The vest boss, she is beautiful and sassy

Jiang Xuan had calculated everything, even the other two books. Not surprisingly, the Rookie Award will definitely be hers!

I never expected to be cut off by this "Floating Life Notes".

Qi Zi's face was flushed and she looked even angrier than Jiang Xuan herself.

"Xuanxuan, what's going on! How could it not be you? Did they operate in secret and take away the honor that belongs to you?"

Jiang Xuan ignored Qi Zi. She didn't know whether Fu Sheng's notes were behind closed doors, but she did it, but the result was unexpected.

In fact, compared to Jiang Xuan's surprise and anger, there were two groups of people whose emotions also fluctuated violently.

On the one hand, the program team, especially the host on stage, was sweating profusely.

Because the director's voice came from the earphones he was wearing, usually an emergency situation occurred.

Having been a host for so many years, he had never dealt with any stage accident. Originally, he was confident that he could handle it. But he never guessed that the winner himself was not present.

And the reason for not showing up was not because he had something to do or something else, but because the staff in charge didn't invite him at all? ? ?

Are you kidding?

At this moment, a young guy was being scolded.

"What are you doing? Haven't you been asked to notify the authors of all the nominated works one by one?"

"I, I thought this book wouldn't..."

"Is this something you can decide? These are decided by the judges and netizens who vote for them. What qualifications do you have to look down on others!"

The host heard this, and the director told him to lie that the author of the award-winning work was unable to attend because of something else, and that someone else would take over on his behalf.

And the person who collects it on behalf of them is naturally the staff they arranged.

Jiang Xuan's hand hidden by her side clenched into a fist. She wanted to see who had stolen her prize.

However, the host immediately announced that the author of "Notes on a Floating Life" was unable to attend due to something else. A male staff member received the award and delivered a speech of thanks.

On the other hand, the author in the audience was more shocked than the host on the stage.

When he read "Notes on a Floating Life", Luo Xingwei didn't feel much at all.

When the host read that the author's pen name was Xunfeng, Luo Xing's slightly agitated head suddenly sobered up?

Um? Repeat the name!

Then when the host explained the main contents of "Notes on a Floating Life", Luo Xingwei couldn't sit still at all.

No, when did the collection of stories on her own forum get a fancy name, "Notes on a Floating Life"?

Forget it. When did she get nominated and win?

Forget it. She is here herself, and no one informed her. When did she become a certain author who couldn't come because of something else?

Forget it. When did she change her gender to male?

Is that how you play? Quite something.

Lu Jianing on the side noticed Luo Xingwei's change, "Daughter, are you interested in these awards?"

Although the contact time after the reunion was short, Lu Jianing still had some idea of ​​her precious daughter's temperament.

She is cold and calm, and calm when things happen, as if all difficulties can be easily resolved in front of her.

That's why Lu Jianing asked this question after seeing Luo Xingwei's unusual expression.

"It's not that I'm interested, it's just that I turned from a bystander to a participant inexplicably."

"Ah?" Lu Jianing didn't understand.

"Mom, the book that just won the award was written by me."

"Oh, you wrote it."

! ! ! ! ! ! !

"What? Then, that, what happened just now?"

Lu Jianing knew that her precious daughter would not lie, and she absolutely believed that as long as Weiwei was willing to write, she still had the ability to win an award or something.

Luo Xingwei blinked innocently, "I don't know, I didn't receive any award notification or invitation to the party. If I hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have known about it at all."

Naturally, everyone nearby heard what Luo Xingwei said, and Mo Shan was no exception.

She said excitedly: "Xingwei, do you mean to say that the "Floating Notes" just now was written by you?"

Luo Xingwei told the truth: "I didn't give it a name. It's a collection of stories I published on a forum."

"Yes! Everything is correct. Xingwei, have you received any information from Nanfeng Publishing House?"

Luo Xingwei understood after hearing this. It seemed that Aunt Mo did know about this, and the publishing house that invited her on the forum was also the one where Aunt Mo recently joined.

"Yes." Luo Xingwei pulled out the forum's backend interface and showed it to Mo Shan.

After Mo Shan confirmed, "It turns out that the person our boss asked me to fight for is you. This is really true."

When the topic changed, Mo Shan thought of something and asked again: "So Xingwei, you didn't reply because you don't want to cooperate with Nanfeng Publishing House?"

"Aunt Mo, let me be honest with you. In fact, I didn't plan to publish it at all. I only thought of it when you talked about Nanfeng today. I originally wanted to ask you after the party. of."

"I see, then Xingwei, you can consider it. If you have the idea of ​​publishing, Nanfeng will not let you down.

It’s not just because I’m in Nanfeng that I’m speaking for it. Our boss at Nanfeng appreciates what you wrote very much. If you cooperate with Nanfeng, at least he will never cheat you. "

Luo Xing nodded slightly and said he would think about it.

After the party, several people came out together.

No one noticed, but someone with malicious intentions secretly took a photo.

Qiao Nian originally wanted to invite Luo Xingwei and the others to have dinner together, but as he got older, he still couldn't bear the fatigue of his body, so he could only wait for the next opportunity.

Luo Xingwei, Lu Jianing and Mo Shan went to a nearby restaurant together.

In the box, Mo Shan finally poured out the words she had been suppressing since she learned that Luo Xingwei was Xunfeng.

In the end, Luo Xingwei and Mo Shan agreed to go to Nanfeng Publishing House the next day to discuss specific publishing matters.

During the dinner, Luo Xingwei finally received a message from the Writers Association, telling her that she had won the award and asking her to receive the medal and honor.

That night, a room on the second floor of Jiang's house was brightly lit.

Jiang Xuan came out of the secret cabinet of the wardrobe. The tail of her pure white skirt was stained with a bit of blood, which seemed to be the color of some liquid.

She asked the servant to bring a bottle of red wine. The maid poured him wine thoughtfully before exiting the room.

The red liquid was shaking in the goblet, and the girl was sitting in front of the window sill.

The white fingers held the wine glass, lifting it up to take a sip from time to time, but the nails seemed to be dyed bright red, which was incompatible with the green and white back of the hand.

There was a strange and evil dark light in his calm eyes, and his pale complexion made him feel even more alienated.

Jiang Xuan looked up at the direction of the moon, thinking about today's party.

Xunfeng, the author of "Notes on a Floating Life", will definitely dig out this person's true identity.

All those who took away her light should go to hell.