The girl at the front desk who hasn't received flowers for a long time finally signed for another bouquet today. It's still the well-known brand. It's a big bouquet of daisies. Word: pay attention to maintenance.
I don't know what it means.
The little girl didn't understand, so she stomped on the front desk and reported to Yan Hai'an when he came.
She could clearly see the calm and gentle boss looking suspiciously at the bouquet, and after seeing the words on the card, his brows slapped together, which could really kill a fly.
The little girl had never seen Yan Hai'an's black face before, she was a little frightened, and asked tremblingly: "Boss, boss? What's the matter? What does this mean?"
"It's nothing, maybe it means that this flower needs to be maintained carefully." Yan Hai'an's sphincter muscle rubbed too much that day, and there is a lingering burning pain these days. He could easily imagine Sun Yan standing in front of him and saying these four words himself. How could there be such a cheap person? How can there be such a cheap person?
He said it was nothing, but the aura that came out was not what it said. The little girl didn't know what was wrong with it, but instinctively she still chose to stand by her boss: "Boss, did you deal with this flower?" ?”
Yan Haian looked at the bouquet of daisies, wrapped in kraft paper, without the delicate beauty of the previous bouquets, but with a lively and lovely look. Seems pathetic to be disposed of just because of a fucking owner.
He said: "No need, put it in a vase and put it on the front desk as a decoration, um, use that thick glass one, the green one."
When the younger sister chose the vase according to his request, Yan Hai'an even started to tidy it up.
Among other things, there are such a handful of plain-colored cuties in the space, and the mood is better.
He crumpled up the card and threw it in the trash.
This time, Li Qing chose a place to drink Kung Fu tea. The small courtyard was decorated with a small bridge and flowing water. Among the shadowy plants, there were beauties in ancient costumes playing the zither. The artistic conception and forceful style met Li Qing's needs.
Chairman Wang did not come this time, and the few more unfamiliar faces were owners of private art museums, all from different cities, and one was the manager of a bank art fund.
Yan Hai'an attended for a long time and knew most of the people. After a round of greetings, only He Ling asked, "Why didn't Yi Sheng come?"
Sitting down on his left, Yan Hai'an responded with a friendly smile: "He just finished a painting a while ago, he's too tired."
This can be regarded as Mo Yisheng's habit. He always wants to relax the nerves that have been highly tense, and his way of relaxing is to go around by bicycle and walk his mind. Not to mention this kind of party that he hated the most, no matter what Yan Haian said, he refused to come.
The two chatted for a while, and several people over there jointly prepared a tour exhibition of modern art. Although there were only a few people, they belonged to different cities, and it was enough for a "national tour exhibition". Li Qing's place can't be used temporarily, but it's no problem to push out the people on his side, and Mo Yisheng's name is naturally among them.
People in the circle have heard about this name recently, and when Li Qing talked about him, she praised him again, but in private, she pulled Yan Haian aside: "What did Yi Sheng say about joining the association?" ?”
Speaking of this, Yan Haian felt quite a headache: "Let me talk to him again."
"Chairman Wang asked me again." Li Qing's expression was a bit bad, "It's fine if he puts an account on his side. He even invited him. Yi Sheng is doing him a disgrace. He is in the circle. Very well connected."
How could Yan Hai'an not know about this human relationship? But Mo Yisheng didn't agree with him, what can he do? Can he still force Mo Yisheng to join
Li Qing was also a little annoyed: "This kid, if I had known, I wouldn't have pushed the boat along in front of Chairman Wang."
At that time, Wang Yuhu also asked in passing. Li Qing wanted to give Mo Yisheng a bargaining chip, so Wang Yuhu coaxed Wang Yuhu to say that he was an introducer. I can't get it right.
"Please take your troubles, I know you are doing it for his own good. If you hadn't helped us in the past two years, Yi Sheng wouldn't have been able to get ahead. We are all very grateful to you." Sensing her emotions, Yan Hai'an softened his voice, showing Feeling close, "In fact, he also knows that you are kind, Sister Li, but he just can't pass his own test."
Hearing what he said, Li Qing calmed down a bit: "As long as you can talk, I don't know what he thinks? But in the circle of our country, most of the time selling paintings on the public level is selling certificates, selling the author's own title and Seniority. Maybe he won't have to do that in the future, but he's not famous yet."
These are just clichés, but she doesn't care if someone doesn't like to listen to them. She still spoke tactfully, but she was more ruthless than usual: "I won't take the initiative to mention Wang Yuhu's side, but if he asks, I won't do it if I can't help it. You give it to me quickly." Get him done, just join an association, make it the same as forcing a good man into prostitution."
Yan Hai'an went back to the studio with this thought in his mind, but Mo Yisheng hadn't come back yet, and he didn't know where he was riding. This heartless character is really enviable.
When passing by the front desk, he couldn't help but glanced at the daisies in the vase. Almost a week had passed, and no matter how well the flowers were taken care of, the flowers would be gone. Probably because of his strange behavior that day, even the flowers were all gone. The younger sister didn't dare to dispose of it casually.
Yan Hai'an said: "Let's sort this out, I'll buy another bunch later."
I was used to seeing flowers here before, but if it is empty, I feel that it is not pleasing to the eye.
The phone in his pocket rang, and it was the ringtone that came with the system. After buying it, Yan Haian didn't care about anything else except customizing it for Mo Yisheng. It was still the most primitive one.
The caller ID is Sun Yan.
Somewhat unexpectedly, Yan Haian slid the answer button: "Hello?"
Sun Yan asked carelessly, "Where are you in the studio?"
"Well," Yan Hai'an went outside the store before continuing, "I just came back."
"Then come down, it's downstairs." Sun Yan had the sound of traffic in the background, and he hung up the phone after Yan Hai'an said hello.
Yan Hai'an turned around and explained a few words to the staff, and the phone call came again: "Where's the person?"
I really didn't have any patience at all, Yan Hai'an gave the little girl a last word of advice, then went out on the phone and said, "I'll be down right away."
Sun Yan's car was parked arrogantly on the side of the road, which was obviously illegal parking. A traffic policeman next to him issued a ticket to him. He accepted the ticket and handed over double the money: "I'll have to wait a while for another ticket."
Traffic police: "..."
Yan Haian: "..."
I really want to turn around and leave immediately, I can't afford to lose this person.
As soon as Sun Yan looked up and saw him, he snapped his fingers and called him over. Yan Haian got into the car, pursed his lips and signaled him to leave quickly with his eyes.
The two of them didn't speak on the way, wondering if they had had the closest contact, and they didn't feel awkward getting along like this. After getting off the car at the destination, Yan Haian realized that Sun Yan had come to eat.
Seemingly convinced that Yan Hai'an hadn't eaten yet, Sun Yan said, "Eat first."
The two sat down and ordered their own food, forming a table.
This situation made Yan Haian a little unexpected. Sun Yan hadn't contacted him during this period of time, and he didn't think of contacting Sun Yan. He didn't feel embarrassed when we met again, let alone feel shy, but now it's true. They got to know each other quite well, as if they went to play a game of basketball together instead of having a bed together.
After eating half of it, Sun Yan asked, "Is there anything else you want?"
This question was very casual, and Yan Hai'an didn't realize what the question meant for a moment.
When he digested this sentence, he didn't naively think that it was Sun Yan trying to curry favor with him, but four words came to his mind: clearly marked price.
This is not bad, although Yan Haian himself did not have such an idea, but speaking of Mo Yisheng, he bought a painting for 700,000 yuan, which is such a good gimmick, and taking advantage of this good momentum to go down, the road should It will go smoother and smoother. Even if Sun Yan is not from the art circle, he can still help a lot if he is willing, just as he also needs to find another way. It's been cool, and the benefits have been gained, so why not do it...
Analyzing the result rationally in his mind, the smile on Yan Haian's face widened: "Mr. Sun, I didn't expect you to be so unconfident in your skills and figure. But I want to tell you honestly, for your I am very satisfied with my bed partner, you don't have to use other things to make up for it in such a guilty conscience."
He spoke politely, but the sarcasm on his brows was about to overflow.
He glanced at the dishes on the table, and said more politely: "In order to repay Mr. Sun's company that night, let me treat you to this meal, and express your heart."
Sun Yan was sprayed all over the face without stopping, he was a bit silly. He looked into Yan Haian's eyes that were about to get angry, and raised his hands: "OK, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't get angry."
Yan Hai'an wiped his mouth with a tissue, but he didn't say anything, he felt that he was not angry. Well, I'm a little angry. Of course, if I'm serious, it's a little bit higher than "a little bit". It doesn't matter who prostitutes. Is Sun Yan worthy of such a high profile
Sun Yan pondered for a moment, then said, "I have no other intentions."
Yan Hai'an smiled and said: "Then what do you mean?"
This question is particularly good, because Sun Yan doesn't know what he means, and in the past, he would not do anything unnecessary, either directly and rudely dumping the check, or other people's own demands, and he would not be able to consider it. However, Yan Hai'an was different from those people, maybe because he sat in his co-pilot at that time, or maybe because he didn't intend to pay attention to himself at all when he got out of bed.
When he sees people, his hands itch, and when he doesn't see people, his heart itch.
Seeing that he couldn't speak, his eyes were blank and he didn't know what he was thinking about, Yan Haian said twice: "You are really interesting. Mr. Sun, I'm done eating, let's take a step first, you take it easy."
The author has something to say:
Sun Ling: Ou Duoduo, are you stupid? Is that how you pick people up
Sun Yan: I haven't fucked anyone before? ? I only cover people, okay