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    Danmei Painter x Male Channel Editor (24)

    Dia Hotel, brightly lit.

    Song Tingyu wore a slender burgundy dress and eight-centimeter high heels, looking elegant and composed.

    This banquet is for some authors and illustrators. Song Tingyu is not only an illustrator, but also a best-selling comic book author, so she has to deal with it.

    There were many people coming and going to toast. Although it was only champagne and red wine with a very low alcohol content, I was not a drinker. After a few glasses, my face turned red.

    Not only that, his mind was getting more and more drowsy, and he looked like he was drunk.

    She looked around and stared at a man.

    At this moment, the man also looked towards her.

    Eyes met unexpectedly.

    Zhou Jinyuan paused, the woman’s face was covered with red clouds, and her big black eyes were watery, as if she was wronged and waiting for him.

    As pitiful as a little pet.

    He was supposed to continue walking towards the front to socialize, but he just paused for a few seconds and walked over.

    “Drunk?” He frowned and looked at the champagne in her hand, somewhat disbelieving.

    Song Tingyu shook her head: “No.”

    There were some people standing next to her, many of whom knew Zhou Jinyuan, and they were also surprised.

    Although Song Tingyu replied, her answer did not reassure Zhou Jinyuan at all. He asked the bystanders standing around: “How much did she drink?”

    The people around me were dumbfounded: “Four or five cups.”

    Drinking is like drinking a drink. It is also because most people will not get drunk after drinking this champagne, so they dare to be unscrupulous.

    Unexpectedly, Song Tingyu became drunk.

    Zhou Jinyuan rubbed his forehead, took Song Tingyu’s hand, and led her to the bench where she was resting.

    The author under him walked over from the side and saw the two people acting intimately. He asked curiously: “Editor-in-Chief, what is this?”

    Zhou Jinyuan glanced at him and said, “She is the illustrator of your book, my girlfriend.”

    The first answer is pretty normal, but the second answer is a bit more about declaring ownership.

    It was also because he wanted to publish a book that the two of them met.This author can be said to be the matchmaker between the two of them.

    The man walked aside knowingly, but couldn’t help but look at him from the corner of his eye.

    Song Tingyu looked at Zhou Jinyuan with drunken eyes and said with a smile: “Papa.”

    Zhou Jinyuan’s body suddenly stiffened and he looked at her in disbelief.What did she just call him?

    dad?

    His eyes flashed, and he picked up the water on the side and put it to her mouth: “Drink some water.”

    “Thank you, Dad.” Song Tingyu smiled and followed his movements very obediently and drank the water.

    Zhou Jinyuan corrected her: “I’m not your father, I’m your boyfriend.”

    Song Tingyu looked up at him thoughtfully and shook her head: “It’s daddy.”

    The blush on her face became even more intense, as if her entire body was turning red.

    He was shaking his head, as if he would fall asleep immediately, but he still stubbornly refused to change the name.

    “Daddy, give me a hug.” Her little mouth opened in an arc, and her eyes were as watery as a deer’s.

    Zhou Jinyuan frowned and walked over to hold her hand up: “Let’s go home.”

    Song Tingyu’s rationality was only three points at the moment. She snorted twice and tilted her head to one side arrogantly: “I won’t go home without a hug.”

    She sat on the stool like a weight, refusing to let go, and said louder: “Hug.”

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