C218 Are you the one who wrote the book he shuhao

"Let me through." The Jiang's Mother did not even raise his head as he looked at the carriage and said calmly.

The security guards didn't know what was going on either.

A few minutes ago, the young lady was driving a car with tears in her eyes.

Then he saw his wife driving away.

There was no helping it, he was just a little security guard, so he just had to do what the owner said.

"Little Wang, where's Madam?" Nanny Wang chased him all the way to the security room door, but he did not see his wife's car.

"Nanny Wang, you aren't leaving are you?" The security guard called Little Wang was somewhat dumbfounded.

What was going on with the Jiang family today?

One or two.

Even the steward of the Jiang family was leaving?

"What about your wife?" Nanny Wang stopped and gasped for air as he asked.

"Madame has already left. She just drove away."

"I'm still curious why the young mistress has also left today."

"Nanny Wang, don't tell me you also want to ~ ~"

"Alright, you should be on duty." When Little Wang heard the Nanny Wang's words, she knew that the Jiang family wasn't in a peaceful place again.

He didn't know who was at odds with whom, since they were leaving one or two at a time.

After Chen Xi drove the car out of Jiang Mochuan's house, he found himself feeling quite miserable.

He didn't know where to go at this time either.

Wen Mengyang would definitely be filming in the filming crew.

He had told Chen Kunlong that Chen Yi and Tian Fangping had been with him recently, and he went back with tears streaming down his face: If Chen Kunlong saw them, he would probably be worried.

As for Zhang Ruolan, Chen Xi didn't want to let Zhang Ruolan know that he was crying either. It was not because he was on guard against Zhang Ruolan, but because Chen Xi didn't want to let him know that he was crying.

Zhang Ruolan was a very lively and cheerful girl, so it was natural that Chen Xi would feel embarrassed to bring his negative energy emotions to Zhang Ruolan.

Jiang Mochuan did not want to go to his company either.

Chen Xi did not want Jiang Mochuan to know what had happened today. Although he knew that paper could not wrap fire, Jiang Mochuan would still find out that he had left sooner or later.

But Chen Xi did not want to find Jiang Mochuan.

Sitting in the car, Chen Xi suddenly wanted to laugh. He himself didn't know how terrible he was doing: he didn't even have a place to go.

After thinking about it, Chen Xi decided to drive to a private book shop. Inside, he could drink coffee and read at the same time: a very comfortable place.

"Hello, help me get a card." Chen Xi took out his bank card and handed it over to the front desk.

This place was really suitable for people who were in a bad mood to come.

Every drinking place was separated by a small bag and a small room. Even if Chen Xi wanted to cry inside, he could cry freely and without worry.

After thinking about it, Chen Xi still decided to make a card. He might be able to use it in the future.

After dealing with the card, Chen Xi looked for the book he wanted to read in the huge library: "I'm sorry, I picked up this book first."

He had finally found the book he wanted to read, but it had been taken away by an unfamiliar hoof.

Chen Xi was not very emotional to begin with, but seeing that the book he picked up was taken by someone else, Chen Xi opened his mouth to take back the book.

"Oh?"

"I thought whoever got it first got it." The one who spoke was a man, and his body emitted a strong scent of books.

Chen Xi guessed that he was most likely a scholar who came up with books.

"Didn't you see that I was about to reach out for it?"

"You were one step ahead of me."

"I don't care. You have to give me this book today." Chen Xi said somewhat haughtily.

"That won't do. I said it already, I think whoever gets it first gets it."

"If you would like to see it, please do so as early as possible next time." As he spoke, the man waved the book in his hand before turning around and entering the coffee shop.

"Wa woo woo woo ~ ~ ~ Everyone wants to oppose me."

"I didn't do anything wrong, everyone likes to go against me." Chen Xi was taken away by a stranger because of a book that he wanted to read. That stranger still couldn't understand him.

Chen Xi felt that he had been wronged, and walked into the coffee shop alone. After ordering a cup of coffee, he sat in the room and cried.

Chen Xi didn't know what was going on with him today either.

It was as if his emotions were abnormally fragile.

"Ah ~ I'll give it to you."

"I didn't expect you to cry over a book."

"If I had known earlier, I would have given it to you." The door to Chen Xi's room was suddenly opened, and Chen Xi himself sprawled on the table, not noticing anything at all.

Chen Xi raised his head and looked at the man sitting opposite him, knowing that it was as if a book had been tossed down from above his head.

"Take it away, I don't care."

"All men are hog's hooves."

"None of them have any good intentions." Chen Xi pushed the book back in front of the man.

"Look at you, are you crying because of what you suffered?"

"It's not because of a book, is it?" The man looked at Chen Xi, who was crying so hard that tears could be seen on his eyelashes.

"How do you know?" Chen Xi then carefully looked at the man's appearance.

Needless to say, her looks were not one bit inferior to Jiang Mochuan's.

But he and Jiang Mochuan were completely different types of people.

"You said it yourself." Hearing Chen Xi's question, the man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She was just crying and said that everyone had to go against her, but now she was asking how he knew that she wasn't crying because of a book.

"…"

"You can leave. I want to be alone." Chen Xi stayed silent for a while, before opening his mouth to urge the man to leave.

"Let's get to know each other. My name is He Shuhao." The man had no intentions to leave at all. He sat back down on the sofa and took the initiative to introduce himself to Chen Xi.

"Chen Xi." Chen Xi looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and then extended his hand out to shake hands with the man.

"Wait ~ He Shuhao?"

"The author who specializes in urban storytelling?" Chen Xi realised that the man in front of him had the exact same name as his favorite author.

"You only recognize me now?" He Shuhao helplessly pushed the glasses on his nose.

"Are you really He Shuhao?"

"You don't know, I like your novels very much." Chen Xi was wild with joy.

He didn't expect his luck to be so good.

Although a writer cries out whenever he cries.

"Otherwise, which He Shuhao do you think would come to the bookstore?" He Shuhao rolled his eyes, suddenly realizing that the little lady in front of him had a temper that disappeared as quickly as it came.

Just a second ago, he was still crying, but the next second, he was so happy that he seemed like a fool after knowing who he was — Oh, no, child.

"You know, I love reading your novels." Chen Xi said while looking at He Shuhao with excitement.