"Everyone, please go to the next meeting room to discuss the matter first. I'll be there in ten minutes." Shan Qihuan reacted quickly and directly ordered all the persons in charge to leave the office first.
Although he had not spent a long time with Shen Yuhan, he had heard Shen Yuhan call him "husband" in different tones in the past two days, but he had never heard this voice before. He felt something was wrong at the first moment, and then looking at his pale face and distracted eyes, it was even clearer that he was really scared by the nightmare, and it was a serious fright.
The subordinates filed out one after another. Everyone had guessed that it was the boss's wife who came out of the lounge, so they didn't dare to stay any longer.
I just sigh, it turns out that the boss and the boss's wife have such a good relationship. They call each other too intimately. I never knew their boss was so repressed.
Shan Qihuan walked in front of Shen Yuhan, and his tall figure blocked other people's view, blocking Shen Yuhan.
At this time, Shen Yuhan also came back to his senses from that short nightmare.
Everything in the dream was what he had actually experienced, so real that after waking up he could not tell whether it was a dream or reality and he ran out stupidly. For a moment his hands were not hands, his feet were not feet, and everything was still too unfamiliar.
Shan Qihuan placed his cool hand on his forehead: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Shen Yuhan gradually recovered. The cold sweat on his forehead had disappeared, but he was still very scared. He was barefoot and was about to cry. "I, I'm not wearing shoes..."
I still care about being seen barefoot.
There has always been an unwritten rule in Qi State that no matter whether it is a girl or a boy, their feet are not exposed and cannot be easily seen by men. If they are seen, they will be scolded for being indecent, which means that they are no longer innocent. No matter who sees it, the family will betroth the girl or boy to the man whose feet have been seen. The lucky ones will become a wife, and the miserable ones will become a concubine.
Except with Shan Qihuan, Shen Yuhan's feet had never been seen by other men. There were only two women in the group just now, and the rest were all men!
Shan Qihuan couldn't say anything harsh when he saw his pitiful appearance, fearing that he would burst into tears the next second. He said softly, "Then just put on your shoes."
Are nightmares so scary
Shen Yuhan obediently went into the lounge, found his shoes, and put on his socks and shoes.
He sniffed and held back his tears.
Now it is a modern society. Both men and women can wear sandals that reveal their feet. Some people even show their thighs, so feet don’t seem to be that important. His worries were a bit unnecessary. He was just really scared by the dream. Qingbai was fine, and his husband didn’t despise him.
When Shan Qihuan saw him come out, he knew that he was fine, except that his nose was a little red. Why was he so crybaby
Last time at the banquet, he didn't cry even when he was scolded, and he even pulled a handful of the lady's hair. It couldn't be that the water from the swimming pool got into his eyes and gave him the ability to cry whenever he wanted.
Are you really out of your mind
Shan Qihuan poured him a glass of water and told him the next arrangements: "I will take you downstairs later. The driver is waiting downstairs."
Shen Yuhan sat down and drank the warm water, then nodded: "Yeah." He was still a little confused.
Shan Qihuan called the internal line and said, "Bring the new access card to my office."
Qu Zhu brought a new multifunctional high-level access card, which allowed him to go to many places, but none of them were confidential.
After drinking the water, Shen Yuhan prepared to go downstairs with Shan Qihuan.
But Shan Qihuan saw that he was about to leave with nothing in his hands, so he asked, "Where's your cell phone? Did you take it with you?"
Shen Yuhan touched his pocket and remembered that he put his phone on the bedside table before going to bed. He was not very excited and said in a muffled voice: "I put it on the bedside table."
"Okay, I'll get it. You're so clumsy." I don't know how this guy grew up. He's so forgetful. No wonder he's so annoying.
Listening to Shan Qihuan's voice, Shen Yuhan's heart gradually calmed down.
When Shan Qihuan took out his cell phone, he also took out a shoulder bag given by a friend and handed it to Shen Yuhan: "Carry it, the cell phone is inside."
Shen Yuhan had never used such a bag before, and didn't know how to carry it, so he just carried it in his hand. Her husband was very considerate and even gave her a bag: "Thank you, husband."
Shan Qihuan is now getting more and more accustomed to the way Shen Yuhan addresses him.
It takes others 28 days to form a habit, but he only takes two days to adapt to others' habits.
Originally, Shan Qihuan wanted to let Shen Yuhan go down by himself, but seeing that he was in such a exhausted state, he simply sent him down. Anyway, he didn't know why he was already in the elevator when he came to his senses.
When closing the car door, Shan Qihuan said to Shen Yuhan: "Call me if you have anything, and go back by yourself at night."
Shen Yuhan nodded, her mood gradually improving under her husband's caring care: "I understand."
He gave Shan Qihuan a faint smile.
Shan Qihuan wanted to reach out and touch his face, but in the end he rationally closed the car door for Shen Yuhan.
He thought, maybe he was stupid for being bewitched by Shen Yuhan's smile.
In less than ten minutes, the whole company knew that the boss loved his wife very much.
Qu Zhu accidentally saw it in a company gossip group he was lurking in, reviewing the boss's behavior of buying a mobile phone.
Could it be that the boss was plotting something big, trying to get Shen Yuhan's share of the property? But the company's recent cash flow was still normal, and the bank loan was also going smoothly.
The boss is a man who never gets up early unless there is profit to be made. It seems that there is profit to be made.
Under Shan Qihuan's arrangement, Shen Yuhan returned to his calligraphy and painting training job. The small bag he was carrying contained a mobile phone and an access card for Shan Qihuan's company. He saw a billboard for related bags on the way here, and then he knew how to carry them.
The receptionist told him which classroom the painting class was in that afternoon: "Come with me."
Shen Yuhan no longer thought about the encounter with the bandits. He tried to divert his attention and asked the receptionist about the hard pen calligraphy course.
"I want to practice hard pen calligraphy, can I adjust the course?"
"Of course, you are my VIP member, you can take any courses you want. Do you want one-on-one or one-to-many?"
"One to many." He can observe other people's words and actions up close.
"You have three calligraphy classes this week. Which one do you want to switch to? Or add another one?"
"No need to add more. Just two hard pen lessons and one brush lesson will be enough." He has other classes to attend.
"Okay, I'll arrange it for you right away."
The Chinese painting class has five to ten students. When Shen Yuhan arrived, there was only one person in the classroom, an old lady in her sixties. When she saw Shen Yuhan come in, she greeted him with a smile. Shen Yuhan received kindness from a stranger.
There were not many people in the classroom, so grandma started chatting with Shen Yuhan.
Mainly, it was grandma who asked the questions and Shen Yuhan who answered them.
"Handsome boy, why are you here to learn Chinese painting? It's very different. There are not many young people who like Chinese painting."
"It's okay." Facing the enthusiasm of Shen Yuhan's grandmother, Shen Yuhan was relatively shy.
“Have you learned this before?”
"I learned a little."
"Your accent doesn't sound like a local."
"I guess so. I live here."
"What a handsome young man, are you dating? My granddaughter is studying at Beijing Normal University, she is about your age. Look, this is a photo of my granddaughter..."
"I have a partner."
"… "
The conversation came to an abrupt end.
At this time, several young people came into the classroom, two women and one man, and they seemed to know each other.
Sitting next to Shen Yuhan was a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing ripped jeans and chewing gum.
With the girls in the classroom, Shen Yuhan finally felt more comfortable and didn't feel so suffocated anymore.
This class did not start today. Shen Yuhan joined in halfway. However, it didn't matter since he had a foundation. For him, ink painting was used to cultivate his sentiments.
In this class, the teacher taught them how to draw shrimps. Shen Yuhan drew several of them with just a few strokes, and then put them together to form a picture.
After seeing Shen Yuhan's shrimp, the award-winning teacher quietly put away the work he had displayed on the stage, smiled stiffly and said, "It's a really good painting."
Shen Yuhan said that the teacher praised him too much.
The girl next to her couldn't finish drawing one after a long time, and the teacher walked away from Shen Yuhan to instruct the grandmother who kept asking questions.
When Shen Yuhan was looking at his own painting to see if there was anything he could improve on, the girl next to him came over and asked, "Hello, handsome guy. Your shrimp drawing is very good. Can you teach me?"
Shen Yuhan thought that the other party came at the right time: "Okay, I'll teach you how to draw shrimps, can you do me a favor too?"
The girl looked at Shen Yuhan and smiled: "Okay."
After Shen Yuhan gave her a few instructions, the girl finished the drawing. She also took the initiative to say that her name was Lin Meng.
Perhaps because he was facing a girl, Shen Yuhan was more natural and talked more than in the morning.
During the break, Shen Yuhan asked her how to use her cell phone.
Perhaps Shen Yuhan's accent didn't sound like a local, so Lin Meng thought he might have been living abroad and his Chinese was not very good. As for why he didn't know how to use a mobile phone, she didn't ask much. She also taught him how to register a WeChat account, and the two of them added each other on WeChat.
In just one afternoon, Shen Yuhan learned how to use Siri, scan and add friends using WeChat, send messages and emoticons, follow public accounts, and downloaded search software, news software and other social software on his phone.
After returning home in the evening, Shen Yuhan sat on the sofa and asked Siri to search for how to use WeChat. He had a lot of fun. It opened up a new world. It was really fun and had everything.
And he can now start to learn history seriously. What happened to the State of Qi in the end
At eight o'clock in the evening, car lights came on outside the floor-to-ceiling window. He heard the sound of wheels rolling over the ground, put on his slippers and went to open the door.
When Shan Qihuan came back drunk and saw Shen Yuhan's smiling face, the unpleasantness he encountered during the social event dissipated a lot.
Shen Yuhan naturally took his briefcase: "Hubby, you're back."
Shan Qihuan uttered a single sound, having drunk too much tonight: "Yeah."
The two entered the house one after the other. Shan Qihuan drank some white wine and felt a little uncomfortable in his head, so he sat on the sofa to rest. He didn't feel annoyed at all when he heard the sound of commercials coming from the TV.
Shen Yuhan put Shan Qihuan's briefcase aside and poured him a glass of water: "Hubby, drink some water."
"Thank you." After drinking the water, Shan Qihuan handed it to him and then met Shen Yuhan's bright eyes.
He was able to interpret the information in Shen Yuhan's eyes within two days: "What's the matter?"
Shen Yuhan picked up the phone on the table, sat next to Shan Qihuan, and said, unable to hide her excitement, "Honey, I want to add you on WeChat."
Shan Qihuan reached out and opened his QR code for him to scan: "Add me." Didn't he think of adding him at noon? His good mood improved a little.
When Shen Yuhan was learning how to use his mobile phone during the day, Lin Meng demonstrated how to add his number and her number. This was the first time Shen Yuhan learned how to add friends by himself.
Shan Qihuan was the first friend he added in the true sense, and he was her husband.
However, he had not yet learned how to use the input method, so he did not change the remark for Shan Qihuan, but Shan Qihuan changed a remark for him.
The liquor he drank tonight was a bit heavy, so he didn't think much about it. His fingers subconsciously typed two words in the note box.
—Wife.