Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

   Chapter 863 Cousin (87)

  Bai Weiwei sat in the carriage, and a fine horse followed.

   "Miss Bai, the Yuhu 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 is in his thirties, with a gentle and elegant appearance. With a trace of admiration in his eyes, he said: "No, you and I have the same 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, Monk and Taoist Priest Love You" which is in love with a melon."

  Ping Linqing's gentle expression also became agitated, "My friend, this article is simply his most classic work. It's lingering and pathetic. It's evocative, ahem."

  Ping Lin Qing remembered that he was outside, and immediately suppressed the excitement of meeting a 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 understanding smile.

  Bai Weiwei returned to the carriage.

  The system finally held its head, "So, is this the ancient fan club?"

  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.

   Even if you meet them, you will not recognize them.

  Especially after marrying Qi Chimu, that 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 fans meeting fans with wretched eyes and smiles?

   And still go to meet the author together.

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

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

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

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

  As soon as you arrive at Youhu Pavilion.

  Bai Weiwei and Ping Linqing walked side by side.

  A nobleman in white clothes.

  A beautiful woman in a lotus color dress.

   Standing together is an amazing 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 still 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 gorgeous chapter."

  How can die-hard fans lose?

  Bai Weiwei snorted coldly: "I want to become 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 are 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 signature will be her (his) one.

   Whoever comes to rob is the sworn enemy.

"Snapped."

  A teacup was placed 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.

  (end of this chapter)