Quick Transmigration: Take on Scheming Boss

After the award ceremony, it's dinner time.

After decades of psychological construction, Qin yuan finally made up his mind. He walked towards Su Yao with a pen and paper in his hand.

"Mr. Su."

Su Yao looked up at him, "Mr. Qin, what can I do for you?"

I have a pen and paper in my hand. I'm not here to ask him for signature, am I?

Is Qin yuan a fan?

No, absolutely impossible. How can a person like Qin yuan read that type of novel? He must have thought too much.

Maybe Qin yuan came to help others to sign.

Qin yuan wanted to say that he was a fan, but when he got to his mouth, he couldn't say it, so he frowned.

"My sister is a fan of you. I'll get her an autograph."

Su Yao didn't doubt his words. After all, he was more willing to believe Qin Xue was his fan than Qin yuan was.

"So it is. Take it."

Qin yuan handed over the pen and paper.

Su Yao took over and quickly signed his pen name on the paper, "OK."

Qin yuan looked at it, then folded the paper with the signature and put it in his pocket.

That careful look, as if in the treatment of something very precious.

Su Yao couldn't help laughing.

Qin yuan looked at him, "what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing. I just suddenly think you're nice to your sister." Su Yao said.

Qin yuan just said "well", and there was no afterword.

If Qin Xue were here, she would be so excited that she would retort immediately.

What's good for her? It's obviously bad. She can't remember being scolded several times.

Su Yao did not know what to say, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Finally, it was a female writer who broke the awkward atmosphere. "Su Yao, how can you sit here and eat by yourself?"

"I'm not used to it."

"What's not used to? We are all authors of the same website, and we already know each other. Besides, a party like this needs a group of people to get together. You'd better eat with us, and we have a lot of questions to ask you. "

Su Yao wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of arousing their dissatisfaction, so he had to compromise, "OK, I'll go now."

But this just passed a few minutes, Su Yao regretted, and still very regretted.

He thought they were going to ask questions about writing, but he didn't think they were going to ask questions about emotion, and it was like checking household registration.

"Su Yao, now you have a girlfriend, are you still single?"

Su Yao

How can he answer that?

He doesn't have a girlfriend at all.

Damn, if he had known that, he shouldn't have said that before.

Now, it's over.

"Actually..."

As soon as Su Yao was ready to answer, suddenly someone interrupted him.

"Su Yao, what kind of girl do you like?"

"Su Yao, where do you live now? You make so much money every year that you have already bought a house and a car? "

"Su Yao..."

Su Yao

Help! Why do you come to an annual meeting of authors and be chased to ask such questions?

Is the place where there are girls really the gathering place of gossip?

He's really hard!

No, we have to find an excuse to go