One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Seeing her daughter eat two bowls of rice, Song Hai said cheerfully: "It seems that my cooking skills have not declined in recent years."

Yan Xi put down his chopsticks, got up to clean up the dishes, Song Hai hurriedly said: "Little girl's house, wash what bowls, don't hurt your hands, go upstairs and play by yourself." He took the dishes and chopsticks in Yan Xi's hand. As I walked toward the kitchen, I was talking about girls to raise their hands carefully.

Listening to Song Hai's rants, Yan Xi followed to the kitchen and talked with Song Hai about household affairs. Song Hai talked about the company, talked about his friends, and finally said, "Do you want to get familiar with the business in the advanced company, and these things will be yours in the future, so you have to be familiar with it."

"Dad, you are still young," Yan Xi smiled. "When you are in your sevens and eighties, consider letting me be your successor."

Being coaxed with a smile by his daughter, Song Hai put the cleaned and dried bowl into the cupboard and looked at her daughter's fair face. His heart was full of pride. Her daughter is weak and weak. He, a father, needs to earn more home. Karma, so that my daughter can have more things with her.

Song Hai, who couldn’t wait to let his daughter chew the old, saw that Yan Xi did not have the heart to go to his own company to be the crown prince. He could only express a little bit of disappointment that his daughter would do whatever he wanted. He was a very open-minded father and would never point fingers. .

The father and daughter haven't gotten along well for many years, but the atmosphere is very pleasant. The next morning, Yan Xi didn't wake up until nine o'clock in his sleep. The father and daughter took their cards to the major shopping malls and went to the top of the shopping malls.

In the afternoon, Song Hai insisted on taking Yan Xi to buy jewelry, on the grounds that his daughter, Song Hai, must not wrong herself in dressing.

Song Hai, who is a famous brand and also wears a brand-name diamond watch in his hand, enters the jewelry store, and his face seems to have the three characters "I'm wronged" automatically written on his face, and is warmly received by the shopping guide.

"Yan Yan, buy whatever you like, don't save me money." Song Hai took a sip of the coffee brought by the shopping guide, put the coffee cup aside, and pointed to a shiny diamond necklace on the leaflet. "This is beautiful, try Yan Yan."

Yan Xi looked at the necklace, the only feature was...flashing.

Who can wear this kind of necklace except for special occasions?

"Dad, I don't like this." Pushing down Song Hai's eager purse, Yan Xi chose a ring with a simple and elegant design. "I want this."

"Buy if you like."

Yan Xi knew that her father wanted to make up for all the regrets that she had been unable to get along with all these years, so even though she had a lot of jewelry left by her mother, she still followed her father's heart and came here to pick jewelry.

But this style, which is very local at a glance, does challenge her aesthetics.

“Ling Qianjin’s vision is really good. This is a new limited edition released by our company’s chief designer this month. There are only three in the country.” The shopping guide exaggerated how Yan Xi’s fingers are beautiful and how they match the ring, and asked the assistant to fetch the ring. Yan Xi tried it on.

At first, she thought that this was the godfather and daughter of the two wealthy circles, but she didn't expect them to be their biological father and daughter. Probably because the two people's bodies are too different, people subconsciously ruled out their blood relationship, but when they looked closer, the corners of their eyes and brows were indeed somewhat similar, but the father's face was too fat, and the facial features were a little out of shape.

For Song Hai, boasting about Yanxi was more effective than boasting him, so in the end he ordered a pair of earrings for Yan Xi.

Yan Xi felt feverish on her face, and turned her head to look aside, hoping that this shopping guide would stop boasting.

"Mr. Yuan, this is the necklace you ordered. Are there any dissatisfactions?" The manager took out a brocade box from the safe and gently handed it to Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi opened the box and glanced twice, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

The manager took a sigh of relief and handed the various certificates to the assistant beside Yuan Yi, "We still have new jewelry of this month here. If you need it, Mr. Yuan, I'll let someone bring it in for you to choose."

"No," Yuan Yi stood up. "My mother always likes your company's jewelry. If you have the latest design, you can send the brochure to your mother and she will choose it."

"It is an honor for Madam Yuan to like the works of Midian. Today, Madam Mi will send someone to send it to Madam Yuan." The manager was overjoyed and got up to send Yuan Yi out of the guest room. When passing by the lobby, he saw a fat man. The fat middle-aged man is carrying two or three jewelry bags in his hand, and he is also holding a beautiful little girl in his hand. The little girl looked pleasing to the eye, delicate and fragile, but obviously the man next to her valued her and persuaded her to choose more.

The manager has long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of matches between young and old, beautiful and ugly. He has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. He stretched out his hand and made a request, "Mr. Hara, please here."

Yuan Yi, who was walking in front, paused slightly. He glanced over the men and women not far away, turning his head and striding out.

The assistant quickly followed.

"Mr. Yuan, please go slowly." The manager bowed and turned to see the fat man and young woman walking towards the door.

"Dad, you are so easy to be fooled, how did the company start?" Yan Xi looked at the bag in Song Hai's hand. It was all money.

She has never had a hard time since she was a child. Even when she was a child, the family conditions were average and her parents were very spoiled. Later, she went to the sea with her mother, and her mother opened a gallery. The business was very good, and even gradually became famous in the art world. Therefore, her mother’s financial situation was also very good, and her father had to give her a lot of calls every month. Money, she never worried about money.

Not worrying about money does not mean that she likes to spend money indiscriminately.

"The shopping guide is very discerning, and the things they sell are beautiful. It doesn't matter if you buy a few more." Song Hai opened the car door with a smile, let Yan Xi sit in, and then sit in with him, "Tomorrow I will go to the company for a meeting. Do you have any familiar friends here in Beijing, or I will arrange an assistant to accompany you to go shopping."

"No, I will make an appointment with my friends for dinner tomorrow," Yan Xi explained, "I have two friends in university. After graduation, I came to work in the Imperial Capital. Hearing that I want to return to the Imperial Capital, I had an appointment long ago. You Don't worry, I won't be bored."

"That's good," Song Hai relaxed, "and your former junior high school classmates, if you have a good relationship, you can also contact."

"That's all a few years ago, so there is no contact information." She left the imperial capital at the age of fifteen. At that time, she had just been in the first year of high school for half a year. Now nearly nine years have passed, even if there are a few good friends. The relationship has faded a long time ago.

She studied in Haishi for a graduate student with good or bad majors. Now that she finished her studies, she didn't know what to do for a while.

After returning home, Yan Xi closed the door, reached into the collar, pulled left and right, pulled the underwear out of the neckline and threw it on the bed, sat cross-legged in the chair, and turned on the computer.

After logging in to the communication software, the message prompt sounded non-stop, she put the headset on her head, crackling and typing.

She is an amateur painter, and sometimes draws cute posts on Weibo, but it may be because many people are under a lot of pressure in real life. Her small comics, which are not very professional, are actually quite good. Popular, Weibo not only has nearly a million fans, but also signed a publishing contract with the publishing house a few days ago, and the editor urged her to submit the manuscript every day.

After posting a cute paragraph drawn earlier on the Internet, Yan Xi ignored the various reminders edited on the communication software, opened the game client, and called the game player, and went to the wild to chase down his opponent.

Soon there was a lot of scolding in the world.

"You are a ladyboy, elder sister, I am a girl, pure!" After taking a lollipop and putting it in his mouth, Yan Xi bought a tracer at the mall and continued to chase and kill her.

After closing the game, Yan Xi remembered that she hadn't removed her makeup yet, so she went to the bathroom to wash her face, put on a mask and started to brush Weibo.

More than an hour has passed since her sprouting comics. Five or six hundred comments have been posted on Weibo, and two to three thousand comments have been posted. Most of them screamed cute and cute, and some criticized her for her poor level. Was sprayed back by her silly fans.

In response to several popular comments, Yan Xi dialed the phone of his friend Tao Ru on the speakerphone.

"Dahe!" Soon after the call was picked up, Tao Ru's loud voice came out, "You finally called me. My sister almost thought you were missing."

"What's missing?" Yan Xi removed the mask from her face and patted her face lightly. "I will come out for dinner tomorrow. You have a treat."

"You have arrived in the imperial capital?" Tao Ru's voice was a little bit of joy, "Okay, tomorrow I will be on vacation, and I will call Yang Min again. The three of us have a good time together."

The two chatted for a while, Tao Ru hesitated, "Are you planning to work and develop in the Imperial Capital?"

"Well," Yan Xi wrapped the phone in a piece of paper, and went to the bathroom to wash her face and hands. "My mother is no longer there. I will work in the Imperial Capital, so I can accompany my dad more."

"That's fine, we will have more opportunities to meet in the future," Tao Ru didn't want to mention Yan Xi's sadness, so he turned the subject off, and the two chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

Early the next morning, when Yan Xi woke up, Song Hai was no longer at home, and his breakfast was on the table.

After Yan Xi had breakfast, he went upstairs to change clothes and put on makeup before leaving the house.

There was a red coupe parked in the garage, which Song Hai specially prepared for his daughter. Yan Xi opened the car door and sat on it. The height of the seat was just right, and it was easy to drive.

It can be seen that Song Hai's care in preparing this car.

Although the three friends hadn't seen each other for more than a year, they didn't feel any awkwardness after sitting together, as if they had never separated.

"Hey, look at this," Yang Min put the phone in the middle.

Yan Xi craned his neck and saw that it was an article that counted the popular styles of teenagers in the past two decades.

One of them is a strange look. The hair is dyed like a traffic light, and the long hair stands upright. The aesthetics are unforgettable after a glance.

"Ten years ago, some unscrupulous teenagers in our school loved this style." Yan Xi pointed to the screen of his mobile phone. "In the past, there was a high school bully in our school. I found it."

"What happened later?" Tao Ru asked interestedly. Most of the students who dared to keep this hairstyle back then did not dare to mess with it.

"Later, there is no more after," Yan Xi put his cheek in one hand, recalling the distant years, "I didn't say anything, two teachers came over, berating him not to bully me, until I walked away, he was still twice. A teacher surrounded."

Yang Min and Tao Ru looked at Yan Xi's innocent and weak face, and they were somewhat speechless.

"What did you do when you ran over the fence?"

"Of course it's skipping class." Yan Xi replied confidently.