"Are you down?" Wan Tianze heard his daughter's disrespectful tone and was not angry but happy: "Lingling, I just sent Jiaqiang to do something."
"Is this his daughter Wan Lingling?"
Naturally, we all know that Wan Tianze sent Jia Qiang to the mountains to find the person in the photo.
"Doing something?" Lingling rolled her eyes: "Then you have to make it clear to me in advance. I still want him to accompany me to the orphanage today."
Mrs. Wan pursed her lips and smiled, looking a little dissatisfied: "Lingling, the guests are here, and you don't want to say hello?"
The expressions of the surrounding servants immediately changed. It seemed that the kind Mrs. Wan rarely showed such a serious expression.
"I...Oh, forget it!" Although Lingling felt unhappy, due to her mother's majesty, she could only curl her lips and sit on the chair reluctantly.
She put away her arrogant expression, glanced at me, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you the outstanding employees this year? You look so strange!?"
"No, no, no," I shook my head: "It's just that Uncle Wan invited us to come for dinner."
Wan Tianze whispered in Lingling's ear: "They have made outstanding contributions to the major case of demons harming people. Please be polite."
"What? Is it you?" Lingling's eyes lit up and she asked in a low voice: "Isn't the inside story of the case particularly incredible?"
Wan Tianze coughed twice: "Lingling, are you looking for a theme for your novel?"
Seeing her father interrupting her, Lingling curled her lips: "I...how can I not!"
Mrs. Wan smiled and said: "Our family Lingling is a young writer and likes to write some supernatural stories. Please give me your advice."
"Writer? Is it the author of "The Street Fighter"? But this beautiful girl is so good-looking, she belongs to the author of "The Street Fighter". I was talking in my heart, and then thought: "I guess you didn't just ask us to give you advice when you invited us here.
Is it that simple for a daughter?”
I smiled apologetically and said, "Actually, it's quite normal for young people to like supernatural stories."
Lingling put down her chopsticks with a look of surprise: "Really? You like it too?"
Several people nodded and smiled without denying it.
"I have a wide range of interests and like to read everything." I asked, "What is the name of your work?"
Lingling seemed to be interested: "I have a column called "City Night Panic", have you read it?"
"I'll go, isn't it such a coincidence!?"
I felt speechless in my heart: "So it turns out that she wrote that messy book "City Night Panic"? And it was also a column? Oh my god, I have to say, it's really rubbish."
Several people looked at each other and looked at me who was bringing up the topic. Their eyes seemed to say: "You can handle the topic you brought up."
"I've seen that column, it was about ghost stories." I recalled carefully: "The author said he was panicking when he picked up his pen. That's right."
Lingling was very surprised: "So you've really seen it!? This is my first time meeting a real reader! What do you think, please give me some advice!"
"Damn it, your books have been included in the top ten of the "poison list". I went to take a look out of curiosity and almost didn't get poisoned to death!" I cursed in my heart.
For the sake of politeness, I smiled slightly and tried to change the subject: "How about we talk after dinner? You see, they can't join our conversation. I feel embarrassed."
Lingling moved the stool to my side and smiled: "Yes, yes, yes, I will sit next to you, and we can chat while eating."
"Oh no, talking too much this time has caused trouble!" I really couldn't laugh or cry. Wan Tianze across from me seemed a little embarrassed: "My daughter is really rude and makes everyone laugh."
I smiled and said, "Of course I won't mind. We are all of the same age. The way of making friends nowadays is so direct. This dish is very delicious. What is it called?"
Not only was I good at talking, I was also very good at changing the subject, which instantly relieved the embarrassment of Wan Tianze and his wife.
Moreover, Lingling's figure and appearance are amazing, and I really like chatting with her. Moreover, she is the daughter of a super rich family, as you know.
Lingling heard me say that this dish was delicious, so she picked up a large piece and put it on his bowl: "Do you like this? Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll ask the kitchen to cook it again."
Leng Yu and others seemed a little surprised. Isn't Miss Wan Jin too approachable?
After the pleasant lunch, Lingling grabbed me and asked: "Now that I'm full, can you give me some advice?"
Leng Yu and the others pricked up their ears and listened to me quietly: "Your article "Ghost in the Back Alley" is very well written, but it lacks some real emotions and due logic. Think about it, if you didn't have any
When you encounter a ghost, do you think of running away or fighting with him immediately? But you don’t think so. You wrote that the protagonist chatted with the ghost and added him on WeChat. This is obviously illogical.
Bar."
Hearing the happy words, Outie couldn't help but smile, and Lingling rolled his eyes. He hurriedly explained: "Did I sneeze at an inappropriate time? I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Leng Yu and others tried hard to hold back their laughter, but Lingling said dejectedly: "Then I haven't experienced that kind of life, so of course it won't be so real when I write about it."
"It's okay. Just like courage, these can all be developed."
I comforted: "Lingling, I think your article lacks a kind of imagination, an imagination that breaks through the cage. I have done some work in the literary club before, and this imagination is not out of thin air, but
It is a breakthrough and creation based on a certain logic..."
Lingling listened very carefully, recorded everything I said, and then listened to me: "The collection of themes is also very important, such as your article "The Horror of the Shenzhen-Guangzhou Train"..."
After chatting for a while, I looked at the time and said to Ling'er with some embarrassment: "It's getting late, I also want to go back and take a rest."
Seeing that I was about to leave, Lingling seemed a little disappointed: "I saw that we are so in love, and I wanted to take you to the orphanage to see the children."
"Orphanage?" I was startled: "I have to say, this domineering princess is quite caring."
I touched my nose and said, "I don't have anything to do in the afternoon. I might as well go see the children."
But I soon felt that something was wrong. Oops, I agreed too quickly! According to the screenwriter's arrangement, going to the orphanage at this time will definitely be bad! Oops, it's really difficult for a hero to be a beauty.
Others are heroes and have a hard time being a beauty, but I have to add the word "big" to praise myself, because this is me, a different kind of fireworks.
"Everything happens for a reason, and there must be a monster. Even if I feel there is danger, I have to go. Who told me to make such a righteous declaration when I became a disciple!?" I thought of what happened that day, and suddenly I didn't feel so timid anymore.
Seeing that I had promised her, Lingling was filled with joy and shouted loudly: "Leng Yu, do you want to go to the orphanage and see those children?"
Hearing the word "orphanage", Shi Zhu and the others' hearts trembled, and they said in unison: "Leng Yu, I have an ominous premonition, can we not go?"