Accidental Love

After confirming this, Zheng Shuyi's heart was filled with throbbing joy.

She was holding the tea cup, her eyes slowly shifting from Shi Yan's face to the cup.

The orange tea was reflected in her smiling eyes.

Zheng Shuyi chuckled, and in order to keep silent, he could only take a sip.

She didn't realize the beauty of good tea, but with the words of Shi Yan, Zheng Shuyi felt that the tea was very comfortable to drink.

"Well, it's delicious." Zheng Shuyi looked down, his mouth curled slightly, "It smells like snow, I like it very much."

At this time, the banquet looked plain. After a drink, he got up and said: "You talk, I'll go to the balcony."

"Hmm."

Zheng Shuyi nodded, "I see."

Shi Yan glanced at the top of her head lightly, and walked quickly toward the balcony without saying anything.

He found a recliner, sat down slowly, relaxed and straightened his legs, watching the fallen leaves outside the window.

In the ear, the woman's voice was soft and flexible, touching the vitality of this empty old house that hadn't sounded for a long time.

In the morning, the sun is full, and through the five-color glass of the old house, the dust becomes lovely, jumping in the colorful light.

——

Guan Xiangcheng said that he talked casually, and the topic was not limited to a certain range, sometimes accurately pointed out the current market changes, and sometimes talked about the mistakes made by the situation when he was young.

Time passed quietly in the chat between the two people, sometimes mixed with laughter and laughter, without knowing that the noon sun had shone on the roof.

Shi Yan's shirt was warmly tanned. Looking back, Zheng Shuyi didn't know when he took his hair back at random, revealing a whole face, and his eyes looked at Guan Xiangcheng with bright eyes.

The nanny walked over softly and saw that the two were talking very happily, so he had to look at Shi Yan.

Shi Yan nodded to the nanny, put down his phone, got up and walked towards the living room.

"Yes, my first pot of gold is the 435 yuan, who would have thought that it has now doubled to today's Guan's capital."

Zheng Shuyi was very supportive, and he clapped vigorously with a "pop", accompanied by a "wow!", the mood was high and the tone was high.

――Suddenly, Shi Yan who passed by her was slightly frightened.

Shi Yan stopped, rubbed his brow bones, and said solemnly, "Zheng Shuyi, you are enough."

Zheng Shuyi's expression instantly solidified, and when he raised his head, he saw Shi Yan's slightly disgusting eyes.

"It's dinner." Shi Yan's voice swept over her head, looking at Guan Xiangcheng.

"Hi, I forgot this time." Guan Xiangcheng slowly sat up with his knees on his knees, "It's okay not to say it, but I'm really hungry when I say it."

"Yeah." Zheng Shuyi turned off the recorder, packed up his things and got up, "I had a good chat with you today. I will sort out the manuscript for you to review as soon as possible."

She picked up the bag, "Then I won't bother."

"Hey, the dinner is all on the table. Let's go after dinner." Guan Xiangcheng pointed to Shiyan, "He is not in a hurry."

Zheng Shuyi looked towards Shiyan. He was already in the dining room, standing at the table with his head down, intervening slowly with a towel.

He didn't look here, and didn't say anything.

Since Guan Xiangcheng's family has few people all the time, a small table has been added to the dining room, which is only enough for four or five people.

Therefore, after he sat down with Shi Yan, Zheng Shuyi sat next to Shi Yan.

There were four or five dishes on the table, all of which were light in taste. Guan Xiangcheng didn't have the habit of not eating and sleeping. He wiped his hands, peeled off the boiled shrimp, and said, "Shuyi, how old are you?"

"Twenty-five." Zheng Shuyi said, "what's the matter?"

"Well, it's almost as I imagined." Guan Xiangcheng nodded, "It's exactly the same as Shiyan's zodiac."

Zheng Shuyi blinked and looked at Shi Yan subconsciously.

He lowered his head and held the vegetable, silent, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Hmm..." Zheng Shuyi whispered, "I think too."

From the occasional conversations at Guan Xiangcheng's dinner table, Zheng Shuyi understood that he still thought he had that kind of relationship with Shi Yan.

But Guan Xiangcheng is not a person who is keen to use junior relationships as a source of teasing, and occasionally in a few words, but not straightforwardly point out.

Shi Yan couldn't point out the rebuttal.

Just like on the day of the racecourse, if Shi Yan broke through at this moment, Guan Xiangcheng would be embarrassed instead.

Zheng Shuyi wanted to laugh whenever he saw Shi Yan unable to answer the conversation.

Since she provoked this scene, she will go on acting it.

"I've been in contact with a lot of reporters." Guan Xiangcheng mentioned in the middle of his speech, "Old friends I have known before have worked for many years, but in the end they changed their careers."

"Especially in this era, when the paper media is declining, journalists are no longer the mouthpiece of society as before, and it is not easy for girls to persevere."

Zheng Shuyi answered, "In fact, most of the reporters in our magazine are still girls."

She glanced at Shiyan, meaning, "and they are all pretty."

"Well, this is also the case." Shi Yan did not speak, and Guan Xiangcheng didn't know the purpose of Zheng Shuyi's words, so he said, "It's also a kind of unspoken rule to be well-groomed. Who doesn't like looking at beautiful girls during interviews? ."

Zheng Shuyi poked the chopsticks at the ribs, "Well, Shi always likes good-looking female reporters."

Shi Yan finally stopped being silent and turned his head and glanced at Zheng Shuyi.

The meaning of the warning is self-evident.

"Isn't it?" Zheng Shuyi raised his head to face him, "The intern who attended the press conference with me last time, didn't you stare at them for a long time?"

"Oh?" Guan Xiangcheng said slowly, "Is there anything else?"

Shi Yan stared at Zheng Shuyi closely, and the two looked at each other. Zheng Shuyi was inexplicably guilty when he saw him. His momentum gradually weakened, and he lowered his head to bite his ribs.

Shi Yan retracted his gaze and said faintly, "No."

"Yes." Zheng Shuyi buried his head and answered, "You also asked me where my family went. I said they were uncomfortable and went home, but you also asked where they were uncomfortable."

Guan Xiangcheng's gaze gradually showed a sense of exploration, and he patrolled between the two of them.

Zheng Shuyi didn't look up, but he could feel Shi Yan's gaze on him.

She does not look up.

As long as you don't look at him, your momentum will not be weak.

After a while, Shi Yan's tongue touched the back molars, and said every word: "I am teasing you."

"Really?"

Zheng Shuyi really didn't know whether he was rounding up his image in front of Guan Xiangcheng or was telling the truth.

Then he looked at him with scorching eyes.

Looking at her eyes, staring at each other for a moment, the chopsticks in his hand were lowered, and the eyelids were lifted, "Then how can you believe it?"

With your attitude, ghosts believe.

Zheng Shuyi quietly turned aside and said nothing.

I thought this topic would just go around like this.

Suddenly, Zheng Shuyi pointed to the boiled shrimp on the table and said, "Then I want to eat this."

When Shi Yan just picked up his chopsticks, he made a halt and turned his head to look at her again.

Zheng Shuyi blinked, with an innocent look, and repeated: "I want to eat shrimp."

The two of them stared at each other at this moment, like a silent game in front of Guan Xiangcheng.

And girls naturally have some advantages.

Shi Yan stared at her closely, step by step backing down in the flash of her pupils.

A bright red shrimp appeared in the bowl.

Zheng Shuyi took an inch and said, "You won't peel it for me..."

Suddenly seeing Shi Yan's gaze, Zheng Shuyi stopped.

He lowered his head, took the towel and wiped his hands again, carefully peeling the shrimp shells.

But he didn't put it in his own mouth, but put it in the bowl of Shiyan.

"give."

——

After the meal, Zheng Shuyi really couldn't stay anymore.

She simply packed up her things and left with Shi Yan.

The driver had already drove the car to the door and waited.

Shi Yan walked quickly, opened the car door in three or two steps, and then turned back a little impatiently.

"boarding."

Zheng Shuyi thought about getting into the car and leaving, but when he heard his tone, his steps stopped moving.

She looked at Shi Yan, her hands behind her back, and she didn't realize that her voice was a little pretentious.

"The weather is good today, the sun is so big, it makes people feel comfortable."

"I don't want to take a car, I want to take a walk."

She took a step forward slowly, "Why don't you walk with me."

A gust of wind moved, and several dead leaves fell to the ground again and rustle.

Shi Yan held up the car door, turned his head to look at Zheng Shuyi for a long time, and then slowly said, "Zheng Shuyi, can't you be satisfied with making heaven and earth?"

Zheng Shuyi: "..."

Perhaps it was the great victory at the dinner table that gave her full courage. She stared at Shi Yan and said: "I am not only making heaven and earth, I also make poetry."

Shi Yan was silent, looking at her with some frivolous eyes.

Zheng Shuyi said word by word: "Shuyi doesn't know Jiang Chengyuan, Shi's Xiaoyan is jealous of Xue."

"..."

The fallen leaves of the big tree didn't seem to dare to fall, and they were hanging in the top of the tree.

When Zheng Shuyi spoke, he suddenly shook his heart.

After a long silence, Shi Yan narrowed his eyes, slowly lowered his hand, and walked towards her step by step.

Seeing his aura, as if he was about to eat people, Zheng Shuyi persuaded him and took a step back silently.

But she couldn't retreat and was easily grabbed by his wrist.

Then drag it to the car.

"boarding."

Zheng Shuyi's heartbeat was abrupt, so he didn't dare to struggle, and sat on it properly.

Subsequently, the door was closed hard.

Shi Yan stood outside, looking at her coldly.

Through the window, his eyes looked terrifying, and Zheng Shuyi unconsciously shrank his neck.

After a long time, he finally stopped looking at Zheng Shuyi tightly, raised his hand and knocked on the front window.

The car drove away slowly under his captivating gaze.

Zheng Shuyi lay on the car window, watching Shi Yan's figure gradually diminish.

But that breath seems to have been hanging around her all the time.

If Liang Jingru's sister gave another chance, she vowed that she would never waste her courage like this again.

——

This afternoon, Zheng Shuyi sorted out the manuscripts at home peacefully.

The conversation between her and Guan Xiangcheng was in the recorder. Although the content was not compact, but the amount of information was quite large, she quickly sank in.

The hour hand went round and round, and the sky darkened.

The clouds obscured the sun, and only a few turbid lights showed through.

The room was so quiet that a second ticking sound could be heard.

Suddenly there was a voice in the recorder that did not belong to Zheng Shuyi and Guan Xiangcheng.

――"Zheng Shuyi, you are enough."

Zheng Shuyi quickly returned to his senses, raised his head and rubbed his eyes, sighed deeply, and then squatted on the table. I'd listened to it if I knew it, but it was enough.

Ugh.

It's all right now, and I'm probably playing off again.

Early the next morning, Zheng Shuyi took his first draft to the magazine.

She wrote late last night. She woke up in the morning and was not in good spirits. She walked all the way to the work station with Hache, and when she sat down, she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Monday syndrome, tsk tsk." Kong Nan was infected by Zheng Shuyi and yawned together, his face was full of sleepiness, "Last night I stayed up late to watch the show, only went to bed at three o'clock, almost couldn't get up in the morning, and didn't even wash my hair. What about you, what are you doing, how come you are so sleepless?"

Zheng Shuyi stared at the computer for a while before saying, "Write a manuscript."

"Is the interview going well?" Kong Nan whispered, "Isn't there any moths this time?"

"..."

Zheng Shuyi lowered his eyes and snorted softly, "It went well. The manuscript was sent to the editor last night."

It was only Monday, and the office was already busy, with typing sounds all around.

Zheng Shuyi was still a little sleepy, turned his neck and looked to the other side.

At the other end of the office area, Xu Yuling came early, holding a cup of coffee, and was chatting with her intern there.

Unlike Zheng Shuyi, she looks very energetic today. She wore a light yellow chiffon shirt and was blown with tassels by the air conditioner.

The words "Chunfeng proud" were clearly written on his face.

Just in time, Xu Yuling also glanced over there, and happened to meet Zheng Shuyi.

Xu Yuling's eyes are big and eyelashes are planted. When the eyelids are lifted and closed, the gaze looks unkind, which makes the person under scrutiny very uncomfortable.

Zheng Shuyi didn't know what she was proud of, turned her head away, picked up the cup and walked towards the pantry.

She had no appetite in the morning, and she was not able to eat anything, so she planned to make herself a cup of cereal.

The hot water rushed out, and there was a sound of high heels behind him at the same time.

Zheng Shuyi didn't need to look back to know who it was.

"I heard that you had an interview yesterday?" Xu Yuling asked casually.

Zheng Shuyi didn't look back: "Yeah."

"You really are, it's the end of this year, and you still fight like this."

Xu Yuling didn't leave after receiving the water, so she leaned against the cabinet, "I don't have any good resources at the moment, and I can't get the important pages after doing an interview. It's better to take a good rest."

Zheng Shuyi stirred the cereal and was about to talk when Xu Yuling suddenly stood up straight and hurriedly walked out.

Zheng Shuyi looked back, and it turned out that Tang Yi came.

Xu Yuling didn't even take the cup, and called "Editor-in-Chief" from a distance, and followed her into the office.

——

There is a regular meeting at 9:30 in the morning on Monday. Before that, it is not easy to do anything in this fragmentary time. Everyone is a little loose, getting together in twos and threes.

Qin Shiyue was late for another few minutes. When he walked into the company, Zheng Shuyi, Kong Nan and some other people were standing and chatting on the balcony.

She put down her bag and walked over with a box of chocolates to invite everyone to eat.

Everyone was sharing chocolates, a sudden movement came from the editor-in-chief's office, and then the sound of a heavy door slam alarmed everyone.

Seeing that it was Xu Yuling, Kong Nan coughed and muttered: "Why slammed the door again? Will she pay if the editor's office broke?"

At first, someone wanted to answer Kong Nan's words, but when Xu Yu walked towards them in a desperate manner, they closed their mouths.

She stared at Zheng Shuyi steadily, her high heels seemed to be piercing the ground, and walked towards her step by step.

Everyone saw that her footsteps were a little shaky, but they didn't know that she was already trembling with anger in Tang Yi's office just now.

At the end of the year, all walks of life are sprinting for KPIs.

Columnists are no exception. Xu Yuling didn't have a key page this year. Fortunately, after she cried out with the editor-in-chief, she got the final reprint at the end of the year, which is a top priority.

She also paid a lot for this task, cleared up a lot of contacts, even bought a brand-name bag for the middleman, and finally contacted the co-founders of three commercial banks and conducted a concentrated interview.

The gold content is so great that she is confident that she can get rid of Zheng Shuyi's repression in the past two years by turning over this time.

Who knows, she took the manuscript to Tang Yi confidently, but was told that the key layout at the end of the year was Zheng Shuyi's.

She was not reconciled, not upset, and asked how Tang Yi turned her back.

Tang Yi was rather impatient and asked her to go to the editor-in-chief.

"I submitted Guan Xiangcheng's interview draft this morning. You said you are the editor-in-chief, how do you arrange it?"

Xu Yuling suddenly buzzed in his mind, as if he was in an ice cellar.

This sentence broke Xu Yuling's struggling intention, but it also aroused heavier hostility.

She went straight to Zheng Shuyi and pushed open the balcony door. Her chest was violently up and down, and the door behind her shook, making a creaking sound.

Everyone looked at her.

Zheng Shuyi held a piece of chocolate in his hand, knowing that Xu Yuling was coming for her, but did not speak, just looked at her.

"Yes, Zheng Shuyi." Xu Yuling tilted her head and sneered. "Even Guan Xiangcheng's contacts have been unblocked."

Zheng Shuyi took a bite of chocolate and nodded, "I'm lucky these days."

"Good luck?" Xu Yuling sneered, "How many years has Guan Xiangcheng not appeared in front of the media? Tell me this is luck?"

Zheng Shuyi raised his eyes and turned her faintly, "What do you think?"

Xu Yuling folded her arms and looked up and down Zheng Shuyi, "Who doesn't know that reporter Zheng Da is beautiful and moving. I am afraid that he has used his advantages to the extreme. No wonder he has been dressed up recently, but there is always no one to see after get off work."

This is not cryptic, even vicious, not to mention that Kong Nan immediately turned black when he heard it, and even the other group of people frowned.

They are all colleagues, so speaking like this is too ugly.

The person involved, Zheng Shuyi, chewed up the chocolate in his mouth, swallowed it slowly, and wiped his hands with the tissue.

Then he said slowly: "If I rely on beauty to do my job, do you think you can stand in front of me and talk?"