The time agreed with the publisher was two days later. Compared to the initial excitement after learning the news, Song Yingwan was much calmer at this time.
The thank you was more calm, and the two of them had breakfast leisurely. Song Yingwan chose an apricot-colored suspender dress, and put on a thin cardigan outside, which can not only provide sun protection, but also not So exposed.
She was wearing semi-high-heeled sandals, and her fluffy braid fell in front of her body, making her look gentle and youthful.
Xie Ci raised his hand to brush the broken hair between her forehead, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, "She is very beautiful."
Hearing his words, Song Yingwan took a step back with a smile, spread her arms and pinched the hem of her skirt and turned it in a small circle, like a blooming flower, delicate and charming.
"My mother bought me this skirt last time. I never had a chance to wear it."
Xie took a step forward, and the distance between the two people became closer again, "Is there something missing?"
Song Yingwan glanced down subconsciously, but didn't see anything strange. She asked doubtfully, "What's missing?"
With a smile on his lips, Xie Ci suddenly raised Song Yingwan's chin with one hand and kissed her on the lips. He didn't stay too long, but sucked deeply when he was about to leave.
The pink lips became more rosy because of this action, and there was a light layer of water on them, as if they had applied good lipstick.
"It's more beautiful this way."
Song Yingwan's cheeks were slightly warm, and she put her fingers on his strong arms to stabilize her figure, but her eyes were a little brighter. Although she was still shy, she was now able to accept his gaze calmly.
She pursed her lips and said softly, "Have you packed up? We can't be late."
She thanked her with a smile in her voice, "Okay."
He had nothing to pack, but to show that he took the matter seriously, he changed his clothes.
However, in Song Yingwan's opinion, Xie Ci's appearance and temperament would look good even if he was wearing a sack.
According to the given address, they arrived at the publishing house on time, even twenty minutes early. The two of them were so fashionably dressed that they attracted the attention of most people as soon as they entered.
The person who came out to receive him was a young man, probably in his twenties, about the same age as Song Yingwan when he said goodbye. He had a baby face and seemed easy to get along with.
Everyone calls him Xiao Wang and his name is Wang Xin.
Why not call him Xiao Wang? Because he is the son of the president of the publishing house, so isn’t he just Xiao Wang?
However, Wang Xin did not put on airs just because of his status in the publishing house. He had eyes, a job, a job, and a good personality. Therefore, although he had not been here for a long time, he quickly became involved with everyone.
So everyone called him Xiao Wang, and Wang Xin was not angry, but happily accepted it.
Wang Xin looked at the two people who walked in and asked doubtfully, "Hello, what's the matter with you?"
Most of the people who usually come and go from the publishing house are in their thirties and ten years old, and there are also some who are older. There are already very few people like Wang Xin in the publishing house. Two young people with good looks suddenly appeared. With such a high price, everyone must have doubts in their minds.
Xie Ci said quietly, "We made an appointment two days ago to come here today to discuss things."
Wang Xin learned a little bit about everything in the publishing house and understood a little bit about everything, but it happened that he was responsible for things like arranging the time for meetings.
He thought carefully about it in his mind, and there was only one person he had an appointment with to discuss the matter today, and it was the minister who always mentioned the author Wanfeng before.
Wang Xin stared, looked around Xie Ci, and said in surprise, "Are you Wanfeng?!"
It's no wonder that he was so surprised. After Wang Xin came to the publishing house, he met mostly mature and steady authors, some of whom were young. However, there were always flaws in the language or emotion of the articles, so the minister saw " After Wanfeng's article, I guessed that the author was very powerful and might be in his thirties.
Age is not always directly proportional to strength, but a person's age often represents the accumulation of experience and experience. Only the accumulation of quantity will cause certain qualitative changes.
Xie Ci frowned slightly and said in a solemn voice, "No, it's..."
Wang Xin breathed a sigh of relief. He just said, how could Wanfeng be so young? This is not common sense!
But the next second I heard a deep and clear male voice ringing in my ears, "It's the person next to me, my wife, she is the author Wanfeng."
Wang Xingang was relieved again, his eyes were even wider than before, he looked at Song Yingwan and said in disbelief, "Are you really Wanfeng?"
Song Yingwan couldn't help but laugh when she saw his appearance, "Yeah, what? It doesn't look like it?"
Wang Xin stretched out his hand to caress his chest and said hesitantly, "How should I put it? I really didn't expect you... to be so young..."
Then he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "But that's not important. Our minister has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in."
Song Yingwan nodded slightly, followed Wang Xin in with her words of thanks.
Wang Xin took them to the minister's office. As soon as Song Yingwan entered the door, she saw a man in his fifties sitting at his desk, writing something with a pen.
Wang Xin said loudly, "Minister, the person you are waiting for has arrived."
The man didn't raise his head and just said calmly, "Wang Xin, didn't I tell you to knock before coming in?"
Wang Xin glanced at Song Yingwan in embarrassment as he thanked her, but said without fear or nervousness, "I forgot, minister, I will pay attention next time."
"My ears are about to get calluses when I hear your words!" He raised his head and scolded again.
At this time, he stood up and walked over. He was surprised for a moment when he saw two people standing behind Wang Xin. Then he stretched out a hand towards Song Yingwan and said with a smile, "You must be Wanfeng, right?"
Song Yingwan nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to hold it, and separated after two seconds, "It's me."
Wang Xin was shocked again when he saw this scene. This is awesome, my uncle!
Why didn't he see it just now?
The minister looked at the thank you again, "Who is this?"
Song Yingwan tilted her head slightly, "This is my husband, he came with me today."
The minister nodded clearly, and then said, "Let's sit down and talk, Xiao Wang, go make a pot of tea."
"right away!"
Of course Wang Xin is happy to stay here and listen to the gossip. He is now very curious about Wanfeng.
After a few people sat down, the minister started to get down to the topic without taking the lead, and said casually, "I didn't expect Wanfeng to be so young and get married so early."
Judging from his many years of experience, these two people will definitely make a difference in the future.
Especially the young man next to him, although he had not spoken much since he came in and seemed to have left the home court to Song Yingwan, but his bearing and cultivation were not something ordinary families could cultivate.
