One Can’t Judge by Appearance

"It seems that my sense of existence is still too low," Song Chao laughed lightly, "Ms. Yan is sitting in front of me and can't even notice me."

This is a bit ambiguous. Yan Xi swept his colleagues in the advertising department from the corner of his eyes, and stood up and said, "Mr. Song is really joking. It's not a coincidence that my show is not ready yet. Now I have to go back and speed up production. , Disaccompanied."

Song Chao then got up from the sofa and graciously sent Yan Xi to the door: "Miss Yan, is it an honor to treat you to a light meal tonight?"

Yan Xi was about to refuse, when the phone rang, she apologized to Song Chao and walked to the side to answer the phone.

Song Dynasty vaguely heard Yan Xi calling the person on the mobile phone as Mr. Yuan, he didn't know why, he even thought of Yuan Yi. Before university, he was always better than Yuan Yi. Who in the circle mentioned Yuan Yi did not sigh. I don’t know when Yuan Yi started to walk back to the right path. Not only did he create some famous names in the business world, he also became a comparison target for many peers.

He, a child of someone else's family, watched as his old classmate, who was not as good as his own, became a child of someone else's family. When he returned to China this time, he often heard some people say how the original second child was, but he highly praised Yuan Yi.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I have an appointment with a friend tonight," Yan Xi hung up and walked to Song Dynasty, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Since Miss Yan has no time, the next appointment will be the same," Song Chao took out his mobile phone, "Can you leave Miss Yan a contact method?"

Yan Xi read a series of numbers, and she nodded to Song Chao: "Goodbye, be out of company."

"See you next time," Song Chao watched Yan Xi leave. Looking at the phone number, he sent a message to the other party's cell phone.

"Sister Yan," seeing Yan Xi come back, "have the contract with the major client been signed?"

"Signed," Yan Xi realized that the water he had received was completely cold, and took the cup again, "not only a big customer, but also a handsome guy."

"I don't believe it," Xiao Yang looked suspicious, "If you were a handsome guy, would you be willing to come back so early?"

Yan Xi: What kind of misunderstanding does my colleague have about her?

Yuan Yi hasn't entered work for half an hour since he finished the call. He couldn't get in with the planning book in his hand. He clicked on WeChat, and it was full of messy messages. He clicked on Yanxi WeChat specially, and as expected, there was no new circle of friends to send out.

He clicked on Weibo, which he hadn't used for a long time, and searched for the word "Yan Xi". He actually found a Weibo account called Yan Xi, the host. I clicked in and found that Weibo was authenticated as the host of "Things Around", and it seemed that it was actually Yan Xi's account.

Looking at the Weibo content, there are only three in total, two of which are related to work. The first one was posted when I opened Weibo, with a lot of comments, but there were only 20,000 or 30,000 Weibo fans. Click on the comment area, it is all about the firefighter episode.

When the third Weibo was posted, there were only twenty or thirty messages left.

He stared at these three Weibo posts for a long time, and then clicked to follow them. There are still two hours before he and Yan Xi have an appointment for a meal, but he doesn't want to work at all now, maybe because he is a little tired.

Leaning on the chair, closing her eyes and resting her mind, all her thoughts were about what to say to Yan Xi later, what dishes to order, whether she would be satisfied with the taste of the dishes, and the innocent look of her staring at him.

Opening his eyes a little irritably, he picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair and strode out of the office.

[Yuan Xiaoer: I happened to pass by your TV station when I was working. You don't have to drive, just take my car. 】

When Yan Xi saw this text message, he didn't think much about it, and he directly responded with a good word.

Yuan Yi drove the car into the parking lot of the Imperial TV Building. As soon as he reached the passageway, several men walked out of it.

"Yuan Yi?" Song Chao stopped looking at the man in suit and leather shoes who didn't seem to be very close. If he hadn't seen Yuan Yi's current photo after returning home, he would definitely not recognize him.

The two had been high school classmates for three years. They didn't have much friendship. Now they are rivals in the market. Song Dynasty can hardly have a good impression of Yuan Yi.

After nine years, Yuan Yi didn't remember what Song Dynasty looked like. Now he saw a strange man calling him. He tilted his head slightly and his face was completely alienated.

"Classmates for three years, I haven't seen strangers for many years," Song Chao smiled, as if he didn't mind Yuan Yi's indifferent attitude, "I'm Song Dynasty."

"It turned out to be you," Yuan Yi put his hand in his pocket, his voice lazily low, "I heard that you started a business abroad, how is your development now?"

"There is no good motherland abroad," Song Chao smiled, "No matter how well developed abroad, I still want to return to serve the motherland in my heart."

"Oh," Yuan Yi glanced at him, "I thought you could not hang around abroad and had to go back to China to seek the blessing of your family..." He changed the subject, "But with Mr. Song's ability, there is definitely no such thing. thing."

The staff in the advertising department didn't know Yuan Yi's identity, but no one dared to talk nonsense when he saw his aura around him. They heard that Song Dynasty and this Mr. Yuan didn't seem to be in harmony, and they were shocked and worried, worrying that the two of them would pinch each other at the elevator entrance.

"Mr. Yuan came to the TV station to talk about cooperation, but he didn't even bring his assistant?" Song Chao knew that he couldn't continue talking with Yuan Yi. This man had a bad temper, and it would make it look bad that neither of them could come to the station.

"I'll pick up a friend for dinner," Yuan Yi turned his face to look very arrogant. "These small cooperations can be handed over to the people below, and I don't need to do it myself."

Song Chao pushed his glasses, his voice was slightly cold: "There are some things, it's better to do it yourself."

Before Yuan Yi could say anything, the phone rang.

"Mr. Yuan, have you arrived at the parking lot? I'm sorry, I'll get down right away."

"Yeah, good." Yuan Yi hung up, took the phone and walked to the side to stand still.

Seeing him half-dead and unwilling to take care of others' stinky appearance, Song Chao almost didn't catch the smile on his face, turned around and walked out. After so many years, this person just seems to behave, but what he has done still makes him displeased.

"You don't need to send it again, please come back." Song Chao turned to the humanity of the advertising department, "Your program is very exciting, especially Miss Yan's program, which is very interesting."

Standing in the corner, Yuan Yi suddenly raised his head to look at Song Chao, with a pair of black and white eyes that were surprisingly bright. But soon he lowered his head and leaned lazily against the wall, still showing no expression on his face.

After sitting back in the car, Song Chao's smile disappeared without a trace. He took off his glasses, opened the window, and looked at the elevator entrance, "Wait." He wanted to know who Yuan Yi was looking at. .

If you can...

Yan Xi walked out of the elevator and saw Yuan Yi lazily leaning against the wall, "Mr. Yuan, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Yuan Yi opened his eyes, glanced over Yan Xi's straight and slender legs, and slowly said, "Your legs are short, and I forgive you."

A short ball of yarn, her long legs are the envy of countless people, where are they short?

"I think..." Yan Xi patted her knee, "The length of my legs is pretty good."

Yuan Yi raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

Yan Xi smiled with her face in her arms, "Of course, it can't be compared with you." Looking at Yuan Yi's long and **** legs, she can ignore the fact that he said her legs are short.

"Let's go," Yuan Yi felt that he shouldn't care about long and short legs with a woman, that would be too masculine. "I planned to invite you to dinner on the weekend, but tomorrow I am going abroad for business, so I had to make an appointment in advance. ."

"In fact, if you don't have time, it doesn't matter if you don't ask." Yan Xi gave a dry cough, "Friends, don't worry about such trivial matters."

"Friend?" Yuan Yi stepped forward. He was more than half a head above Yan Xi, making Yan Xi suddenly feel oppressed.

Could it be that the cautious thought of holding her thigh was seen through?

"I've never made friends of the opposite sex," Yuan Yi turned away and walked, Yan Xi couldn't see his expression.

"But because you want to be my friend, I can barely admit that you are my friend."

Should I thank Lord Longen?

Yan Xi ran two steps to keep up: "Mr. Yuan, I know your legs are long, but can you go slower?"

Yuan Yi suddenly stopped and Yan Xi almost ran into his back. Fortunately, she was strong and she covered her nose in time, so that no accidental physical contact occurred.

"Call your sir among friends?"

"It's not a husband, it's Mr. Yuan," she is a young single dog with gold and diamonds, so she should not call other men her husband casually, and then she won't know who will suffer. "Well...I call you Yuan Yi?"

Yuan Yi didn't say anything yet, she whispered: "It sounds like you are willing."

"Whatever your name is," Yuan Yi put his hand in his trouser pocket, showing his coldness, "Go, get in the car."

"Can I call you Yuan Xiaoer?"

"Then I call you Yan Dahe, are you willing?"

"Then what's unwilling to do? My friends call me that, but Dahe and Xiaoxi call me as you like."

"..."

He knew that this woman was not normal. A woman was called Dahe all day long. It sounds so good?

Why is she not called Pacific.

Song Chao watched with cold eyes as Yan Xi and Yuan Yi got into the car noisily. Although they couldn't hear what they said, judging from the manner in which they talked, they should be very familiar. Thinking of Yan Xi's politeness and politeness when facing him, the expression on his face was even colder.

Click.

The lens of the glasses was pinched out of the frame, and he threw the glasses out of the car window in disgust. Song Chao felt a little pleased when he heard the sound of things hitting the ground. He rubbed his temples and concealed the coldness in his eyes, "Go home."

"Yes." In the quiet car, the assistant's answer sounded.

After a meal, Yan Xi found that Yuan Yi had at least drunk a large bottle of drink: "Yuan Xiaoer, can't you eat spicy food?"

"Can you change your name?" Yuan Yi wiped his mouth clean. Yuan Er, Yi, Yuan Yi are all okay, why should he be called Yuan Xiao Er?

"I think the name Yuan Xiaoer is very cute," Yan Xi lowered his eyelids slightly, "If you... don't like it, then forget it."

Seeing her look aggrieved and sad, Yuan Yi knew very well that this woman was acting. But he held back for a long time, and only gritted his teeth and said: "How do you like to call it, don't use such messy adjectives as cute, can I use such a word to describe it?"

Looking at his red ears, Yan Xi nodded: "Oh."

The promise was quick, but the attitude was very perfunctory, and the expression was very disapproving.

Yuan Yi looked at her, unable to say a word for a long time, and finally turned around and settled the bill, and walked out of the restaurant with Yan Xi.

There is a movie city on the opposite side of the restaurant. Yuan Yi was dazzled by the flashing large screen outside the movie city. The ghost asked, "Should I go to the movies?"

"No, uncle, we don't make an appointment."