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Chapter 1040 She Doesn't Remember Him

Chapter 1040 She doesn’t remember him

Nan Ming nodded seriously: "The princess is right. I will discuss this matter with Shopkeeper He when we get back."

Then he smiled and said: "This is the first time I have heard about these business methods. I have gained a lot of experience."

Feng Weihuan sighed: "My sister-in-law also told me these things. She has planned a one-stop plan on how to sell my story books and how to promote them. Everything is ready. All she has to do is wait for me to write a hit piece of content.

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"Since you are going to use these methods, I won't use them yet."

"No, it's not certain when I will be able to write it. You hurry up and find Shopkeeper He, and you can make a fortune. Furthermore, if your case is successful, it will be like a cornucopia of money. Shopkeeper He and other booksellers will

, Storytellers, the Liyuan has not become active yet? When the industrial chain of intellectual property rights is formed, it will be convenient for me to operate the storybook. If it is raised higher, this can also be considered as a contribution to the prosperity of our Yun country's business.

Yes, everyone makes money, which is a good thing!"

"What he said makes sense, every word is precious." Nan Ming praised Feng Weihuan without hesitation.

"Stop complimenting each other, are you still going to eat?" Feng Jiayu, who was reduced to the background, had already finished half of the rabbit.

Nan Ming smiled, broke off the rabbit leg in his hand, and handed it to Feng Weihuan.

Feng Weihuan took it and asked the little guy: "Are you full?"

The little guy burped back. I don't know what the rabbit ate to grow up. It was really fat. He was full after eating half a rabbit.

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After the three of them finished eating and washed their hands, Feng Weihuan hugged his chest and asked the little guy: "Your Majesty, what are your plans next?"

The little guy rolled his dark eyes and said, "Find a way."

"Yeah." Feng Weihuan studied the compass and pointed in a direction: "Go that way."

The little guy jumped forward happily.

"Careful where you step, slow down." Feng Weihuan couldn't help but chatter like his old mother.

"I know!" The little guy picked up a branch, remembered Su Nian's words, and walked forward while hitting it.

Nanming's legs and feet were inconvenient. Feng Weihuan didn't care about the difference between men and women and said: "Mr. Nan, let me help you."

Nanming was naturally not polite.

Feng Weihuan held his arm and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I was supposed to send you back..."

Nan Ming, who is so exquisite and clear, naturally understood it.

The little mushroom in front has a famous father, and he is naturally guarded by secret guards. Even if the little mushroom is temporarily lost, as long as he sends a little signal, such as setting fire to the mountain, the secret guards will come as quickly as possible.

But Feng Weihuan did not do this, and instead allowed the little guy to explore in the mountains. The reason was just to satisfy the little mushroom's curiosity and playfulness.

"The princess loves the young prince very much." He smiled on his face, but there was a bit of sourness in his heart. Judging from the current situation, in her heart, the little mushroom is much more important than him.

"Eldest brother handed Xiao Yu over to Prince Yan's Mansion. No matter what, we all have the responsibility to take good care of him. Besides, I watched Xiao Yu grow up. In my heart, he is no different from my child." Feng Weihuan

Say it softly.

Her voice naturally has a charming nasal sound, and even though she tries hard to appear calm and cool, she cannot erase the remaining childishness and innocence.

Nan Ming couldn't help but feel dazzled when he heard her soft voice and the fresh fruity scent of her body lingering in his nose.

The world has gone through vicissitudes, but she has not changed much between her six hundred years later and her six hundred years ago.

It's just that I don't remember him.


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