Chapter 863 Cousin (87)

Bai Weiwei was sitting on the carriage, and a fine horse followed beside her.

"Miss Bai, the Youhu Pavilion I mentioned is not far ahead."

The carriage was shaking, a slender white hand rested lightly on the curtain of the carriage and opened half of it.

Bai Weiwei smiled and probed, "Mr. Lao Ping sent me this trip."

Ping Linqing was in his thirties, with a gentle and elegant appearance. He said with a trace of admiration in his eyes, "No, you and I have common hobbies, and we also love an author. We are close friends."

Bai Weiwei nodded, "Yes, I especially like the work of "Little Xianggong Don't Run, Monks and Priests Love You" which is madly in love with a melon."

Ping Linqing's gentle expression also became agitated, "My friend, this article is simply his most classic work. It is full of lingering sentimentality, touching songs and tears, ahem."

Ping Linqing remembered that he was outside, and immediately suppressed the excitement of meeting his confidant.

Bai Weiwei quickly agreed, "Yes, you and I see the same thing."

Then the old driver Bai and the wretched uncle Ping showed the same knowing smile.

Bai Weiwei returned to the carriage.

The system finally held its head, "So, is this an ancient fan meeting?"

Bai Weiwei spread her hands, "Otherwise, where can I find a man I know well?"

This kind of society has too many rules and regulations for women, and she has no chance to meet other men at all.

I can't even recognize it.

Especially after marrying Qi Chimu, the man stared at her like he stared at his family's treasure.

Don't let her show it at all.

She wants to find someone to pretend to elope with. Is there anything more familiar than a fan meeting a fan with a wretched smile?

And still go to meet the author together.

For the fans, that was simply an explosion-level super good thing.

System: "Why do I feel that you just want to see that weird author?"

Bai Weiwei is wretched: "Hey, how come, am I such a wretch?"

System: You are, don't be humble, you will be beaten if you are humble.

As soon as you arrive at the Youhu Pavilion.

Bai Weiwei and Ping Linqing walked side by side.

A noble gentleman in white clothes.

A pretty woman in a lotus color dress.

Standing together is a surprisingly good pair.

The scenery of Youhu Pavilion is good, the lake is covered with snow, and the lake is clear and not frozen.

The branches and leaves of the residual lotus are exposed on the lake, which has a special flavor.

Ping Linqing said: "We are the first readers to find here. Thinking of meeting the author I admire, my heart is like a deer in March, thumping non-stop."

Bai Weiwei: "I'm more than just a deer, I wish I could turn into the ink in that book, just to touch his writing hand."

Ping Linqing's smile changed, "I want to become his chair, let him sit on me and write that beautiful chapter."

How can a hardcore fan lose.

Bai Weiwei snorted coldly: "I want to be his eyes, the first time I see that lingering text."

When it comes to defending one's life, whoever loves me first will go second.

The faces of both readers were wrong.

Because I love the same author, I feel like a rival in love.

The air crackled with the smell of gunpowder, and they stared at each other.

The first autograph later will be her (his) one.

Whoever comes to snatch it is a sworn enemy.

"Snapped."

A teacup fell heavily on the table and broke.

He stared coldly at the man and woman in the distance, how much he liked each other, and how long he had been looking at each other.