Seeing her daughter eat two bowls of rice, Song Hai said cheerfully, "It seems that my cooking skills have not declined over the years."
Yan Xi put down his chopsticks and got up to clean up the tableware. Song Hai hurriedly said, "Little girl, what kind of dishes are you washing? Don't hurt your hands, go upstairs and play by yourself." He took the tableware and chopsticks from Yan Xi's hand, As he walked towards the kitchen, he said that girls should be well-raised.
Listening to Song Hai's talk, Yan Xi followed him to the kitchen and chatted with Song Hai about family affairs. Song Hai talked about the company and his friends, and finally said, "Would you like to go to the company to familiarize yourself with the business? In the future, these things will be yours, so you must be familiar with them."
"Dad, you are still young," Yan Xi smiled. "When you are seven or eighty years old, consider letting me be your successor."
Being coaxed by his daughter, Song Hai put the washed and dried bowls into the cupboard and looked at his daughter's fair and delicate face. His heart was filled with pride. Her daughter was soft and weak. As a father, he needed to earn more money. Only by karma can my daughter have more things by her side.
Song Hai, who couldn't wait to let his daughter eat her old age, saw that Yan Xi really didn't have the heart to become a princess in her own company, so she could only express a little disappointed that her daughter could do whatever she wanted. .
The father and daughter have not gotten along well for many years, but the atmosphere is very pleasant. The next morning, Yan Xi didn't wake up until nine o'clock. The father and daughter took the cards to major shopping malls to swipe and swipe.
In the afternoon, Song Hai insisted on taking Yan Xi to buy jewelry. The reason was that his daughter, Song Hai, must not feel wronged by her clothes.
Song Hai, who was wearing a brand-name brand and a diamond watch on his hand, entered the jewelry store with the words "Take a big head" written on his face, and was warmly received by the shopping guide.
"Yan Yan, buy whatever you like, don't save me money." Song Hai took a sip of the coffee brought by the shopping guide, put the coffee cup aside, and pointed to a shiny diamond necklace on the promotional page. , "This is beautiful, try it Yanyan."
Yan Xi looked at the necklace, the only feature was... flash.
This kind of necklace, except for special occasions, who can wear it
"Dad, I don't like this," pressing down Song Hai's eager wallet, Yan Xi chose a ring with a simple and elegant design, "I want this."
"Buy it if you like it."
Yan Xi knew that her father wanted to make up for all the regrets that she had not been able to get along with over the years, so even though she had a lot of jewelry left by her mother, she still followed her father's wishes and came here to choose jewelry.
But this kind of style, which is very local at first glance, does challenge her aesthetics a bit.
"Ling Qianjin has a good eye. This is a new limited edition released by the chief designer of our company this month. There are only three pieces in the country." Yan Xi tried it on.
At first, she thought that this was the godfather and goddaughter that the two wealthy circles often have, but she did not expect that they were the biological father and daughter. Probably because the two people are so different in stature, people subconsciously rule out their blood relationship, but looking closer, the corners of their eyes and brows are somewhat similar, but the father's face is too fat, and the facial features are a little out of shape.
For Song Hai, praising Yanxi is more effective than praising him, so in the end, he ordered another pair of earrings for Yanxi, and the shopping guide turned around and praised Yanxi as a little fairy, the kind that comes with a halo.
Yan Xi's face became hot when she heard it, and she turned to look beside her, hoping that the shopping guide would stop boasting.
"Mr. Yuan, this is the necklace you ordered. Is there anything you are not satisfied with?" The manager took out a brocade box from the safe, and gently handed it to Yuan Yi with both hands.
Yuan Yi opened the box, took a look, and nodded slightly: "Not bad."
The manager breathed a sigh of relief and handed the various certificates to the assistant beside Yuan Yi, "We also have this month's new jewelry here. If you need it, Mr. Yuan, I'll have someone bring it in for you to choose."
"No need," Yuan Yi stood up, "My mother has always liked your company's jewelry. If you have the latest designs, you can give the brochure to my mother and let her choose."
"It's an honor for Mrs. Yuan to like my shop's works. My shop will send someone to deliver it to Mrs. Yuan today." The manager was overjoyed, got up and escorted Yuan Yi out of the VIP room. The fat middle-aged man carried two or three jewelry bags in his hand, and also held a beautiful little girl in his hand. The little girl looked pleasing to the eye and looked delicate and weak, but it was obvious that the men around her valued her very much, and persuaded her to choose more.
The manager has long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of young and old couples, beautiful and ugly couples, and has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Yuan, please come here."
Yuan Yi, who was walking in front, paused for a moment. He glanced at the men and women not far away, turned his head and strode out.
The assistant quickly followed.
"Mr. Yuan, please walk slowly." The manager bowed and turned to see the fat man and the young woman walking towards the door.
"Dad, you are so easily fooled, how did the company start?" Yan Xi looked at the bag in Song Hai's hand, it was all money.
She has never lived a hard life since she was a child. Even when she was a child, her parents were very pampered. Later, she went to the sea market with her mother, and her mother opened a gallery. The business was very good, and she gradually became famous in the painting world, so her mother's economic conditions were also very good, and her father had to pay her a lot every month. Money, she never worried about money.
Not worrying about money doesn't mean she likes spending money indiscriminately.
"The shopping guide is very discerning, and the things they sell are beautiful. It doesn't matter if you buy more," Song Hai smiled and opened the car door and let Yan Xi sit in before he sat in, "Tomorrow I'm going to the company for a meeting. , Do you have any familiar friends here in Beijing, or I will arrange an assistant to accompany you shopping."
"No, I have an appointment to have dinner with my friends tomorrow," Yan Xi explained, "I have two friends in college, and they came to work in the imperial capital after graduation. I heard that I was going back to the imperial capital, so I made an appointment to meet you long ago. Don't worry, I won't be bored."
"That's good," Song Hai felt relieved, "and your former junior high school classmates, if you have a good relationship, you can also get in touch."
"That's all a few years ago, so there's no way to get in touch." She left the Imperial Capital when she was fifteen years old. At that time, she had just finished high school for half a year. Now nearly nine years have passed, even if she has a few good friends, Feelings have faded away after so many years.
She studied for a graduate student in Haishi with a good or bad major. Now that she has finished her studies, she doesn't know what to do for a while.
After returning home, Yan Xi closed the door, put his hand into the collar, pulled left and right, pulled the underwear out of the collar and threw it on the bed, sat cross-legged in the chair, and turned on the computer.
After logging in to the communication software, the message sounded constantly, she put the headset on her head and started typing.
She is an amateur painter, and sometimes she draws cute cartoons and posts on Weibo, but it may be because many people are under a lot of pressure in real life. Her little cartoons, which are not very professional, are actually quite impressive. She is popular, and Weibo not only has nearly one million fans, but also signed a publishing contract with a publishing house a few days ago, and the editor urged her to submit manuscripts every day.
After posting a cute joke he had drawn before on the Internet, Yan Xi ignored the various reminders edited on the communication software, opened the game client, called brothers with the game players, and ran into the wild to hunt down his opponents.
Soon the world was full of curses.
"You're the shemale, sister, I'm a bitch, pure!" Yan Xi took a lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth. Yan Xi bought a tracer in the mall and continued to chase and kill those who scolded her.
After closing the game, Yan Xi remembered that he hadn't removed his makeup yet, so he ran to the bathroom to wash his face, put on a mask and started to swipe on Weibo.
It has been more than an hour since she published the cute joke comics. Weibo has forwarded five or six hundred comments, and commented two or three thousand. Most of them screamed cute and cute, and some criticized her for her poor level, but It was sprayed back by her scumbags.
Replying to several popular comments, Yan Xi called her friend Tao Ru on the hands-free.
"Da He!" The phone was picked up soon, and Tao Ru's loud voice came out, "You finally called me, my sister almost thought you were missing."
"What's missing?" Yan Xi took off the mask on his face and patted his face lightly, "I'll be out for dinner tomorrow, and you will treat me as a guest."
"You've already arrived at the Imperial Capital?" Tao Ru's voice carried a bit of joy, "Okay, I'll be on vacation tomorrow, I'll call Yang Min again, and the three of us will get together."
The two chatted for a while, and Tao Ru hesitated, "Are you planning to work and develop in the imperial capital?"
"Well," Yan Xi wrapped his mobile phone with tissue, and went to the bathroom to wash his face and hands. "My mother is gone. I'm back to work in the imperial capital, so I can spend more time with my dad."
"That's fine, we'll have more opportunities to meet in the future," Tao Ru didn't want to mention Yan Xi's sadness, so he changed the subject, and the two chatted for a while before hanging up.
Early the next morning, when Yan Xi woke up, Song Hai was no longer at home, and his breakfast was on the table.
Yan Xi finished breakfast, went upstairs to change clothes, and put on makeup before going out.
There was a red coupe parked in the garage, which Song Hai specially prepared for his daughter. Yan Xi opened the door and sat on it. The seat height was just right, and it was easy to drive.
It can be seen that Song Hai's attention was paid to preparing this car.
Although the three friends hadn't seen each other for more than a year, sitting together, there was no awkwardness at all, as if they had never been separated.
"Hey, look at this," Yang Min put the phone in the middle.
Yan Xi stretched his neck and saw that it was an article that took stock of the popular styles of teenagers in the past two decades.
One of them is a strange look, with hair dyed like a traffic light, long hair standing straight, and the aesthetics makes people unforgettable at a glance.
"Ten years ago, some delinquent teenagers in our school loved this style," Yan Xi pointed to the screen of his mobile phone. "In the past, there was a high school bully in our school who had dark green and red hair, climbed the walls and was quilted. I found it."
"What happened later?" Tao Ru asked interestedly. Most of the students who dared to wear this hairstyle back then would not dare to mess with them.
"There was no later," Yan Xi held her cheek with one hand, recalling the distant past, "I didn't say anything, but two teachers came over and scolded him for not bullying me. Until I walked away, he was also punished by two teachers. surrounded by teachers."
Yang Min and Tao Ru looked at Yan Xi's innocent and weak face and were speechless.
"What were you doing... running around the fence back then?"
"Of course he skipped class." Yan Xi answered confidently.