"Xiaoya." Yang Fan greeted Wang Xiaoya before reaching the office door.
Although Wang Xiaoya has delicate facial features, her eyes are very lively and seem to be able to speak, and her lips are particularly sexy and charming.
But when put together, she can't be called a top beauty.
Like Liu Yueyue, every part of her face is at the pinnacle, and the combination makes it even more perfect.
Unfortunately, Wang Xiaoya didn't have that kind of luck.
Yang Fan thought about it and thought that maybe the proportions were not coordinated and balanced, which made Wang Xiaoya's overall appearance look less beautiful than individual parts.
"Brother Yang, dinner is over." Seeing Yang Fan coming back, Wang Xiaoya's dark eyes brightened.
"Yeah." Yang Fan opened the office door.
Although he went downstairs to eat, the door of his office was not locked.
Wang Xiaoya also knew that in broad daylight, except for the Finance Department, probably no office door would be locked.
But she would not open the door and wait for Yang Fan to come back just because she arrived early.
It's a matter of courtesy.
In the past, she didn't know much about manners and thought that since her uncle was not in the office, she could go in and wait first.
It turned out that the uncle was in the office, and there was also a woman inside.
So, she, who was still relatively young at the time, saw a scene that she would never forget.
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoya blushed slightly and followed Yang Fan into the office.
After entering, she couldn't help but look towards the window first.
The window faces the TV station's garden. It's lunch break time now, so there are probably not too many people here.
I remember that woman was leaning against the window looking at the scenery outside, with her upper body neatly dressed.
I am not that kind of person, at least I am more careful than that woman, Wang Xiaoya thought.
So she locked the door of Yang Fan's office.
Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Yang Fan was startled and turned around to ask, "Isn't this home?"
Wang Xiaoya was embarrassed to unlock the door again: "Oh, I forgot that this is not home. I am used to locking the door when I enter."
This guy is such a blockhead.
Such an obvious hint, but he didn't even know it.
Isn’t it said that when a man pursues a woman, it’s like a mountain between them, but when a woman pursues a man, it’s like a layer of gauze between them
Isn't this considered chasing men
Yang Fan went to get a disposable cup to get water for Wang Xiaoya, put it on the small coffee table, and then sat down.
Having an independent office makes working very comfortable.
Yang Fan bought himself a small coffee table, and when he was feeling lazy he would sit next to the tea tray and make some tea.
It's just that he doesn't have much time to be lazy, because there are a lot of things he wants to do and needs to do.
Self-discipline is a person's biggest enemy in life. How many people live a mediocre life just because they are lazy and cannot control their desire to play.
There are only a few geniuses in the world, very few.
But there are many successful people, which shows that diligence and hard work can lead to success.
"Drink some water. If you're not in a hurry, wait until I finish making this pot of tea, and then we can drink tea together." Yang Fan began to boil water and make tea.
When it comes to making tea, his skills are just average.
At least the tea he brewed himself tasted far inferior to that made by Aunt Thirteen.
Maybe it was a psychological effect, but anyway, seeing Aunt Thirteen in her bathing attire and cheongsam, sitting next to the tea tray, performing the 82 steps smoothly, with her every move, every smile and every frown attracting everyone's attention, Yang Fan felt a little drunk before he even took a sip of tea.
By the time you take the last sip of the sweet and mellow tea, you will be already intoxicated.
Thirteenth Aunt said that Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian played the music of mountains and flowing water, and the sound of the zither and the Chinese harp in harmony, and their performance of tea art together was a feast for the eyes and a breathtaking sight.
During the Chinese New Year, Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian performed their tea art to pay New Year's greetings to their great-grandmother.
My great-grandmother, who rarely praises others, praised them highly, saying that just watching the two sisters make tea was a great blessing, and that whether she could drink it or not was not important.
Being able to drink it is a blessing earned through several lifetimes.
"I'm fine with anything." Wang Xiaoya sat aside a little stiffly, picked up the water glass and took a small sip.
She is not thirsty.
But without drinking water, she didn't know what she could do or say.
When Yang Fan wants to talk, he will never lack topics. He said with some sadness: "Just now when I was having dinner, my colleagues from the Culture, Sports and Entertainment Channel laughed at me."
"Why are they laughing at you?" Wang Xiaoya asked curiously.
Yang Fan said: "They knew the ratings of the episode of Happy Dictionary last night, and then they happily treated me to a meal, saying that it was to make up for my loss, after all, my bonus was reduced again."
Before Wang Xiaoya could speak, Yang Fan said, "It's a pity that you've already had dinner, otherwise I wouldn't have been willing to have that meal with them. It's been almost two years since I graduated, and the income from working at the TV station is not even enough for the down payment on my apartment in Shancheng."
So miserable
Wang Xiaoya was not sure about Yang Fan’s specific income, but she thought it might be as he said. After all, it seemed like he had only been working at the TV station for less than half a year.
"I really regret not having a girlfriend in college. Now that I'm out in society, it's extremely difficult to have a love relationship that has nothing to do with material things and interests," Yang Fan sighed.
Wang Xiaoya nodded, agreeing with Yang Fan's words.
But she didn't say, "What do you think of me? Can I be your girlfriend?"
She just wanted him to be the man behind her for once, and enjoy the scenery of the garden downstairs together.
Boy friend
No, unless it is a relationship that is not aimed at marriage.
My ideal person can be an ordinary office worker who can make me happy and accompany me to see the wonders of the world.
But your future partner cannot be an ordinary office worker, nor does he have to be a powerful and wealthy person, but his family must be powerful and wealthy.
"You're a good person!" Yang Fan suddenly turned to look at Wang Xiaoya, his eyes full of gratitude: "You know how difficult it is for me and you came to comfort me. If I had a car and a house now, I would definitely pursue you."
Wang Xiaoya was startled.
It's so sudden.
If you go to satellite TV to be a program planner, your future is uncertain, so I might consider it.
But isn't it scary to come to a place like the Food Channel and say something like that
"Oh, haha, Brother Yang, I'm not as good as you think." Wang Xiaoya said with a smile: "I'm also a victim. I came to you just to encourage each other. There's a problem with the program, and I don't know who to talk to."
Yang Fan nodded, picked up the boiling water, poured it over the tea leaves, then poured out the tea and added water again.
Afterwards, he picked up a teacup with tweezers, placed it in front of Wang Xiaoya, and picked up the teapot to pour tea for her.
The spout of the teapot is facing the teacup, and the teapot is poured from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, and a cup of tea is filled.
"This kind of tea should be drunk while it's hot. The taste is fleeting. It will lose its flavor if it gets cold." Yang Fan also poured himself a cup, picked it up, put it to his lips and blew air.
Taking a sip, like tasting wine, Yang Fan savored the taste: "I once had a true love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. It was not until she arranged a blind date for me that I regretted it."
What a mess! Wang Xiaoya also picked up the teacup.
It seems that I still have to use alcohol to make him soft-spoken, and I can also use the excuse of being drunk so that no one needs to take responsibility and distance themselves from the matter.
It's hard to say that everyone is just playing around.