Qianai was walking inside with Jiang Xinyao.
Just as she was about to step into the door, Jiang Xinyao paused, shrunk her head and glanced inside, and whispered, "Xiao Ai, I'm so nervous!" ”
Su Qianai waved her hand to comfort her good friend with a bitter face: "Xinyao, it's okay, I'll help you speak when the time is right." ”
Jiang Xinyao shook her head again and swallowed her saliva: "Xiao Ai, I'm afraid that I can't say it well, or you should tell others by yourself." ”
"It's too late." Su Qianai didn't care about Jiang Xinyao's embarrassed appearance, and pulled her straight to table 18.
At table 18, a man in a white shirt was sitting, slowly drinking tea.
Seeing that the waiter was refilling the tea, and there seemed to be no heat in the teapot at all, it was conceivable that the man had been sitting here for a while.
Su Qianai glanced at Jiang Xinyao, and Jiang Xinyao, who looked a little uneasy, walked up to the man, tried to hold up a smile, and asked softly: "Hello, are you introduced by the editor of Liuxi?" ”
The man raised his head and looked at Jiang Xinyao, and quickly stood up, his eyes immediately bent into a good-looking arc, and nodded slightly: "Hello, I was introduced by Liu Xi, my name is ......"
At this time, the man found Su Qianai standing beside Jiang Xinyao, and was stunned, but immediately greeted Su Qianai with a smile: "Xiao Ai, why are you here?" What a coincidence! ”
"Coincidental, coincidental, what ape dung!" Su Qianai, who was originally expressionless, bared her teeth at Leng Xiaoyu, and then sat down in the chair opposite him, deliberately biting the sound of the word "ape dung" heavily.
Leng Xiaoyu looked at Su Qianai's stinky face, seemed to understand something, and suddenly laughed out loud.
Su Qianai's face became even more ugly, she glanced at Leng Xiaoyu unceremoniously, and several sharp eyes with small flying knives shot at Leng Xiaoyu.
"You know?" Jiang Xinyao looked at the two people in front of her and asked with some curiosity.
"Acquaintance!"
"I don't know!"
Two voices came out of both mouths at the same time.
Jiang Xinyao was even more confused: "Do you know or don't know?" ”
"Even if I didn't know each other before, I know each other now." Leng Xiaoyu ignored Su Qianai's expression, handed a business card to Jiang Xinyao, and introduced himself with a smile, "My name is Leng Xiaoyu, how do you call you?" ”
"I, I ......" Jiang Xinyao's mind was empty, and she suddenly forgot how to answer, sweating on the tip of her nose, her two hands were twisted together uneasily, and her eyes turned to Su Qianai for help.
"Her pen name is Feng Piaoxu, and her real name is Jiang Xinyao, I don't know which one Mr. Leng is asking?" Su Qianai answered unhurriedly on behalf of Jiang Xinyao.
"Jiang Xinyao, Xinyao, this name is very easy to pronounce." Leng Xiaoyu obviously had a good impression of Jiang Xinyao, and chewed her name carefully with a smile, "Hello Miss Jiang, I have already read your masterpiece, I appreciate Miss Jiang's literary brilliance, and I am also very interested in this novel." I would like to ask Miss Jiang, how did she come up with the idea of such a genre? ”
"I ......" Jiang Xinyao finished again, and turned her eyes to Su Qianai again.
"Inspiration came out of nowhere." Su Qianai was still studying Leng Xiaoyu's business card, raised her eyelids, and glanced at Leng Xiaoyu, "Mr. Leng, Xinyao is my good friend, she has always been not good at words, she only knows how to bury her head in writing, I am her most loyal fan, the person who knows her best, if you have any questions, you can ask me, I can answer on her behalf." ”
Leng Xiaoyu was stunned by Su Qianai's answer, looked at Jiang Xinyao, whose face was a little flushed, with interest, and said very understandingly: "Miss Jiang, it's okay, we can communicate slowly." ”
Jiang Xinyao showed an unnatural smile at Leng Xiaoyu: "Mmmm, communicate slowly, communicate slowly." ”
"Leng Xiaoyu, your business card only says the chairman of the rising star company, I have to ask, what is the scope of your rising star company? Are you still engaged in film and television investment? Su Qianai shook the business card at Leng Xiaoyu, interrupting the conversation between him and Jiang Xinyao, obviously looking down on his pretended appearance.
Leng Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at Su Qianai: "What, does Miss Su doubt my identity or doubt my sincerity?" Businessmen, as long as they make money, they can try to invest, what's wrong with that? ”
"Of course not! Since you are the chairman of a rising company, and even the Ginza Elite Club is under the name of your company, then the strength of your company must not be underestimated, why do you, the big chairman, come to meet such a small author in person and talk to her about these things in person? Su Qianai looked at him with a completely distrustful look.
"Oh? I want to ask, what Miss Su means by this......" Leng Xiaoyu was not angry, the smile on his face seemed to be engraved on it, and he didn't mean to withdraw it at all.
Su Qianai looked indifferent, and spread her hands: "I'm not you, how do I know what you mean!" ”
"I appreciate Xin Yao's talent and believe in the charm of her works, I am satisfied with Miss Su?" Leng Xiaoyu's gaze turned to Jiang Xinyao again, leading to the topic with her, "Xinyao, are you writing full-time?" ”
"I, I'm not a full-time writer, it's just, I just like to write a little bit of stuff." Jiang Xinyao quickly glanced at Su Qianai before answering.
Leng Xiaoyu smiled: "You just like to write a little bit of something?" You're so modest, don't you know how popular your book is right now? ”
Jiang Xinyao shook her head a little dazedly: "I, I just write, I haven't paid attention to anything else." ”
Leng Xiaoyu's eyes showed a look of approval: "It's rare to see someone as indifferent as you, if we have the opportunity, we must discuss it together." ”
Su Qianai supported her head with one hand, and gently tapped the table with the other, her beautiful eyes kept scanning Leng Xiaoyu's body, and she interjected a sentence coldly: "Mr. Leng, you seem to be very interested in our family Xinyao, how do you say an old saying?" Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief! ”
She deliberately kept the sound of the word "oh" long.
"Could it be that your family's Yining is often either a traitor or a thief?" Leng Xiaoyu laughed, "That's why you see too much?" ”
"Our family has never been courteous, unlike some people who always like to play small conspiracies behind their backs and use some shady means to trick people. Our family Xinyao has always been down-to-earth and has never liked to deal with such people. Su Qianai slowly turned her eyes away from Leng Xiaoyu, looking too lazy to deal with you.
"Miss Su misunderstood, I am a good citizen with the most authentic duties, and I never do anything out of line."
"Really? The first time you saw our family Xinyao, you were so enthusiastic, didn't you call it nothing to be courteous? Su Qianai immediately refuted his words.
"I just admire Xinyao's talent. I always thought that talented women were dinosaurs, and I thought that beautiful women were brainless, but today Xinyao has subverted my previous definition of talented women. Leng Xiaoyu said this obvious praise unhurriedly.
Su Qianai smiled and said: "Our Xinyao is a talented woman and a beauty, there is no doubt about this, it is because she is so outstanding, so it is normal for nasty flies to stick everywhere she goes." ”
"Yes, yes, I envy Miss Su for having such a good friend, Miss Su, you are so beautiful as a flower, you only need to communicate with Xinyao more in the future, I believe you will also be closer to the talented girl." Leng Xiaoyu kindly persuaded her.
Su Qianai understood his words, glared at him angrily, and immediately burst into a sentence: "It's not difficult to write a novel!" ”
Leng Xiaoyu laughed out loud when he heard this: "Yes, yes, it is not difficult to write a novel, Miss Su is closer to Xinyao, and she is also a little talented, maybe one day Miss Su can write a good novel, and then let me, a fly, have a chance to worship." ”
"You—" Su Qianai stammered again.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Jiang Xinyao hurriedly stood up and wanted to explain to Su Qianai: "Mr. Leng, in fact, Xiao Ai is ...... her."
"Xinyao, I should learn more from you in the future, so that I can have a chance to make some boring flies and mosquitoes die." Su Qianai interrupted Jiang Xinyao's words, gritted her teeth and said these words, glancing at Leng Xiaoyu with contempt.
"Xinyao, I am very sincere in the cooperation between us, you can go back and think about it first, and then call me, and we will discuss some details of cooperation separately." Leng Xiaoyu didn't seem to want to waste time arguing with Su Qianai here.
Discuss alone?
Listening to the words "discuss alone", Jiang Xinyao immediately looked sideways at Su Qianai.
"Hey, Leng Xiaoyu, why do you want to talk about it alone? Isn't it possible to talk about it now? Su Qianai glared at Leng Xiaoyu very cautiously, looking very distrustful of him.
"Miss Su, you're thinking too much. I just want to get a better understanding of some of the ideas about Xin Yao's creation of this novel, so that I can better understand her ideas and make our cooperation more perfect. Xinyao, don't you say? Leng Xiaoyu spoke to Jiang Xinyao in a very soft tone.
Su Qianai hurriedly rejected his idea of talking to Xinyao alone: "What do you want to ask, just come and tell me now, I can answer on behalf of Xinyao in a comprehensive way." ”
Leng Xiaoyu glanced at Jiang Xinyao, who was very silent, and said to Su Qianai with some puzzlement: "In the end, Xinyao is the original author of the book, you are just a reader, I am afraid that it will be difficult to fully grasp the various emotions that the author wants to express." And I heard that books have always been a hypnotic tool for the eldest lady of the Su family, I don't know since when the eldest lady of the Su family actually changed her preferences? ”