"You have a grudge against your phone?" Yuan Bo came back from get off work and saw Yuan Yi holding his phone in a daze, "It's half past eight, aren't you going to wash up and go to bed?"
Bending down to pick up the remote control, Yuan Bo didn't watch what was on the TV, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, and sat down on the sofa.
Yuan Yi heard a familiar voice on the TV, and he looked up at the TV screen without saying a word. On the TV, Yan Xi introduced the donations received by the orphanage one by one, and where the donations will be used. Later, she also photographed the canteen and accommodation environment of the orphanage, all of which were very clean. However, in order to protect the privacy of these children, there is not a child's face in the camera, and occasionally they are accidentally photographed with mosaic processing, and even the children's voices have changed in the later stage.
This Saturday, the rebroadcast of the previous program, there is no new content. Yuan Yi stared blankly at the TV, and did not make a decision until the end of the show.
For the sake of this woman's love, he might as well remind her.
Boss Zhou's party was very successful, and the Song Dynasty came to make a face for him, so he received a lot of praise, and he couldn't help but drink two more glasses, and he was even more proud when he spoke.
Song Hai dealt with his colleagues, worried that his daughter would be tired from walking around with him, so she asked her to find a place to rest by herself, without having to accompany him. Yan Xi knew that on such occasions, businessmen had their own way of communicating, so he obediently hid in the corner. The chefs at this party were all invited by Boss Zhou at a high price, both in appearance and taste, they were all commendable.
Yan Xi took some food and put it on a plate, and sat down in the corner. This kind of party sometimes pays attention to his wife's diplomacy, but it's a pity that Yan Xi is too young and does not belong to his wife's category, so many people just say hello to her, but do not talk to her about business affairs.
"Miss Song," Song Chao walked over with a wine glass and sat down opposite Yanxi. He glanced at the plate on the table, the food had already been eaten, the lipstick on the other party's mouth was a little light, and it seemed that he didn't have time to make it up, "Excuse me."
Yan Xi beckoned people to take away the empty plate, and politely smiled at Song Chao: "Mr. Song, would you mind if I go to the bathroom to get some makeup done?"
"There is no one else here. Miss Song doesn't need to be burdened to go this far." Song Chao raised his head and made a gesture of invitation, "Or does Miss Song mind my existence?" After speaking, he turned sideways.
Yan Xi doesn't know how many people are paying attention to the Song Dynasty now, and whether the other party's actions will cause others to misunderstand, but this kind of beautiful man takes the initiative to stand in front of her, she is not a disadvantage. As for what others think, as long as it does no harm to her , just let them go.
Life is alive, who doesn't think about it a few times
Song Chao observed the woman in front of him and couldn't help but recall nine years ago. At that time, he was under great pressure to study, and somehow he had some hazy thoughts about a high school girl. Nine years ago, he was too young, learned the way other classmates pursued girls, and wrote her a love letter.
Later, the girl did not reply to him, nor did he go to the meeting place written in his letter. He waited there like a fool for half a day. Later, when he went to the girl again, he heard that she had gone through the transfer procedures that morning.
After a lapse of nine years, the girl's appearance was already blurred in his memory, and he vaguely remembered that she was a very well-behaved, weak and clean little girl. But he waited for her in the sun for a long time, and he remembered clearly the mood from hope to loss. This was the only frustration and stupid thing he didn't want to recall when he was young, so he didn't really like to remember this part.
He thought that he had almost forgotten about it, but when he saw that girl again, he remembered her appearance almost instantly. She seemed to be still so pure, still so delicate, even her moist eyes , and still looks like a bullied bunny.
But nothing more than that.
She was just an ordinary woman who was busy with makeup and would accompany him with a smiling face.
Yan Xi is not a fool. She has long noticed that Song Chao has been looking at her since she was seated. She turned her attention from the small mirror and looked into Song Chao's eyes, "Mr. Song, what's the matter with you?" She pointed. The corner of his lips, "Being stared at by an excellent man like you, I'm worried that I will paint lipstick on my teeth because of my shaking hands."
"Sorry, because Miss Song looks a bit like my first love, I couldn't help but take a second look," Song Chao took off his glasses and put them on the table, smiling at Yan Xi, "I haven't seen her in nine years, I don't know how she's doing now."
"The girl who can be liked by Mr. Song must be very good, so you don't have to worry, she must be doing well." Yan Xi closed the mirror and put the lipstick and mirror in her bag.
This isn't an idol drama, it's like a first love, what if you haven't seen each other for nine years, this kind of trick to a woman is too embarrassing to write a third-rate novel, do you really think she hasn't seen a man before? I really can't tell, this Song Dynasty looks like a dog, but he thinks a lot.
You can't just come and lie to her just because her face is so deceiving, right
"Miss Song..."
Yan Xi's cell phone rang, she took the opportunity to get up, smiled apologetically at Song Chao, and went to the corner with her bag. She took out her mobile phone and found that the caller turned out to be Yuan Xiaoer. She was a little surprised. She looked back at Song Chao, who had already put on her glasses and got up to leave, and pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Yuan."
"Where are you, why are you so noisy?"
Yan Xi turned her head and looked at the people behind her. She was so far apart that the eldest young master could still hear her, and her ears had changed: "Come with my dad to a party at an uncle's house."
"Are you alright?"
"Can't I call you if it's okay?"
They don't know each other well, so what are you doing on the phone when you have nothing to do? Are you taking up the communication? Yan Xi rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, "Of course you can, warmly welcome."
"Don't worry, I'm not too lazy to look for you," Yuan Yi sneered, "Didn't I say to invite you to dinner today? As a host, you always have to find out what your guests like. You can tell me what you like to eat first. Good arrangement."
"Just for this?"
Yuan Yi turned his head to see Yuan Bo and looked at him again, turned his body sideways to prevent Yuan Bo from seeing the expression on his face, "People take food as their heaven, this is a big deal."
I didn't see it, Yuan Xiaoer was still a foodie.
Yan Xi was almost persuaded by the other party's righteous tone: "How about Sichuan cuisine?"
Thinking of the hot chili peppers and the Sichuan peppercorns that were so numb that their tongues lost consciousness, Yuan Yi turned his mouth three times when he refused, "Okay, I'll make arrangements, you can wait in peace."
"Then... Thank you?" Yan Xi had not met someone so serious and serious about inviting people to dinner for a long time, and couldn't help but smile, "I look forward to the place you are looking for."
"No, you're welcome," listening to Yan Xi's smiling voice, Yuan Yi's throat and ears were a little numb, and his expression was straight, "By the way, drink less alcohol when there are many people, and go away when you encounter a gentle scum. Farther away, some men are good-looking, but their hearts are darker than anything else."
It was clear that Yuan Yi didn't refer to anyone, but Yan Xi inexplicably thought of the Song Dynasty Young Master, and she touched her nose: "Okay, thank you for reminding me."
It turns out that Yuan Xiaoer is not only a foodie, but also a worrying personality, and... I really didn't see it.
Hearing that Yan Xi's tone was a little perfunctory, Yuan Yi said in a cold voice, "Don't take it seriously, someone had an accident some time ago, and it made several families look bad."
"Okay, I will definitely pay attention," Yan Xi said to the phone, "Absolutely don't drink."
After hanging up the phone, she took a photo of the orange juice in her hand and sent it to Yuan Xiaoer's WeChat.
Yuan Yi received Yan Xi's photo, and his serious expression finally eased. He threw his phone on the sofa at will, and finally felt that his chest was less stuffy.
"Whoever drank and made a mistake and made several families lose face, why haven't I heard of it?" Yuan Bo frowned and looked at Yuan Yi, "Yuan Xiaoer, don't talk nonsense to the outside world, in case the news reaches the ears of those entertainment reporters , I have to make up a grudge and hatred, you give me a stop."
"For example, I didn't say it's true." Yuan Yi said to the kitchen, "Aunt Li, squeeze me a glass of orange juice."
"If you're fake, you still speak plausibly, second child, you are really capable," Yuan Bo said helplessly, "What orange juice to drink at night, what's wrong."
"Orange juice can supplement vitamin C, I think it's good," Yuan Yi stood up from the sofa, put his phone in his pocket, and went to the kitchen to get orange juice.
Yuan Bo looked at Yuan Yi's back, and was speechless for a while.
Fault!
Wealthy families have their own small circles, and some wealthy and powerful descendants of wealthy families also have their own circles of friends. Since WeChat has become more and more popular, they have also established a chat group with the crowd. The content is messed up.
What luxury cars and watches, yachts and planes, beautiful and handsome guys, are all the content of their chat, but it is related to business issues, and almost all of them have a tacit understanding. People with identities like them, sometimes accidentally leaking a piece of information will involve thousands of people's jobs, and brothers and sisters have to settle accounts, so they can eat whatever they want, but they can't talk nonsense.
Just when a few friends were talking about who bought the new plane, Yuan Yi asked in the group.
Yuan: Does anyone know where the Sichuan cuisine is the most authentic
Zhang Wang: …
Yang Yu: Has your account been hacked
Xu Qiaosheng: Haohao Dog, we don't charge you for calls or borrow money, thank you!
Yuan Yi saw more than 20 messages in the group instantly, all of them scolding him, and quickly replied a message.
Yuan: Don't think that I don't know that you are taking the opportunity to scold me and answer my question first.
Xu Qiaosheng: Brother Yi, it's almost half past ten, you still haven't gone to bed
Yuan Yi glanced at the empty glass on the table, he drank too much orange juice and couldn't sleep. He didn't answer Xu Qiaosheng's question, and asked Sichuan cuisine again.
Zhang Wang: Why are you asking this, take the girl to dinner
Yuan: Thinking too much, how would I please a woman like that
He just promised the other party what he had to do.
It's that simple.