Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

The little princess of the Song family wants to publish a book, and countless people want to support her with a lot of resources. There are the best publishing houses, the best editing channels, and the best teacher guidance. She wants to write better than Su Wen, and more literary than Su Wen.

snort! Compared with hers, Su Wen's writings are all shitty things, so vulgar and unrefined.

For this reason, Song Zishan showed Su Wen's book to the professors of the Faculty of Arts, and was criticized by the teachers, which made her feel much better.

Lu Jianan carefully checked the printing quality, it was very beautiful, and there were many recommendations from literary experts.

"You wrote prose, oops! I like this." Lu Jianan's eyes glowed, and he praised: "Zi Shan, your writing style is really good, you really deserve to be a talented woman, I knew that if you didn't write, you must write very well of."

"Then do you think I have a chance to win this year's Hundred Flowers Literature Award?"

Lu Jianan was taken aback, concealed his surprise, and said seriously: "I'm afraid it will be too late for the New Year's Day release, if you can release it now, it will definitely be possible."

"Okay, then I'll let people start the sale tomorrow." Song Zishan immediately made a decision. Anyway, as long as she wants to, someone who works overtime overnight will definitely meet her requirements.

"OK."

This time Lu Jianan didn't express any other opinions, just like Zishan said, he didn't understand her energy thoroughly enough. It is impossible for ordinary people, but it is easy for the little princess of the Song family.

She wants to write books and write the most wonderful books.

She wants to sell it immediately and it can be released immediately.

She wanted to win the highest honor, the Hundred Flowers Literature Award, so she would definitely be the winner.

These are unquestionable, there is no process, no reason, and no need to consider external factors, all people have to give in to her.

"Thank you Jianan." Song Zishan smiled brightly and said movedly: "Now I only have you as my best friend, and you are the only one who can tell the truth to me. My most authentic side, my most embarrassing side You're all involved."

Including the side where she suffered great humiliation in the provincial capital.

Lu Jianan exaggeratedly shook her goose bumps, and joked: "Zi Shan, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so disgusting? We are good friends. I don't agree with you saying that. You have so many friends. Be careful that other people will be jealous if they hear it. of."

Does the little princess of the Song family want any friends?

"You don't know, my cousin brought back a wild girl from somewhere, and now everyone is hurting the wild girl, and I will fall out of favor at home." Song Zishan said half-truthfully.

"You're talking about cousin Jingxian's daughter, Xiaoya?" Because of his good relationship with Song Zishan and his quiet personality, Lu Jianan is also very popular with the elders, so he often visits Song's house.

The married eldest sister of the Song family also came back because her husband was transferred back to the capital because of his work, and brought a daughter back. The girl Lu Jianan had met several times, she was very smart, lively and cute, and she liked her sweet little mouth.

But it is impossible to say that he can compare with Song Zishan.

"It's her." The situation inside was a bit complicated. Song Jingxian didn't say anything when she returned home, but anyone with long eyes could tell that something was wrong.

"Haha... Zishan, you will be jealous too, and I will call you auntie!"

Song Zishan squeezed the palm of her hand, pinching her beautifully manicured nails on the palm of her hand, restraining herself from speaking out what was in her heart. If you really want to say it, it seems that she is too stingy. Just like Lu Jianan said, the wild girl is just a bastard, and she is no better than her when it comes to flattering.

Why should she care about a bastard.