It's time to seal the strings.

He wore a more formal dress tonight, as if he was going to attend some formal event.

The man smiled softly at her: "Have you waited for a long time?"

"It's okay, but whether the address is wrong, the writer didn't come, and no one else showed up."

Fengxian gave her the flowers.

"Yes."

He walked forward.

Qian Miao was holding such a large bunch of red roses, and he didn't quite understand: "How to buy roses?"

"good looking."

She looked down at the flower and walked straight forward without paying attention to her convenience until she touched the edge of the table.

Looking up, she saw Fengxian sitting down at the table.

His smile is different than in the past, more... "official".

It's like all the smiles of the stars when they walk on the red carpet.

"How to sit there?"

In front of the table, there was a standing sign with Rongzheng's name written on it.

Feng Xian kept silent, and looked at her quietly with affectionate black eyes. Under her gaze, she opened the pen next to her.

Reached out a hand to her: "The signing event officially begins."

The signing event officially begins?

sign! Sale! meeting! positive! formula! open! beginning!

For the first time in his life, the surprising ripples that suddenly opened up in Qianmiao's eyes, he realized the true meaning of the unexpected four words.

Fengxian is to be contentious!

The little details of the past kept popping up in her mind.

On the night Feng Xian helped her change her dress, Rong Zheng announced the change. Feng Xian once said that the writer is a friend of him.

She said she wanted to read a book, so Rong Zheng, who had been begged by fans for two years, suddenly relented and published the book.

Also, toffee.

On Christmas Eve, she saw the question at the end of the latest chapter, so she answered that the most wanted gift was a cat.

As a result, the Christmas gift was received by the kitten.

Looking back at Feng Xian's outstretched hand, her mind gradually returned to her place. She coughed slightly, turning her head and took a new book with both hands.

Fengxian took it, lowered his head to write on the homepage, and was about to sign, he paused, raised his head and asked him, "Are there any requirements?"

"name."

"Which?" He always smiled slightly.

Qian Mi thought for a while, and said, "Rong Zheng."

After rustling a few times, the signature was over, and Fengxian handed the book to her.

She glanced at the rose, then handed it to him.

"Sent, sent."

"Thank you." The man smiled.

He was probably the first one to buy flowers for himself.

Qian Miao looked for a topic and looked back at the empty space behind: "Why is it just me?"

"It was originally a signing event for one person. These are all."

Looking back, I suddenly didn't know what to say.

The two looked at each other quietly, and then suddenly laughed together.

Qian Miao slowly let go, accepting this fact.

"Why do you write a book?"

Fengxian raised his eyebrows: "Question link?"

"That's it."

He recalled briefly, and said: "If you can't find something you like to watch, just write it."

"This is the final book?" She held the book, her eyes filled with liking.

"No, the story frame is too big to be finished at a time."

"When do you usually write?"

"Write when you have time."

She asked again: "Who is the heroine?"

"There is no heroine." He answered patiently, with a soft smile at the corner of his mouth.

There is a lot of discussion in the comment area about who the heroine is, but there is no conclusion.

"No, the update in recent months didn't add a relationship line? Isn't that the heroine?"

"The original outline did not have a heroine, and the emotional line is not the core content, so there is no heroine."

(Seal: There are too many vests, first drop one to make the daughter-in-law like it)