Seeing Lorent running over, Zhang Chong and the others could only follow him and waved to the other side to maintain order.

Although this group of readers has not made a fuss before, they are like a pot of calm hot oil. Although there is no movement, the temperature is enough. Now, the drop of water in Lorent will immediately cause boiling when it falls into it.

Especially this guy's expression was as friendly as seeing the villagers, so the book fans naturally became even more aware.

"Come on, sign one for you, and sign another for you. Oh, there are people who like "Farot Freak". You guys, you have a good taste. Don't worry, don't worry, I will sign each of you. Is this your pen? I borrowed it for me. It's too troublesome to sign one for another."

Zhang Chong and the others rushed over. During this period, it took only ten seconds. This guy had signed several copies, and he kept muttering while signing.

The southeast corner of the Linwang Exhibition Hall instantly turned into a lively vegetable market.

"Who has a pen? None of the gentlemen next to me have a pen?"

It would be fine if this guy signed it himself, but he was also looking for a pen for Zhang Chong and the others.

By the time they each had a pen in their hands, the situation was out of control. Faced with the enthusiastic readers, Zhang Chong and the others had no way to turn around and left, so they could only temporarily join the signature army.

Originally, Feng He had few fans and he didn't have to sign a few names, but the problem was that Feng He's works were sold in the exhibition hall. Some book fans who originally took Linde and their books to sign took the opportunity to buy Feng He's books and ran over to find Feng He's signature.

Fenghe is also very damn.

I am obviously not in this position, but I have to endure the pain that this position can have.

There are probably hundreds of people in the Zhuwang Exhibition Hall now. If they really sign each of them, it will take a lot of time.

And the problem is that if time goes on for a long time, there might be a second and third wave later, so after signing about 100 books, Zhang Chong stopped and pulled Lorent to the side.

"I haven't signed yet." Llorent was pulled over and complained in a low voice.

"If you really want to sign, I'll get you a signing party here, how about it?"

"Oh, then forget it, it would be meaningless to sign the sale." Llorent shrugged.

Zhang Chong smiled helplessly, and then said to the book friends, "Everyone, I'm sorry, we still have something to do today, so we'll be here for the time being. Let's continue if we have time."

...

Looking at the exhibition hall, they were already on the news when they finished their meal together in the evening.

On the dining table, Zhang Chong looked at the news and said to Lorent, "You guy should be low-key. If Penny Austin knew you were here, he might come to you."

When Llorent's fat body heard Penny Austin's name, he couldn't help but have a cold war.

Then he said as if he was comforting himself, "No, she is in Europe recently."

"Europe is closer to us," Lind said.

Zhang Chongming said with a smile, "You know her itinerary quite well."

"I see it occasionally."

"I won't talk about her anymore, but you have to pay for this meal tonight." Linde said.

Hearing that he wanted to pay, Llorent immediately stopped doing it, and raised his head and said, "Why, I am the poorest here."

Fenghe next to him smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Llorente, maybe... are you a little richer than me?"

Llorent patted Fenghe on the shoulder, "You are right, I am neither the richest nor the poorest here. No matter how I order it, I should not pay the bill."

"Who told you to cause trouble today?"

"What does it mean to cause trouble? Can't I get close to Chinese book friends? Otherwise, I would be afraid of news and report that we came to China and were indifferent to Chinese fans. Maybe we would say that we looked down on Chinese fans. Speaking of which, I still helped you, Linde, you should pay for this meal."

"It's purely quibbling."

“I’m talking about the facts.”

...

In the end, of course, Llorent did not pay the bill, but when Zhang Chong paid the bill, he was told that the bill had been bought by Feng He long ago, and this guy bought the bill before the meal.

I sent Linde and Lorent back to the hotel and made an appointment to go to Jiaohu tomorrow.

Tomorrow is exactly the weekend. Because Linde and Llorente are here, he can't take Pengpeng to Yanjing to learn painting with Wu Ziyun, so he called Wu Ziyun to ask for leave. He planned to take Pengpeng and the others out for fun tomorrow.

After returning home, Pengpeng was already asleep. The old couple was watching TV. When they saw Zhang Chong coming back, they pointed to Pengpeng's diary on the coffee table and said, "Pengpeng's diary has been written today, and he said that he will definitely ask you to check it."

"Is that true?"

Zhang Chong walked over with interest and picked up the diary, then turned to the latest page.

It is a long period of time, which is different from the previous short stories.

I'm afraid this is one or two hundred words.

[Today is Friday, and I won’t go to school tomorrow. Grandma said that my father has two good friends here and can’t come back to tell me stories tonight, but it’s okay. I can read books now, so my father doesn’t need to sell it to me…]

She probably wanted to write and read, but she wrote less radicals and wrote them as a seller.

Zhang Chong secretly wrote down that Pengpeng would write reading and selling ten times tomorrow. How could she confuse these two words? There are also framing words, so she can't write them well.

Read more.

【Tonight my grandma made meat mozzarella, which was very delicious.】

Yes, I talked about eating it again, and the word "花" was written incorrectly.

Zhang Chong remembered that this was not the first time Peng Peng wrote the word "王" incorrectly, but he wrote it before, and asked her to write it ten times at that time. That's great. Just remember that the following is added, but he forgot the beginning of the word "王".

Putting down his daughter's diary, Zhang Chong took a shower first, and then ran to the study to continue his unfinished work yesterday.

After working in the study for a while, Zhang Xingjun said at the door, "Don't you sleep?"

Zhang Chong looked up and smiled, "Something needs to be written, it will be over soon. Dad, go to bed first."

Zhang Xingjun nodded, "Don't make it too late. If you are hungry after writing, there is the chicken soup your mother cooks today in the casserole in the refrigerator. Put some noodles yourself."

"Yeah, I got it."

After his father left, Zhang Chong remembered to look at the time, but found that it was already past twelve o'clock.

Although he wanted to continue writing, he still overcame the impulse, saved the newly written ones and turned off the computer directly.

Originally, he was going to go back to the room to sleep, but when he walked past the kitchen, he suddenly remembered his father's words and felt that he was indeed a little hungry, so he ran to cook a bowl of noodles for himself.

The living room was quiet, but when he thought that his parents and Pengpeng were there, he felt much more at ease.
Chapter completed!