One Can’t Judge by Appearance

"Yuan Xiaoer, do you like me?" The moss-grown wall and the plane tree leaning against the wall. Yan Xi stood under the phoenix tree, and the dawn was tinged with a faint yellow color, as if it had dyed Yan Xi with a layer of holy light.

Yuan Yi couldn't feel the temperature of the sun, he looked at Yan Xi awkwardly: "What are you thinking, how can I like you?"

Hearing these words, the smile on Yan Xi's face slowly dissipated. She stared at him blankly, as if sad and angry, his figure looked very embarrassed in her clear eyes.

Patter.

Tears ran across her white cheeks and splashed on the dead leaves on the ground.

"You, don't cry." Yuan Yi felt the pain in his heart like a needle prick, so he hurriedly took out a handkerchief, but felt empty on his body. In a hurry, he had to stretch out his hand to wipe her tears. Tears were warm and hot, and Yuan Yi felt that he could smell the bitterness and saltiness in his tears.

"Then do you like me?" The woman in front of her had big watery eyes, her eyes full of grievances.

Yuan Yi opened his mouth wide and wanted to say "I don't like it", but the moist and warm fingertips made him unable to say these three words.

"I, I, I..."

"I like..." Yuan Yi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for several minutes, before he recovered from this somewhat absurd dream. He slowly got up from the bed, put on his robe at will, and went to the bathroom.

After washing, Yuan Yi rubbed his aching temples, opened the door and walked out.

Yuan Yasen glanced at his second son who came downstairs, his tone was very calm: "It's almost noon to get up, do you usually manage the company with this lazy attitude?"

"Dad, I just took a part-time job in Changfeng, what difference does it make if I am or not?" Yuan Yi's face was a little pale, he went to the dining chair and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and ate the breakfast that Aunt Li brought up.

"Didn't you invest in several companies yourself?" Yuan Yasen never asked about his son's business. Seeing that he is now lax, he couldn't help but say a few more words, "If the company can't go on, you will return The head office is staying well."

"I don't need it for the time being," Yuan Yitou said without raising his head. "The benefits of the industry under my name are pretty good."

Yuan Yasen thought that Yuan Yi was dying to face and suffer, and he made up his mind to make him suffer more setbacks before he knew that starting a business was not easy. "After breakfast, come to the study room, I have something to tell you."

"Okay." Yuan Yi took a sip of millet porridge. The porridge was so thick that he wanted to drink more.

Half an hour later, the father and son were sitting opposite each other in the study, and the atmosphere was a little cold.

"Your mother is reluctant to move out," Yuan Yasen frowned as he looked at the son in front of him, "What do you think?"

"Dad, I'm twenty-seven this year," Yuan Yi replied calmly, "it's time to move out to live long ago."

Yuan Yasen found that he couldn't see the joy and anger of his second son, as if he was just stating a fact, with no other meaning. In my memory, the child who would talk back to him and make trouble for him had grown up unknowingly, but it was his father who felt like a dream.

"I don't mean to interfere with your life," Yuan Yasen pondered for a moment, "but as a son, you should consider your mother's feelings before doing things."

Yuan Yi watched him silently.

Yuan Yasen didn't want to meet his son's eyes inexplicably: "Second, your mother suffered a lot from being pregnant with you, and because of your dystocia and bleeding, you almost lost your life. Don't do things that disappoint me."

"Dad," Yuan Yi smiled suddenly, "Isn't this to blame you? If you didn't let my mother get pregnant and didn't let her give birth to me, how could she suffer such a crime?"

"Second, the more you speak now, the less plausible you are now," Yuan Yasen sank his face, "Get out!"

Yuan Yi did not see the slightest anger: "Dad, being irritable is bad for your health."

When Yuan Yasen turned his head to look at Yuan Yi again, he had already got up and walked out of the study without turning his head back.

"Unfilial son!" Yuan Yasen endured for a long time before cursing in a low voice. Hearing the sound of high heels coming from outside the door, knowing that his wife Xu Ya was back, he took a deep breath and tried to make his face look better before he got up and walked out.

"Yasen, I don't think Xiao Yi's face is very good, is he sick?" Xu Ya asked her husband a little worriedly when she saw her husband walk out of the study, "Should I call the family doctor to show him."

Yuan Yasen stretched out his hand to support her, "It's okay, don't worry too much, are you tired after walking in the street for so long?"

Xu Ya frowned, and only after taking out her mobile phone to call the family doctor, did she return to the room with Yuan Yasen.

In the Imperial TV building, Yan Xi looked at the calla lily in the hands of the flower delivery staff and randomly signed a name on the confirmation sheet: "I don't want the flowers. You can take them and deal with them as you please."

The flower delivery guy was stunned. He rarely encountered such a situation. He didn't know what to say for a while, "I'm sorry, there is no such rule in this shop."

"Well, I shouldn't embarrass you so much," Yan Xi took the bouquet and said to the florist. "The flowers in your store are beautiful. I have no opinion on your flowers."

After speaking, she threw the flowers into the trash can and stepped on the flowers by the way.

After stepping on it, Yan Xi turned his head and smiled to the flower delivery clerk: "Thank you for your hard work."

Flower sender: "No, it's not hard."

This bouquet is very valuable. It was transported by high-level designation and then airlifted. Unexpectedly, it turned around and was thrown into the trash can. At this moment, he suddenly had the urge to refute certain prejudiced statements on the Internet. Who said that men can chase women after money? How confident is this?

After the flower delivery staff left, the other people in the station came over very gossiping: "You are so horrible to destroy the flowers, Xiaoyan, you are very devilish."

"I haven't seen the female devil in the TV series. I like the demon leader of the famous sect, the leader of the martial arts?" Yan Xi put her hands around her chest, and her tone was a little light. "The female devil will not be happy with the demon leader ."

Everyone knows that Yan Xi didn't like this flower-giving suitor, and didn't take her words to heart. After joking, he forgot about it.

Yan Xi returned to the office and saw a text message from Song Dynasty on his work phone.

Song Dynasty: Do you like today's flowers?

She stared at the text message for two minutes and dialed Song Chao's phone.

After the phone rang, Song Chao waited a full half a minute before pressing the call button. Before saying anything, he smiled: "Miss Yan."

"Mr. Song," Yan Xi was unmoved by the **** voice of the Song Dynasty. In their industry, there are too many men with good voices. Song Dynasty's voice has little influence on her, "I don't like flowers. Save this money and donate it to Project Hope."

"I hope that the money for the project will be donated. It is also my careful wish to send beautiful flowers to Miss Yan." Song Chao took off the glasses from the bridge of his nose, and there was no emotion in his slender eyes. "After so many years, Miss Yan still doesn't Willing to accept my pursuit?"

Yan Xi smiled and said, "Mr. Song is joking?"

"No, I never make a joke," Song Chao's index finger lightly tapped the desktop, "I not only want to pursue Miss Yan, but also want to cooperate with my father in business. I just don't know if Miss Yan is willing to give me this thin face?"

Threatening her dad's career? This Song Dynasty thought she was acting in a domineering presidential drama, or did she think she was very courageous?

"Mr. Song, please discuss business matters with my father. I can't be the master." Yan Xi chuckled. "As for Mr. Song's pursuit of my business, I'm really sorry, I can't agree."

"Oh?" Song Dynasty didn't get angry, but chuckled. "As the saying goes, seeing people's hearts over time, I believe Miss Yan will one day be truly moved by me."

"I'm sorry, I'm too serious about my family." Yan Xi touched the succulents on the table. "The rich family is not suitable. Please Mr. Song is enough."

"Miss Yan..."

Song Chao listened to the busy tone from the phone and suddenly laughed. Back then, this woman made him wait for hours like a fool, but she was still something special.

Is the family concept too heavy?

He put down the phone, and he didn't plan to marry her in the door. The family is not so important.

"Ms. Yan," the staff knocked on the door outside the office, "you are going to prepare for makeup."

"Okay, thank you, I'll come over right away." Yan Xi got up and went to the dressing room. As soon as he entered the door, he heard two makeup artists talking about Li Jiayu. Seeing her come in, the makeup artist did not stop talking, but asked her if she knew Song Ci .

"I don't know Song Ci, but I have memorized Tang Poems and Song Ci." Yan Xi leaned on the makeup chair and did not join the gossip team.

"What Tang poetry and Song poetry? Teacher Yan, we are talking about Li Jiayu's boyfriend before his death." The makeup artist swept Yan Xi's face with her makeup brush. Yan Xi was a little worried that she was too obsessed with gossip and used her face as a seasoning. Disk to use.

"Someone picked up the anecdote today. It turns out that Li Jiayu had been dating Song Ci, the son of the wealthy Song family, during his lifetime, but it was not exposed. Two days ago, a reporter photographed Song Ci closely holding hands with a popular actress at the airport, so now everyone They all suspect that Li Jiayu was betrayed by her boyfriend, so she couldn't help but commit suicide." At this point, the makeup artist couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. Up the feelings."

No wonder Li Jiayu is seven or eight years younger than Shen Xingyan, less than Shen Xingyan than seniority, typhoon, and mastering skills, but he can challenge Shen Xingyan and even get involved with the fashion circle. It turns out that there are people in the family.

The deceased is the big one, and everyone held back these words in their hearts, but it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't understand them.

Yan Xi felt that these revelations were a bit subtle. Even if Li Jiayu was really put on a green hat by her wealthy boyfriend, with her current status, popularity and courage, it is unlikely that she would commit suicide because of a man.

But she has never had contact with Li Jiayu, all this is just her guess.

While listening to the makeup artist's gossip, Yan Xi took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo at will. It was full of various revelations, and some people even posted photos and life stories of the main heirs of the Song family.

After reading the gossip materials, it turned out that the Song Dynasty was not the only heir to the Song family. In addition to him, the Song family has three alternative successors, Song Ci, Song Poem, and Song Fu. Yan Xi has reason to suspect that the people who named these four younger generations are fans of the Song Dynasty history, and the Song Dynasty is his favorite younger generation, no matter what poetry and songs it is, it is not as conspicuous as the Song Dynasty.

These four people are cousins, the oldest in Song Ci, the youngest in Song Shi, the youngest in Song Fu, and the youngest in Song Dynasty, but I have to admit that in this information posted by enthusiastic netizens on the heirs of the Song family, the Song Dynasty has the best appearance and education. The tallest and most perfect-looking noble son.

Compared with the Song Dynasty, the other three had stains that were not clean.

Under this revelation on Weibo, there have been countless netizens calling the husband of the Song Dynasty in a teasing tone, as if he was the clear stream among the wealthy, the king of the nobles, and the most sought-after item in the fifth of the diamond kings.

This style of stepping on three people and pulling one person out of the news is a trick that has long been used in the entertainment industry, but because these four people are rich heirs with their own golden halo, and the Song Dynasty has a handsome face, there is no Any netizen thinks this is a malicious pull.

It can be seen that money and beauty are the thickest and most powerful filters in the world.

Turning off these true and false gossips, Yan Xi clicked on the WeChat chat box and sent an emoticon to Yuan Yi.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Bo found that Yuan Yi had touched his phone when the family sat at the dining table.

"It's nothing," Yuan Yi stood up holding the phone and said, "I used breakfast late, and I am not hungry now. Eat slowly."

Yan Xi: [Big Brother]

Looking at the facial expression picture of this dogleg, Yuan Yi knew that Yan Gouchie must have something to ask him. He thought for a while, and changed Yan Xi's name to Yan Gouchi.

He looked around in the emoji package and chose an emoji picture of the emperor to go back to it.

Yuan Xiaoer: [If something happens, retreat if nothing happens]

Yan Gouquan: Ask, what will be the sad end if you refuse the pursuit of the rich and the nobles? Is it too late for my dad to become a seller?

Yuan Yi had a meal, who the **** would go after her if he didn't have such a long eye?

He just wanted to ask who it was when Yan Xi sent another message.

Yan Gouchi: I will record the show and talk about it after the "Noon News" is over.

Going to the living room and sitting down on the sofa, Yuan Yi turned on the TV and found that there were a few more advertisements that looked normal in the style of the picture in the eight stations of the Imperial Capital. Among them, the products were from the Song family industry.

Yuan Yi's heart fell for a while, and for a while he felt depressed. He tossed over and read the WeChat sent by Yan Xi several times, and sternly returned a message: "Who wants to pursue you?"

There was no reply there.

Before long, the familiar opening tune of "Noon News" sounded, and soon Yan Xi's face appeared on TV.

Yuan Yi has always felt that the content of "Noon News" is unattractive, especially today's issue is particularly annoying.

Is there anything good to report about the completion ceremony that the leaders will attend? Is there no news to say? The sugar cane has a bifurcation and it takes two or three minutes to say, is there something wrong with it? And dogs can go to the market to buy breakfast by themselves, and parrots can read poetry. What's the mess?

"Yuan Xiaoer, there are thorns on the sofa?" Yuan Bo came over after eating, seeing Yuan Yi rubbing on the sofa, "If you can't sit still, go to the room to rest." As he said, he reached for the remote control.

"Don't move," Yuan Yi held down the remote control, "this news is quite interesting."

Yuan Bo turned his head to watch TV. The host was explaining that the square dancer in a certain park was about to appear on a certain TV station to participate in a show. In the camera, these aunts are wearing fuchsia costumes, holding big fans, swaying in human-shaped fan circles, with bright smiles on their faces.

This news is interesting?

Hiroshi Hara feels that the depth of the generation gap between himself and his younger brother is roughly equivalent to the Mariana Trench.