Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 63: how come

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Gu Zhuoyan did make an appointment with Wen Lin.

At the celebration banquet, Wen Dong personally opened his mouth. Since he agreed, he must do it, so he called Wen Lin before the banquet was over, and the appointment happened to be tomorrow night.

After saying this, the phone fell silent for a negligible second, and then Zhuang Fan said with a smile: "That's it, I will make sure that Xiao Wen gets off work on time tomorrow, don't worry."

Gu Zhuoyan didn't have any worries, and didn't even consider whether the other party would work overtime, but he said "um" and said, "Okay, then I'm relieved."

After the call ended, he stood by the window in the entrance hall for a moment, and then saved Zhuang Fanxin's number into the address book. When he returned to the restaurant, the scraps had been taken away, and the others looked at him, wondering if it was the call just now, or whether they were waiting to continue the previous topic.

Gu Zhuoyan ignored it, and didn't let his parents know anything about Zhuang Fanxin, otherwise he would nag. Gu Baoyan couldn't do better. When Zhuang Fanxin immigrated to the United States, the little girl was as sad as Baochuan, the queen of Meng Jiang. When she grew up, she understood, but the stimulation was even greater. For a long time, Gu Zhuoyan's eyes were extremely complicated.

"Dad," Gu Zhuoyan said aside, "how is this trip?"

Gu Shibo was on a business trip for nearly a month. He first listened to the research conference in Hainan, and then went to Hong Kong for office work. He got up from the table and said, "Let's go to the study and talk."

Gu Zhuoyan cut off the root of his previous words, went into the study, and conducted legislative research on the Hainan Free Trade Port Law. He listened to Gu Shibo talking about policy changes for an afternoon.

After hanging up the call, Zhuang Fanxin was lying on the hotel bed, wondering if Gu Zhuoyan's words were true or false.

Could it be that he didn't make an appointment with Wen Lin, was lying to him, but just didn't want to accept his invitation? It's still a real appointment, then... After such a long lapse, you must have met the first time. Does the second appointment mean that you are getting along with each other

Physiologically, Zhuang Fan's brain tightened as he pondered, and psychologically, he thought that the delusions behind his back were very obscene, but some things, some people, just couldn't be restrained and restrained.

This Sunday afternoon became torturous. Zhuang Fanxin forced himself to find something to do. He took out his mobile phone and texted the real estate agent who was waiting for him 24 hours a day: "Are you there, see the house."

It was another rush, and the soles of his feet were blistered. Zhuang Fan’s heart wandered between the living areas of the third, fourth and fifth rings. He missed the apartment in London and the big house in Los Angeles. In the depths of his mind, he most wanted the old alley in Rongcheng. That little two-story villa.

Returning to the hotel late at night, Zhuang Fanxin checked his mailbox before going to bed. Director Wang of the Advertising Department sent him an interview draft, which was the subject of the magazine interview tomorrow.

Zhuang Fan didn't take a closer look and fell asleep with his head covered.

The next morning, Zhuang Fanxin clocked in on time. When he entered the elevator, he saw Wen Lin, who was carrying the coffee he bought for him, and said enthusiastically, "Director, good morning."

"Morning." Zhuang Fan caught it, "I'm in good spirits today."

The Pagani supercar is too conspicuous. These days everyone knows that Wen Lin is a wealthy man, and the fashion industry is half of Vanity Fair. He is so kind and kind, and everyone else has changed their attitudes.

The supervisor said, "You are dressed so handsomely, do you want to be chic after get off work?"

Wen Lin said, "I made an appointment."

"The beautiful woman has an appointment?" the supervisor deliberately teased, "is it a girlfriend?"

Wen Lin replied, "Haha, I'm gay."

The proportion of homosexuals in this circle is not low, and there are several people with names and surnames in the company, but it is still rare for people like Wen Lin to make a joke early in the morning and reveal their sexual orientation suddenly, which makes all colleagues stunned.

I don't know who asked: "Is that the boyfriend of the date?"

"Oh..." Wen Lin said, "a brother."

Brother, this title can be both a gentleman and polite, but also ambiguous in taste. Although Wen Lin's tone is generous, the other listeners' thoughts are not pure, and they immediately surround him and boo.

Zhuang Fanxin's expression was always indifferent, his back was as straight as a line, he stood in the crowd like a plum that bullied frost and hated snow, the elevator door opened, and he was the first to get out of the noise and go out.

Within two minutes, Wen Lin knocked on his office and came in and said, "Director, you have ordered everything to do today."

He had been so proactive, Zhuang Fan thought: "Wait for the weekly meeting and get ready." While the other party came to get the materials, "How come you have become more diligent?"

Wen Lin said: "I have an appointment in the evening. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish the overtime and release other people's pigeons."

Zhuang Fan asked knowingly, "Again? That handsome guy last time?"

"Yeah." Wen Lin has never met Gu Zhuoyan, but yesterday he signed a contract with his father and took a photo with Gu Zhuoyan. He looked at the photo and sighed at the moment, "It's really handsome."

After listening to Zhuang Fan's heart, he only thought that the other two had met, and the impression was not bad. He grabbed a pen and held it in the palm of his hand, his fingernails turning white, but he smiled lightly: "It's okay if you can't finish it, you are allowed to procrastinate for a day."

Wen Lin was overwhelmed, and happily left with a stack of materials, then turned back at the door: "Director, you're not surprised that I'm gay?"

Zhuang Fan thought to himself, I even know about your blind date with my first love, I would be surprised if you weren't gay.

The door closed, his fingertips loosened, and the pen fell on the floor and rolled a few times.

After the regular meeting, the team of the fashion magazine came to interview, and found Zhuang Fanxin who was at the desk in the workshop. Before shaking hands, Zhuang Fanxin was still holding a piece of comfortable silk.

Magazine interviews are a part of advertising planning. There are about four inner pages with text and photos. Today, I only do interviews. Zhuang Fanxin didn't pay attention to this matter at all. He didn't even arrange the meeting room. He did it directly next to the operating table in the cutting room, and even sat a roll of cloth under his butt.

The first few questions are about his major, awards, like company interviews.

Gradually getting to the point, the editor asked: "Director Zhuang, the design you just won in London, the No. 7 core, how do you define and evaluate it?"

Zhuang Fanxin replied: "First of all, the definition is that it mainly uses elements of Egyptian culture. In terms of color and tailoring, it is one of my attempts." This attempt turned out to be a success.”

The editor asked: "It means that you are satisfied?"

Zhuang Fan said truthfully, "Satisfied."

"Looking back at the previous design, don't you feel inadequate and want to do it all over again?"

"Why am I wasting that time?" Zhuang Fanxin said, "I try my best to make every design, worthy of every stitch, every pleat, and then I have a better idea to make a new one, and the past is gone."

The editor said with emotion: "So you are a person who only looks forward and can let go?"

Zhuang Fan's heart suddenly got stuck, he scratched his ears, lowered his eyes and blinked several times. "Let's divide the situation." He could perfunctorily say, anyway, no one pursued the truth or falsehood, but he said sternly, "I can't help but look back and let go of things that I have regrets for not doing my best."

The editor is a little girl. After listening, she nodded her head and was a little restrained by his serious expression. She quickly returned to the design: "The No. 7 core doesn't sound like a suit, why did you name the design?"

Zhuang Fanxin said: "The No. 7 rock core is a cultural relic unearthed in Egypt. It is very mysterious and fits the inspiration and theme of the design, so it is named after it."

"So it is." The editor laughed, "Because there is a 'heart' in your name, that rock core is homophonic—"

Zhuang Fanxin interrupted directly: "I'm not that unconventional."

The little girl looked embarrassed and skipped this question. The next few questions revolved around Zhuang Fanxin's addition to the silhouette. After the key points were discussed, there were two more personal questions left at the end. The editor asked: "You won the first place in the AGG jewelry design group in your youth, why did you choose to study clothing design?"

Zhuang Fanxin replied, "I found myself more into fashion design."

Such interviews will never be exempted, and positive energy is needed to be successful. After listening to his answer, the editor immediately asked: "So being a fashion designer is your dream, and you have already achieved your dream, right?"

Zhuang Fan said, "Yes."

An interview took nearly two hours, and it was not bad for the time being. Zhuang Fanxin sat next to the operating table and did not move when he sent the magazine away. For a long time, the piece of comfortable silk was completely wrinkled by him.

He spent the whole day grinding designs in the tailoring room.

Before leaving get off work, Zhuang Fanxin went to wash his face and wanted to eat something before working overtime. Usually, Wen Lin ordered takeout, glanced at the other party's place, it was empty, and had already left work for a date.

Zhuang Fanxin took his wallet and went downstairs. He was very hungry and was going to go to a nearby restaurant to buy a late night snack. When he got to the lobby on the first floor, he caught a glimpse of Wen Lin sitting on the sofa in the reception area.

… Is dating yellow again

Zhuang Fanxin pretended not to see it, walked out, and when he looked up again, he saw a familiar figure inside the revolving door—Gu Zhuoyan strode with long legs, expressionless, and walked into the lobby with his coat pockets.

It was too late to hide, Gu Zhuoyan was facing Zhuang Fanxin's direction, and he naturally saw the other party. He stopped and looked at Zhuang Fanxin for a while without taking his eyes away.

White jeans, a loose thick sweater, sneakers, and a magnetic card hanging around his neck, Zhuang Fan's heart is in a trance, and he can't tell how many years of winter this is.

A voice pulled Gu Zhuoyan back to reality, and Wen Lin ran over: "Brother Yan? I'm Wen Lin!"

Gu Zhuoyan turned his head following the sound and saw Wen Lin's energetic face. "Hello." He smiled politely and mechanically. "Wait for a long time?"

"No, just got off work." Wen Lin said embarrassedly, "I have a limited number today. If you say come pick me up, I will come down a few minutes earlier."

Zhuang Fan was moved and wanted to withdraw, but instead it caught Wen Lin's attention. "Director, are you working overtime again?" Wen Lin looked at him, "How about I order food for you?"

Zhuang Fanxin said: "I'm going to the restaurant to eat, you have an appointment and go quickly."

Wen Lin remembered something: "By the way, I haven't introduced it yet. Brother Yan, this is Zhuang Fanxin, the director of our department. Director, this is Gu Zhuoyan." He smiled innocently, "You have met before."

Gu Zhuoyan said: "I have seen it."

Zhuang Fanxin seemed to understand the meaning of the words, his lips were pursed lightly, but he couldn't help but accept the words in his heart. He understands the person's hobbies and interests, is familiar with the other party's bottom line principles, and even family, friends, dogs, he knows all of them.

Even where there are moles on the body, and where is sensitive, I remember clearly.

Adults can really pretend, Zhuang Fan's heart is so sour that he can squeeze the vinegar juice, his eyes are calm, his mouth is light, he waved his hand more gracefully than the leaders' meeting, and said, "Goodbye, have a good time."

Gu Zhuoyan and Wen Lin left, with their backs in pairs, any gay would have to grit their teeth and scold when they saw it, they are a perfect match!

Zhuang Fanxin wandered around with his wallet, but couldn't feel hungry anymore. In the end, dinner and supper were canceled.

It's inspiring to say that he hasn't eaten potato chips for seven or eight years.

The withdrawal was very successful, but at this moment, the ants were eating their brains and wanted to take a bite.

Zhuang Fanxin didn't even insist on going back to the company, so he ripped it open, first ate one or two slices, then stuffed them one by one, and ate a bag of potato chips a few steps away.

The viaduct was heavily blocked, and the car was filled with embarrassment. Gu Zhuoyan lowered the car window to avoid suffocating each other. It's been half an hour since he was on the road, and he only mentioned the contracted cooperation once. Wen Lin giggled, probably didn't understand.

"Brother Yan." Wen Lin tried to stir up the topic, "Do you know the brand silhouette?"

Gu Zhuoyan had heard of it, but he didn't know much about it, so he said vaguely, "It's quite famous, it seems that the boss is a star?"

Wen Lin said: "One of them is that, no matter what, the other boss is a designer, and he is very good." Pei Zhi was far away, and he thought of the nearer, "Director Zhuang, who is taking me now, is also very good."

The traffic flow loosened a little, and Gu Zhuoyan replied, "Oh."

Xu Shi's attitude was too cold, and Wen Lin thought he didn't believe it, and said, "Really, Director Zhuang has won many awards and has a lot of representative works. Today, the magazine even came to interview him."

Gu Zhuoyan said casually, "Do you really admire him?"

"Almost." Wen Lin said, "He's aloof and doesn't look at other people very much, but he's been good to me, and today he approved me not to work overtime."

I didn't pay attention to the second half of the sentence, Gu Zhuoyan held the steering wheel and smiled puzzledly, thinking about the first half of the sentence: "Your director, Gao Leng?"

Wen Lin confirmed: "Yes—"

The car rushed down the viaduct, Gu Zhuoyan accelerated, and the horn sounded to block Wen Lin's unfinished words. After a long time, the road was smooth, Gu Zhuoyan said, "Your father asked me to show you about the company, are you interested?"

"I'm not interested." Wen Lin replied, "I just want to be an excellent fashion designer. This is my dream."

Gu Zhuoyan looked at the road ahead: "How can you be considered excellent?"

Wen Lin didn't know how to explain the meaning, so he took out a few scanned pictures from his bag and said, "This is an award-winning design in London. If I can design such a work, it will be called excellent."

Gu Zhuoyan turned his face and glanced at it. In less than two seconds, he drove into the underground garage after two blocks. He found a vacant space to park the car and turned off the engine. The design still lingered in his mind, striking and arresting.

He understands the definition of excellence and asks as he unbuckles, "Who designed that?"

Wen Lin said, "Director Zhuang."

"How could it be." Gu Zhuoyan blurted out subconsciously, "He thought of jewelry design."

Wen Lin looked at him: "Director Zhuang studied fashion design. In an interview today, he said that it is his dream to be a fashion designer."

Gu Zhuoyan was stunned for a while, did he lose his memory? Zhuang Fanxin participated in the jewelry design competition at the beginning, and listened to the jewelry design course every night. The immigrant did not return to inherit the jewelry company. That dream from childhood is one of the reasons.

Before he could clarify, he slowly pulled out the car key.

At this time Wen Lin asked, "How do you know that he has studied jewelry design?"