The Max Level Boss is Too Cruel

Chapter 211: Little Ancestor, have you arrived?

“Little ancestor, are you here?”

Hutterfly is Feng Ling's editor. I have never seen Feng Ling in person before, so I don't know what Feng Ling looks like.

But she had heard Feng Ling's voice, which sounded very nice, so Butterfly thought that this Eleven would not be too bad anyway.

  In any case, their writers don’t really require good looks, as long as they can make a living and be seen.

"arrive."

 Feng Ling parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car.

“You send me the location and I’ll find you.” Feng Ling said.

Hutterfly nodded, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll send it now."

After getting the location of the butterfly, Feng Ling raised her feet and walked in the direction of the butterfly.

Hutterfly is a pretty pretty girl.

When Feng Ling walked in front of her, Butterfly was still looking around, probably looking for her, but Feng Ling was a little confused. She was already standing in front of her. Shouldn't she be surprised?

Don’t you doubt that she is Eleven?

As soon as Feng Ling finished this thought, she heard the woman in front of her ask, "Kid, who are you looking for?"

 Feng Ling: “…Looking for you…”

 “Look for me?” Obviously, Butterfly was still a little confused.

Feng Ling: "..." Is there something wrong with her editor's brain?

Should she suggest that she go to the FL Institute to have her brain examined?

 After all, they still take care of brain business.

 “I am Eleven.”

“…” Butterfly was stunned for a while, and then roared to the sky, “Fuck you!”

 Feng Ling: "..." Sure enough, there is something wrong with my brain.

"Are you really Eleven?" Butterfly no longer cares about his own image. He grabbed Feng Ling's hand and began to look at the face, as if he was afraid that Feng Ling would run away. "They are all saying that Eleven is a fat head and big ears." Middle-aged greasy man, I said no, Shi Yi is a woman, but you are so beautiful!"

With this face, what the **** is the author doing?

 Go to the entertainment industry! !

 Is it okay to be worth hundreds of millions? ! !

Hutterfly suddenly felt that it was a pity for Feng Ling to be the author.

Feng Ling: "...Listen to what you mean, you thought I was a middle-aged greasy woman with a fat head and big ears before?"

Butterfly: "...hehe...how...how could it be? I'm your editor, how could I think bad things about you? It's simply too tasteless, okay?!"

 Feng Ling: “…” But I think that’s how you feel.

Without caring about the butterfly anymore, Feng Ling said, "Is this the place where the activity is?"

 “Yes!” Butterfly nodded.

 Then he saw Feng Ling stretching out a hand, "Where's the thing you promised me?"

Butterfly: Money-obsessed! !

　　It’s really money-losing! !

"Here you go!" Butterfly took a deep breath and took out a bank card from his pocket and gave it to Feng Ling, "Can you go to the event with me now?"

"Okay." Feng Ling glanced at the bank card, then put it into his pocket with satisfaction.

“I can tell you that there are many fans of your book coming to this event. We originally planned to let you enter wearing a mask, but now..."

"Have you prepared the masks?" Feng Ling captured their information.

 Then, before the butterfly could react, he stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Give it to me."

Butterfly: "..." Actually, you look so good, you don't need to wear it.

It's a pity that Butterfly didn't know that Feng Ling didn't want to show up too much at this time. After all, her vest had already exploded too much. If it exploded again, there would be nothing left.

 “Eleven is coming!!”

“That’s Eleven? She looks good!!”

 “It’s so small that it feels like a child.”

“What are you talking about? How could a child write such a good article?

If she were a child, I would swallow the earth! ! "

 “Forget about the earth, maybe we can solve the problem of global warming!”

 (End of this chapter)