[ABO] Mr. Zhou, something is wrong with you

I don't know how long I was tired and kissed how many times this morning, and the alpha at home finally went out half an hour later with a happy face.

The defense also went very smoothly.The main reason is that the mentors knew what kind of virtue he was, so they didn't ask him many questions, and let him pass easily.

Once he passed, he didn't bother to wait for the other students to read the papers, so he went to the toilet and ran away with an excuse. The papers were brought back by his roommate.

On the way back, he stopped by and picked up his son. The kindergarten teacher also couldn't help him, a father who didn't care about education, and always took the child to leave early.

The other children saw that Song Yun was able to go home early, and they were all very envious, and it was even more difficult to manage. They pestered the teacher every day to ask why Song Yun could go home.

The teacher had a headache, so he called Pei Yu after school and shared with him the glorious and tall image of Xiao Zhou's father in the kindergarten: "Yesterday, I asked the children to talk about their father, and five of them said they hoped that their father would Dad can learn from Song Yun's father, because he can leave as soon as he wants to make a phone call, and he will not be scolded and praised even if he fights."

Pei Yu: This...

Pei Yu hung up the phone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and planned to talk to him about this issue when he went back.

He's in a taxi now, going out for a meal tonight.

"Meet the writer?" Zhou Zerui went crazy when he heard these three words.

Pei Yu said: "This time it's true, the editor is next to me, and I will come back after dinner at night."

"Really?" Zhou Zerui was still worried, "Then you come out and call me... no, I'll call you every hour, you have to answer, if you can't answer, go to the bathroom and call me back, within 5 minutes Neha."

After Song Jiaming's incident, he was terrified.

Knowing that he was worried, Pei Yu agreed.

At the dinner table, there were a few acquaintances who had met in the publishing house and met once, but they were not considered acquaintances.

When he saw it, it seemed that the president and editor-in-chief were here tonight.

This writer's ostentation is also a little too big.

Before the author came, the editor introduced them to each other. There were a few plates of appetizers on the table, and there was a big empty seat in the middle of the round table. The president sat next to that empty seat. They were like waiting for the emperor to come in North Korea-like.A little girl next to him was the editor's assistant, and secretly asked him what kind of background this person was.

How could he know.The author named Wan Wu has no real-name public information, and the only thing that can be found on the Internet is his last book, "The Second Half of the Five Sons", which Pei Yu has never read.

The only one who knows who he is is the editor-in-chief.

The footsteps of the visitors are loud, vigorous and powerful, and they look fifty or sixty years old, but their faces are radiant.

When Pei Yu saw him, she was stunned.

With no hair on the top of his head, and a bald head, he shook hands with the president and editor-in-chief and sat down generously. The laughter was really hearty and powerful.

After Pei Yu shook hands with him, he fidgeted all night like nails growing on the stool. Hearing the boss's exaggerated praise, the translators all smiled and thanked him, and didn't say much.

It's obvious that the president wants to build relationships, and they are odd workers, and they don't belong to the publishing house, so they won't interrupt without mentioning it.

It wasn't until his phone vibrated in his pocket that he signaled to go to the bathroom.He walked to the balcony of the hotel, and when the night wind blew, his head became cold, and he felt even more unreal.

Called back, Zhou Zerui answered immediately: "It's all right."

Pei Yu took a deep breath: "I have something to do."

Zhou Zerui suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong? What happened!"

Pei Yu organized his words: "Zhou Zerui... I think... I saw your father."

Xiao Zhou, who was about to go out while holding the key, was stunned for a moment, with a question mark on his forehead: "What did you say?"

"Sitting diagonally across from me, he poured me two glasses of wine."

Xiao Zhou still didn't understand.

"Don't you know your father writes books?" How could Pei Yu dare to believe that such a bizarre thing happened to him.

"I don't know." Zhou Zerui was still puzzled, "My dad failed the exam since he was a child, he's just a rough guy, how can he write any books, what's wrong?"

Pei Yu sighed: "Forget it, I'll go back and tell you, it's all right."

That is to say, on a whim, he wanted to know what Zhou Zerui's father, a prominent real estate tycoon, looked like, and searched for Zhou Huashan's photo.

When he saw the bald head that was completely different from the photo today, he was taken aback for a moment, but he still recognized it.

He was even more conflicted. If he didn't say anything today, didn't say hello, and recognized him when he met later, he might be embarrassed.

He had never thought about this kind of interpersonal relationship before, just for Zhou Zerui.

But he is really inexperienced.

He thought he was here today to chat about books, but he didn't expect it to turn into this situation.

After the meal, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, Zhou Zerui's father's hearty laughter really shook the ceiling.

The dinner was over, and he didn't take the initiative to say a word. His father chatted with the editor-in-chief very happily, almost boasting each other to the sky, and the others couldn't get in the way.

In fact, people with Zhou Huashan's status don't need to go to their publishing house at all. Pei Yu listened to it all night, and he can probably feel that his father likes scholars very much.And it comes from the heart.So I didn't think that I was superior to others. On the contrary, sometimes the humble appearance can startle the president, as if the elders want to salute him.

At the end, a group of them watched Zhou Huashan get into the car, but he still didn't find a chance.

In the car, Zhou Huashan drank a bottle of white by himself, nothing happened, and said: "It's really interesting to chat with this group of scholars."

Xiao Fang was driving the car: "Mr. Zhou, I think there's someone there who looks familiar just now."

"Who?"

"When I ran to the Birch Manor for you, I always passed a kindergarten. The third young master often appeared there. I just paid attention to it. It seems that I have met there a few times, but I feel a little familiar."

"Familiar, hey, that brat's eyes, what kind of scholars can he fall in love with, if he really likes a serious one, I will match him up, look at his unscrupulous appearance, he is in a relationship and even goes to court. And in the room, what are the walls hanging on? Which of the women in the room doesn't show their breasts? He would be doing me a favor if he didn't find a slut."

Xiao Fang tried not to laugh.

When Pei Yu returned home, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Zhou Zerui hurried up to meet him and asked him what happened.

Pei Yu gave him a brief introduction, and found that Zhou Zerui's key question was: "Is my dad really good at writing books?"

"Does your family really not know?"

"...I don't know." Zhou Zerui said, "Anyway, I don't know."

Pei Yu: ...

"I really don't know. You know the relationship between me and my dad. I don't often stay at home. I can't say a few words. My brother and sister don't know..."

"Then why is your father called Wan Wu?"

Xiao Zhou: "I don't know."

"Your dad never mentioned anything written in the book?"

Xiao Zhou: "I don't know, I forgot if I mentioned it, I have a good memory."

Pei Yu was really speechless, took the "Five Sons' Front Body" and smashed it on the face, lying on the bed thinking about what to do now.

I have missed the best time to say hello to my future father.