"Yuan Xiaoer, tell me the truth, what do you think?" Zhang Wang watched Yuan Yi divide the fruit into equal-sized pieces, "Do you want to keep doing this?"
Putting the fruit on the plate, Yuan Yi did not speak.
He didn't want to talk, or he didn't know what to say.
When the sun went down, when Yan Xi opened his eyes, he saw the afterglow of the sun stubbornly crawling into the room through the gap between the curtains, leaving a long orange-red light on the wall. The room was very quiet, and she could even smell the faint scent of books coming from the direction of the bookshelf. In addition to books in various languages, there are also some folders and portfolios in this study. Yan Xi guessed that these may be related to Yuan Yi's work.
For a person of Yuan Yi's identity, it is very unwise to leave an outsider alone in the study. She looked down at her body, and there were two blankets on them. She remembered that before she fell asleep, Yuan Xiaoer threw one to her.
Could it be that Yuan Xiaoer built it for her after she fell asleep
Getting up and putting the blanket on the massage chair, she walked to the window and opened the thick curtains.
The flaming sunset glowed into the room, and she blinked, feeling an indescribable sense of pleasure, probably because after she had slept enough, her spirit and body were satisfied.
"you're awake?"
Looking back at the man standing at the door of the study, Yan Xi tilted his head and smiled before saying a word: "Well."
At this moment, Yan Xi in Yuan Yi's eyes seemed to glow.
"The view of your villa is very wide," Yan Xi took out his mobile phone and took a picture, "I haven't seen such a beautiful sunset for a long time."
Yuan Yi wanted to ask her, do you like this house very much
But seeing Yan Xi's seriousness in taking pictures, he swallowed the words and knocked on the door with his head down, "It's time to prepare dinner."
"Okay," Yan Xi put away his phone, folded the two messed up blankets, and followed Yuan Yi downstairs.
Looking at Yuan Yi's back, Yan Xi smiled. When Yuan Xiaoer didn't speak, he still looked like a domineering president. But I don't know if it's been a long time, this back of the head gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had seen this kind of elite back, and the back of the head with meticulously trimmed hair.
After thinking about it for a long time, she had no idea. Yan Xi thought that it was probably because Yuan Xiaoer was in such a good shape that she confused him with the models on the fashion show.
The taste of dinner is light, but the young masters are not picky, and they are very easy to eat.
What they liked most was a dish of cheap kimchi. Yan Xi ate a chopstick and felt that the kimchi made by her father was more delicious. The taste of these rich and noble sons also made her not quite understand.
"Brother Yi, I have a bar in one of my circles. After dinner, we plan to join in the fun. Would you like to come with us?" Xu Qiaosheng asked casually.
"You forgot the broken habit of Yuan Xiaoer who had to go to bed before eleven o'clock at night?" Zhang Wang clicked, "Let him go clubbing at night and go back in the middle of the night, I'm afraid it's more serious than killing him."
Yan Xi's action of adding vegetables stopped, she turned her head to look at Yuan Yi, he was burying his head in eating, and he didn't react at all to Zhang Wang's words.
The last time his father was drunk in the hotel, Yuan Xiaoer helped her take his father home, and it must be very late when he got home. And when she was injured and hospitalized, Yuan Yi worried that she would not be used to being alone in the hospital for two nights, and stayed with her until late. When her father came back on the third day, Yuan Xiaoer stopped accompanying her.
She didn't know Yuan Yi had such a habit, and Yuan Yi never mentioned it to her.
"He still has this habit?" Yan Xi asked pretending to be curious, "Can't stay up late?"
"As soon as he stayed up late, he had headaches, dizziness, and mental decline," Zhang Wang said with a smile. "At such a young age, he was living the life of a veteran cadre ahead of schedule."
Yan Xi smiled and didn't make fun of Yuan Yi along with Zhang Wang's words. As a person who broke the style of the old cadre of the former junior second, she really couldn't speak.
"Don't listen to his nonsense," Yuan Yi wiped the corners of his mouth, "What age is this, who would have such a habit."
Yan Xi looked at Yuan Yi, then looked at Zhang Wang, and when Zhang Wang met her eyes, he quickly avoided it, as if he was embarrassed when his lies were exposed.
That is true, in the current impetuous environment surrounded by the Internet, how many young people can insist on going to bed on time every day
But what good was Zhang Wang telling such a lie
Zhang Wangheng glared at Yuan Yi sternly. He actually let go of such a good opportunity to make the girl feel sympathetic and distressed. What was in his mind, tofu scum
In front of your sweetheart, you don't want to be flattered and pretend to be pitiful, and you still want to hold the beautiful woman back
Go dream!
Xu Qiaosheng, Zhu Han, and Yang Yu kept silent knowingly. When Yuan Yi had his own plans, they didn't want to intervene too much, so as not to be a disservice.
After dinner, Yan Xi got up to say goodbye, and especially praised Aunt Li's cooking skills. Aunt Li smiled and rolled her eyes.
"I'll take you out." Yuan Yi followed behind Yan Xi and walked out the door, the cool night wind blowing on his face, with a little chill. He saw that Yan Xi was wearing only a skirt, and the cloak outside was not so much insulation as an ornament: "Aren't you women afraid of cold?"
Yan Xi pulled on the cape, turned her head and hummed, "I don't want you to ask me if I'm cold or not."
Original Game: …
It doesn't make sense to reason with a woman.
"Hey," Yan Xi got into the car and was about to leave quickly, when he saw Yuan Yi still standing there, he rolled down the car window by surprise, stuck out his head and stopped him.
"The original second."
Yuan Yi folded his arms and raised his eyelids to look at Yan Xi: "What's the matter?"
"You really go to bed before eleven every night?"
Hearing this, Yuan Yi chuckled, suddenly leaned over to Yan Xi, and stopped a dozen centimeters away from her: "Why do you care so much about my sleep?"
Those eyes are so deep.
After Yuan Yi approached, Yan Xi looked at his good-looking eyes and thought about this.
"Could it be... you want to be my girlfriend?" Yuan Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Although you're not my type, I can think about it when I'm in a better mood."
"Yuan Xiaoer," Yan Xi stretched out his hands from the window and gestured a long distance: "Your face is so big."
Yuan Yi put his face between her arms, "It turns out that my face is very small."
"Tsk, you're getting more and more shameless," Yan Xi pushed him away from him, retracted into the car, closed the window, reversed the car skillfully, sprayed Yuan Yi's exhaust on his face, and walked away.
Yuan Yi touched his patted forehead and suddenly squatted on the ground.
After a long time, he stood up blushing, and when he turned around, he found a few small hairs peeking not far away.
Seeing that he found out, the young people retracted their heads one after another, looking like they didn't see anything.
Yuan Yi: Does he look like a fool
Song Family, Song Hai waited until her daughter came back, saw her expression as usual, and it didn't seem like something unpleasant had happened, so they went upstairs to rest in peace, without asking who was attending the party, let alone anything related to interests.
As a father, he couldn't make his daughter feel like a dwarf when she was interacting with others.
Maybe it was because he slept too long in the afternoon, but Yan Xi's spirit was exceptionally good, and he even drew a cute joke and posted it on Weibo.
Her Weibo post has long been noisy. At first, some people were still curious about her relationship with Xu Qiaosheng. Now these netizens have guessed that she is also a wealthy eldest lady. Although she never posted photos on Weibo or showed off her wealth, netizens still found clues.
Netizen 1: Bai Fumei, a blogger, is fighting for her hobbies every day. What reason do I have for not working hard
Netizen 2: Bai Fumei? What is it, the blogger knows in his heart. Fans don't blow with their eyes closed. When they can't get off the stage, where should they put their faces
Netizen 3: The sour taste in the mouth upstairs is really heavy. There have long been screenshots of passers-by to prove that it was the small stream that the rich and powerful sons first paid attention to, and then the small stream returned to the customs. I don't know the rest, at least one thing is certain. , Xiaoxiu should have a good relationship with these people. Even if some people are sour, it is useless.
Netizen 4: I just want to say that in a blurry photo of this artist, the watch on her wrist is a limited edition couture, and in a photo of a desk, only a little corner of the desk is exposed. Ornaments are like good jade materials. Who would be willing to use such good jade materials as paperweights? So some people who say that painters hug their thighs stop and stop. This is obviously the process of a group of sons and daughters getting to know each other. It is useless for us to envy.
No matter how fierce the online quarrel was, Yan Xi didn't pay any attention to them. She closed Weibo and went to bed.
No matter how much news there is in the chat group, I don't read it, it's boring to read too much.
Back in Taili the next day, Yan Xi started to get busy. Tonight, "Things Around You" is on the satellite channel for the first time, and there is not much material for the program. She and Chen Pei have to think more about the content of the program.
"It's better to do a program about work and rest," Yan Xi explained when she saw Chen Pei's puzzled face, "For example, the elderly always can't sleep well, young people always stay up late or lack sleep because of overtime work, and students because of the lack of sleep. How do you feel about the stress and poor sleep quality?"
The elderly, young people, and children, these three types of people are in different time periods. When their living arrangements are compared together, there will be huge contrasts. This idea is indeed somewhat innovative.
But how visible is it
Chen Pei did not immediately raise any objections. She looked at the other team members: "What do you think?"
"It's not bad, at least there are some new ideas, and finally it's not the same," Zhao Peng said with Erlang's legs crossed, "try it and you'll know how it works."
"This is the first time we plan the content of the program since we joined the satellite station, of course we have to be careful," Chen Pei felt a little uneasy, "I think the food delivery man I did last time worked very well, it's not as good as we do courier this time. Even if it doesn't get word-of-mouth, at least it can guarantee that there will be no mistakes. This opportunity is rare, and there must be no mistakes."
"Sister Chen, just relax. When our show failed to get stars in the past, didn't the show do a good job?" Zhao Peng frowned, "I think Xiaoyan's idea is very good, it mainly depends on how to choose materials and content. Can you impress the audience?"
Chen Pei's heart trembled, yes, ever since she learned that the show could be starred, her heart has been floating, and it has never been implemented. Now that Zhao Peng asked the question, she suddenly realized that her mentality was wrong.
"Old Zhao is right, what kind of mentality we were in the past, what kind of mentality we should be now," Chen Pei turned to look at Yan Xi, "Since you proposed the idea of this program, you can arrange the specific content."
"Thank you Sister Chen." Yan Xi smiled at Chen Pei.
Chen Pei smiled and did not speak. Since Yan Xi entered the stage, her work has become more and more smooth, and she even became the director of "Noon News", so she values Yan Xi's talent very much, sometimes even if she does not agree with Yan Xi The idea of will also be discussed with Yan Xi to do things, rather than conflict with her.
To put it horribly, in terms of their embarrassing status quo on Channel 8, the only one who can do it is Yan Xi.
Yan Xi arranged for herself six follow-up and interview subjects, two each of the old, middle and young, and their living standards and environments were not the same.
She thought of a name for the show, "Their Lives".
The work of following the filming was very tiring. Yan Xi and several staff members of the show team took three full days to film the living habits of the six people. On the last day, she followed a high school student. At the end of the work, the well-behaved little girl gave her a big rainbow wave candy.
Yan Xi took a selfie with Bo Bantang and put it on the Weibo account of host Yan Xi.
It was not too happy for Yan Xi to receive a call from Song Chao at this time.
"Miss Yan is a filial daughter, don't you want to care about your father's work?" On the other end of the phone, Song Chao's voice was still soft and low, extremely sexy, but Yan Xi was very bored, "Mr. Song, you are threatening me?"
"I think Miss Yan has always misunderstood me." Song Chao chuckled on the other end of the phone, "I have had a crush on you for ten years, so why would I be willing to threaten?"
"Mr. Song is still talking about what the purpose is," Yan Xi pursed the corners of her mouth, which was a small gesture when she suppressed her emotions, "I have poor patience."
"There is no purpose, I just want to invite Miss Yan to dinner," Song Chao reported an address, which is a famous restaurant in the imperial capital, "Miss Yan, please believe me, I have no ill intentions towards you, and I will not conspire."
Yan Xi sneered: "Okay, since Mr. Song invited me warmly, I will definitely go to the banquet."
No matter how good-looking a man is, no matter how he suits her appetite, when he pretends to be deep, Yan Xi loses interest.
The restaurant where we agreed to meet is very high, on the sixty-eighth floor.
When Yan Xi arrived, Song Chao was already sitting at the table. When he saw her coming, he handed out the menu in his hand: "I ordered a few dishes for Miss Yan, see what you don't like."
"No need, you can do what you want," Yan Xi reached out to stop the menu, but didn't reach out to pick it up.
Song Chao didn't care, he poured a glass of champagne for Yan Xi with a gentle smile: "The wine here is very good, would you like to try it?"
"No, I like to drink iced plum juice," Yan Xi shook the napkin and spread it on his lap, turning to the waiter standing next to him, "Please give me a glass of sour plum juice, thank you."
Putting down the wine glass, Song Chao chuckled lightly: "Miss Yan is still the same as back then, she was rude when she rejected people."
"You said that love letter from that year?"
"Sorry, I didn't receive your love letter back then."