"Yuan Xiaoer, do you like me?" The moss-covered wall and the sycamore tree leaning against the wall. Yanxi stood under the plane tree, and the morning light was slightly yellow, as if it had given Yanxi a layer of holy light.
Yuan Yi couldn't feel the temperature of the sun, he looked at Yan Xi crampedly: "What are you thinking, how could I like you?"
Hearing this sentence, the smile on Yan Xi's face slowly dissipated. She stared at him in a daze, as if sad and angry. His figure appeared extremely embarrassed in her clear eyes.
pat.
Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and splashed on the dead leaves on the ground.
"You, don't cry." Yuan Yi felt the pain in his heart like a needle stick, so he hurriedly took out the handkerchief, but he felt empty on his body, so he had no choice but to stretch out his hand to wipe her tears. Tears were warm and moist, Yuan Yi felt as though he could smell the bitter and salty taste in his tears.
"Then do you like me?" The woman in front of her opened her big watery eyes, her eyes full of grievances.
Yuan Yi opened his mouth wide and wanted to say "I don't like it", but the wetness and warmth of his fingertips made him unable to say these three words.
"I, I, I..."
"I like..." Yuan Yi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before he recovered from this somewhat absurd dream. He slowly got up from the bed, casually put on his robe, and went to the bathroom.
After washing up, Yuan Yi rubbed his aching temples, opened the door and walked out.
Yuan Yasen glanced at his second son who came downstairs, and his tone was very calm: "It's almost noon before you get up. Do you usually manage the company with this kind of lazy attitude?"
"Dad, I just took an idle job in Changfeng, what difference does it make if I'm not here?" Yuan Yi's face turned pale, he walked to the dining chair and sat down, picking up chopsticks to eat the breakfast served by Aunt Li.
"Didn't you invest in and run a few companies yourself?" Yuan Yasen never asked his son about his business. Seeing his sloppy attitude, he couldn't help but say a few more words, "If the company can't continue, you can go back The head office is taking care of you."
"I don't need it yet," Yuan Yi said without raising his head, "The benefits of the industry under my name are quite good."
Yuan Yasen thought that Yuan Yi wanted to save face and suffer, and made up his mind to let him suffer more setbacks before he knew that starting a business was not easy, "I have something to tell you when I finish my breakfast and come to the study."
"Okay." Yuan Yi took a mouthful of millet porridge, which was very thick, so he wanted to drink an extra bowl.
Half an hour later, the father and son sat face to face in the study, the atmosphere was a little cold.
"Your mother is reluctant to let you move out," Yuan Yasen frowned slightly as he looked at the son in front of him, "What do you think?"
"Dad, I'm twenty-seven this year," Yuan Yi replied calmly, "I should have moved out a long time ago."
Yuan Yasen found that he couldn't see his second son's joy or anger, as if he was just stating a fact and had no other meaning. In my memory, the child who would talk back to him and cause him trouble had grown up unknowingly, but as a father, some of his previous experiences suddenly seemed like a dream.
"I don't mean to interfere in your life," Yuan Yasen pondered for a moment, "but as a son, you should consider your mother's feelings before doing things."
Yuan Yi looked at him and said nothing.
Yuan Yasen inexplicably didn't want to meet his son's eyes: "Second, your mother suffered a lot when she was pregnant with you, and because of your dystocia and hemorrhage, you almost lost your life, don't do things that disappoint me."
"Dad," Yuan Yi suddenly laughed, "Isn't this supposed to blame you? If you didn't let my mother get pregnant and give birth to me, how could she have suffered such a crime?"
"Second, the more you talk now, the more outrageous you are," Yuan Yasen sank his face, "Get out!"
There was no anger on Yuan Yi's face: "Dad, being irritable and irritable is not good for your health."
When Yuan Yasen turned to look at Yuan Yi again, he had already got up and walked out of the study without even looking back.
"Unfilial son!" Yuan Yasen endured for a long time and scolded in a low voice. Hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes outside the door, and knowing that his wife Xu Ya was back, he took a deep breath and tried to make himself look better before getting up and walking out.
"Ya Sen, I don't think Xiao Yi's face is very good, is he sick?" Xu Ya asked worriedly when her husband came out of the study, "Do you want to call a family doctor to see him."
Yuan Yasen stretched out his hand to support her, "It's alright, don't worry too much, you've been walking around the street for so long, are you tired?"
Xu Ya frowned, but after she took out her mobile phone and called the family doctor, she returned to the room with Yuan Yasen.
In the building of the Imperial Capital TV station, Yan Xi looked at the calla lilies in the hands of the flower deliverer, and signed a random name on the confirmation sheet: "I don't want the flowers, you can deal with them at will."
The flower delivery man was stunned. He rarely encountered such a situation, and he didn't know what to say for a while, "I'm sorry, we don't have such rules in this shop."
"Okay, I shouldn't be so embarrassing for you," Yan Xi took the bouquet and said to the flower deliverer, "The flowers in your shop are beautiful, and I have no opinion on your flowers."
After she finished speaking, she threw the flower into the trash can, and stepped on the flower by the way.
After stepping on it, Yan Xi turned his head and said to the flower deliverer with a smile on his face, "Thank you for your hard work."
Flower deliverer: "No, it's not hard work."
This bouquet was very valuable. It was airlifted after a high-level designation. Unexpectedly, it was thrown into the trash can when it turned around. At this moment, he suddenly had the urge to refute some prejudiced remarks on the Internet. Who said that men can chase women with money? How confident is this
After the flower delivery person left, the other talents in the stage came over to gossip: "Severely destroying flowers, Xiaoyan, you have the demeanor of the devil in the rivers and lakes."
"I haven't seen those female devils in the TV series. What I like are the heads of famous and decent families, the leaders of the martial arts alliance?" Yan Xi put his hands around his chest, and his tone was a little light, "The devil will not be happy when she is with the leader of the demon sect. ."
Everyone knew that Yan Xi didn't like this flower-giving suitor, and she didn't take her words to heart. After laughing and laughing, she forgot about it.
Yan Xi returned to the office and saw a text message from Song Dynasty on his work phone.
Song Dynasty: Do you like today's flowers
She stared at the text message for two minutes and called Song Chao.
After the phone rang, Song Chao waited for half a minute before pressing the call button, before smiling, "Miss Yan."
"Mr. Song," Yan Xi was unmoved listening to Song Chao's sexy voice. There are too many men with good voices in their industry, and Song Chao's voice has little effect on her, "I don't like flowers, Mr. Song might as well put Save the money and donate it to Project Hope.”
"I hope that the money for the project will be donated. It is also my small wish to send beautiful flowers to Miss Yan." Song Chao took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his slender eyes showing no emotion, "After so many years, Miss Yan still doesn't care. Are you willing to accept my pursuit?"
Yan Xi smiled and said, "Is Mr. Song joking?"
"No, I'm never kidding," Song Chao lightly tapped the table with his index finger, "I not only want to pursue Miss Yan, but also want to cooperate with Ling Zun in business, but I don't know if Miss Yan is willing to give me this thin noodles?"
Threatening her with her father's career? This Song Dynasty thought she was playing a domineering president drama, or did she think she was very timid
"Mr. Song, please discuss with my father about business matters. I can't do this," Yan Xi chuckled. "As for what Mr. Song wants to pursue me, I'm really sorry, but I can't agree."
"Oh?" Song Chao didn't get angry, but chuckled softly, "As the saying goes, if you see people's hearts over time, I believe that Miss Yan will one day be truly touched by me."
"I'm sorry, I'm too family-oriented," Yan Xi touched the succulent plants on the table, "It's not suitable for aristocratic families, Mr. Song please stop in moderation."
"Miss Yan..."
Song Chao suddenly laughed when he heard the busy tone from the phone. Back then, this woman could make him wait like a fool for hours, which was still a bit special.
Is the concept of door ranking too heavy
He put down his mobile phone, and he didn't plan to marry her to enter the door. The first thing is not so important.
"Mr. Yan," the staff knocked on the door outside the office, "you are about to put on your makeup."
"Okay, thank you, I'll come right over." Yan Xi got up and went to the dressing room. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the two makeup artists talking about Li Jiayu. When she came in, the makeup artist didn't stop talking, but asked her if she knew Song Ci. .
"I don't know Song Poetry, but I have memorized Tang Poems and Song Poetry." Yan Xi sat on the makeup chair and did not join the gossip team.
"What Tang poetry and Song poetry, Mr. Yan, we are talking about Li Jiayu's boyfriend before his death," the makeup artist swept Yan Xi's face with a makeup brush. Yan Xi was worried that she was too obsessed with gossip and used her face as a spice. plate to use.
"Someone made a big news today. It turns out that Li Jiayu had been dating Song Ci, the son of the wealthy Song family, but it was not exposed. Two days ago, a reporter photographed Song Ci and a popular actress holding hands at the airport, so now everyone They all suspect that Li Jiayu jumped off the building and committed suicide because he was betrayed by her boyfriend." Speaking of which, the makeup artist couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "How can these rich and powerful sons be trusted, but it's a pity that Li Jiayu is beautiful and talented, so she was planted in emotionally."
No wonder Li Jiayu is seven or eight years younger than Shen Xingyan. She can't compare to Shen Xingyan in terms of seniority, typhoon, and hosting skills, but she can compete with Shen Xingyan and even have a relationship with the fashion industry. It turns out that there are people in the family.
The deceased is the greatest. Everyone kept these words in their hearts and didn't say them, but it didn't mean that everyone didn't understand.
Yan Xi felt that these revelations were a bit subtle. Even if Li Jiayu was really cuckolded by her wealthy boyfriend, with her current status, popularity and courage, it is unlikely that she would commit suicide because of a man.
However, she has never been in contact with Li Jiayu, all this is just her guess.
While listening to the makeup artist's gossip, Yan Xi took out his mobile phone and swiped at Weibo, which was indeed full of various revelations, and even posted photos and biographies of several main heirs of the Song family.
After reading the gossip information, I realized that the Song Dynasty was not the only heir to the Song family. In addition to him, the Song family has three candidates for heirs, Song Ci, Song Poetry, and Song Fu. Yan Xi had reason to suspect that the people who named these four juniors were fans of the history of the Song Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty was his favorite junior.
These four people are cousins, the eldest of Song Ci, the second child of Song Shi, the third child of Song Fu, and the youngest of Song Dynasty, but I have to admit that in this information on the heirs of the Song family posted by enthusiastic netizens, Song Dynasty has the best appearance and academic background. The tallest, most perfect looking noble boy.
Compared with the Song Dynasty, the other three have stains that cannot be washed cleanly.
Under this revelation on Weibo, countless netizens have called Song Chao's husband in a mocking tone, as if he is the clear stream of the wealthy family, the king of the noble prince, and the sought-after item of the diamond king's fifth middle school.
This kind of style of stepping on three people and pulling one person out is a rotten method in the entertainment industry for a long time, but because these four people are the heirs of wealthy families with their own gold halo, and the Song Dynasty has a handsome face, there is no such thing as Any netizens think this is a malicious step on.
It can be seen that money and beauty are the thickest and most powerful filters in the world.
Turning off these true and false gossip leaks, Yan Xi clicked on the WeChat chat box and sent Yuan Yi an emoji.
"What's the matter?" The family sat at the dining table, and Yuan Bo noticed that Yuan Yi had clicked on his phone.
"It's nothing," Yuan Yi took the phone, stood up and said, "I have breakfast late, I'm not hungry yet, you guys eat slowly."
Yan Xi: [Big Brother]
Looking at this dogleg's expression, Yuan Yi knew that Yan Dogleg must have something to ask him. He thought about it and changed Yan Xi's name to Yan Dogleg.
He looked around in the emoji package, and chose an emoji of an emperor to go back to.
Yuan Xiaoer: [If there is something to play, I will retreat if there is nothing to do]
Yan Dogleg: Please, what will be the tragic end of refusing the pursuit of rich and noble sons? Is it too late to let my dad sell his wealth now
Yuan Yi was stunned, who the hell would go after her with such poor eyesight
Just as he was about to ask who it was, Yan Xi sent another message.
Yan Dogleg: I'm going to record the show, and we'll talk after the "Noon News" is over.
Walking to the living room sofa and sitting down, Yuan Yi turned on the TV, and found that there were a few advertisements with normal-looking paintings on the Eighth Station of the Imperial Capital, and the products were still from the Song family industry.
Yuan Yi's heart was empty for a while, and then he felt suffocated again. He read the WeChat message from Yan Xi several times over and over, and replied with a stern face: "Who wants to pursue you?"
There was no reply there.
Not long after, the familiar opening song of "Noon News" sounded, and soon Yan Xi's face appeared on the TV.
Yuan Yi has always felt that the content of "Noon News" is not interesting, especially today's issue is particularly annoying.
Is there any good news for the leaders to attend the completion ceremony? Is there no news to say? It takes two or three minutes to say that the sugarcane has forked, is there something wrong? And dogs can go to the market to buy breakfast by themselves, parrots can read poetry, what kind of mess is this
"Yuan Xiaoer, is there a thorn on the sofa?" Yuan Bo came over after dinner and saw Yuan Yi rubbing against the sofa, "Go to the room to rest if you can't sit still." He reached for the remote control.
"Don't move," Yuan Yi held down the remote control, "This news is quite interesting."
Yuan Bo turned his head to watch the TV. The host was explaining the square dance aunt in a park and was about to perform on a TV station. In the camera, these aunts are wearing fuchsia performance costumes, holding big fans, swaying and swinging human-shaped fan circles, with bright smiles on their faces.
Is this news interesting
Yuan Bo feels that the depth of the generation gap between himself and his younger brother is roughly equivalent to the Mariana Trench.