One Can’t Judge by Appearance

"Yuan Xiaoer, tell me the truth, what do you think?" Zhang Wang watched Yuan Yi divide the fruit into equal pieces, "Do you want to keep going like this?"

Putting the fruit on the plate, Yuan Yi didn't speak.

He doesn't want to talk, or he doesn't know what to say.

When the setting sun went down, when Yan Xi opened his eyes, he saw the afterglow of the sun stubbornly crawling into the room from the gap between the curtains, leaving a long orange light on the wall. The room was very quiet, and she even smelled the faint fragrance of books coming from the direction of the bookshelf. In addition to books in various languages, there are also folders and portfolios in this study, which Yan Xi guessed may be related to Yuan Yi's work.

For people with the identity of Yuan Yi, it is very unwise to leave an outsider in the study alone. She looked down at her body. There were two blankets on it. She remembered that Yuan Xiaoer threw one to her before she fell asleep.

Could it be that Yuan Xiaoer built her up after she fell asleep?

Getting up and putting the blanket on the massage chair, she walked to the window and opened the thick curtains.

The flaming sunset glowed into the room, and she blinked, with an inexplicable sense of pleasure, probably because after sleeping full, both the mind and the body were satisfied.

"you're awake?"

Looking back at the man standing at the entrance of the study, Yan Xi tilted her head and smiled before saying, "Yeah."

At this moment, Yan Xi in Yuan Yi's eyes seemed to glow.

"Your view of this villa is very wide," Yan Xi took out his phone and took a picture. "It's been a long time since I saw such a beautiful sunset."

Yuan Yi wants to ask her, do you like this house very much?

But seeing Yan Xi taking pictures seriously, he swallowed these words back, bowed his head and knocked on the door, "I'm going to have dinner."

"Okay," Yan Xi put away the phone, stacked up the two messy blankets, and followed Yuan Yi downstairs.

Looking at Yuan Yi's back, Yan Xi smiled. When Yuan Xiaoer didn't speak, he still looked very domineering president Faner. But I don't know if it's been a long time. The back of her head gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had seen this back figure full of elite taste, and the back of her head with meticulously trimmed hair.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't have a clue, Yan Xi thought, maybe Yuan Xiaoer is too good in figure, and she confuses him with the model on the fashion show.

The dinner tastes a bit light, but the few sons and brothers are not picky, and they are very easy to feed.

What they liked most was a dish of worthless kimchi. Yan Xi ate chopsticks and felt that the kimchi made by her father was even more delicious. The taste of these rich and expensive men also made her not understand.

"Brother Yi, I have a bar in my circle. We are going to join in the fun after dinner. Would you like to join us?" Xu Qiaosheng asked smoothly.

"Have you forgotten Yuan Xiaoer's bad habit of having to sleep before 11 o'clock in the evening?" Zhang Wang snorted, "Let him go clubbing at night, and only go back in the middle of the night, I am afraid it is more serious than killing him."

Yan Xi's action of picking up vegetables stopped. She tilted her head to look at Yuan Yi. He was immersed in eating, and did not react at all to Zhang Wang's words.

Last time his dad was drunk in the hotel, Yuan Xiaoer helped her take his dad home. It must be very late when he hurried home. And when she was injured and hospitalized, Yuan Yi was worried that she was unaccustomed to staying alone in the hospital for two nights. He stayed with her until very late. When her father came back on the third day, Yuan Xiaoer didn't accompany her again.

She didn't know Yuan Yi had such a habit, and Yuan Yi had never mentioned it to her.

"He still has this habit?" Yan Xi asked pretendingly curiously, "Can't stay up late?"

"As soon as he stayed up late, he had headaches and dizziness, and his intelligence declined," Zhang Wang smiled.

Yan Xi smiled, and didn't follow her words to make fun of Yuan Yi. As the person who broke the style of the former two old cadres, she really couldn't speak.

"Don't listen to him talking nonsense," Yuan Yi wiped the corners of his mouth, "what age is this, who has this habit."

Yan Xi looked at Yuan Yi, then looked at Zhang Wang, Zhang Wang met her eyes, and quickly avoided it, feeling embarrassed that the lie was exposed.

That is also true. In the current impetuous environment surrounded by the Internet, how many young people can insist on going to bed every day?

But what good is it for Zhang Wang to tell such a lie?

Zhang Wang glared at Yuan Yi with hatred of iron and steel. He actually let go of this good opportunity for the girl to sympathize and distress. What was in his mind, tofu dregs?

In front of your sweetheart, you don't want to be pitiful, and still want to embrace the beautiful woman?

Go dreaming!

Xu Qiaosheng, Zhu Han, and Yang Yu kept silent with interest. When Yuan Yi had his own plan, they didn't want to intervene too much, so as not to be unfavorable.

After dinner, Yan Xi got up to say goodbye and praised Aunt Li's cooking skills. Aunt Li smiled with joy.

"I'll send you out." Yuan Yi followed Yan Xi and walked out the door, the cool night breeze blowing on his face with a few chills. He saw that Yan Xi was only wearing a skirt, and the outer cloak was not so much insulation as an ornament: "Aren't you women afraid of cold?"

Yan Xi pulled on his cloak, turned his head and hummed softly, "I don't want you to ask me whether I'm cold or not."

Yuan Yi:...

It doesn't make sense to reason with a woman.

"Hey," Yan Xi got in the car and was about to leave. Seeing that Yuanyi was still standing on the spot, the ghostly rolled down the car window and stretched out his head to stop him.

"Yuan Xiaoer."

Yuan Yi folded his arms and raised his eyelids to look at Yan Xi: "What's the matter?"

"Do you really go to bed before eleven every night?"

Hearing this, Yuan Yi chuckled, and suddenly leaned over to Yan Xi, and stopped a dozen centimeters away from her, "Why do you care about my sleeping problem so much?"

These eyes are so deep.

After Yuan Yi approached, Yan Xi looked at his beautiful eyes, and only these thoughts in his heart.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Yuan Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Although you are not my type, but when I feel better, I can also think about it."

"Yuan Xiao Er," Yan Xi stretched out his hands from the window and gestured a long distance: "Your face is so big."

Yuan Yi put his face between her arms, "It turns out that my face is very small."

"Tsk, you're really getting shameless," Yan Xi pushed him farther away from him, retracted into the car, closed the window, backed up skillfully, sprayed Yuan Yi's exhaust gas, and walked away.

Yuan Yi touched his forehead and suddenly squatted on the ground.

After a long time, he blushed and stood up, and when he turned around, he found a few hairs peeking not far away.

Seeing what he found, the hair-boys shrank their heads one after another, looking like they hadn't seen anything.

Yuan Yi: Does he look like a fool?

Song family and Song Hai waited until their daughter came back. Seeing her face as usual, it didn't seem like something unhappy had happened, so he went upstairs to rest in peace. They didn't ask who was attending the party, let alone mention anything related to interests.

As a father, when his daughter interacts with others, he can't make her feel like a dwarf.

Perhaps it was because Yan Xi had been sleeping for too long in the afternoon, and Yan Xi was very energetic. He even drew a cute paragraph and posted it on Weibo.

Her Weibo has been noisy for a long time. At first, some people were still wondering what the relationship between her and Xu Qiaosheng was. Now these netizens have guessed that she is also a rich lady. Although she never took photos on Weibo or showed off her wealth, netizens still found clues.

Netizen 1: Bai Fumei, a blogger, is struggling for his hobbies every day. Why should I not work hard?

Netizen 2: Bai Fumei? The blogger knows exactly what it is. Fans shouldn't blow with their eyes closed. When the time comes, they won't be able to get off the stage. Where do they put their faces?

Netizen 3: The sour taste in the mouth upstairs is really strong. There have been screenshots of passers-by who proved that it was the small stream that the rich men paid attention to first, and then the small stream returned to the customs. I don’t know the others, at least one thing is certain. , The little stream should have a good relationship with these people. Even if some people are sour, it is useless.

Netizen 4: I just want to say that in a blurry photo of the painter, the watch on her wrist is a limited edition high-definition edition. There is also a photo taken on a desk with only a small corner exposed on the desk. The decorations are like good jade materials. Who is willing to use such good jade materials as paperweights? Therefore, some people who said that they were painting their hands and hugging their thighs stopped and disappeared. This is obviously the process of a group of young masters getting to know each other, and it is useless for us to envy.

No matter how fierce the online quarrel was, Yan Xi didn't respond to them either. She shut down Weibo and took a shower and went to bed.

No matter how many messages there are in the chat group, I don’t want to read too much.

When he returned to Taili the next day, Yan Xi became busy. Tonight, "Things Around" is on the satellite channel for the first time, and there is not much program material. She and Chen Pei have to think more about the content of the program.

"It's better to do a program about work and rest," Yan Xi explained when Chen Pei looked puzzled, "For example, the elderly always don't sleep well, the young people always stay up late or do not get enough sleep because of overtime work, and students because What do you think of the stress, leading to poor sleep quality?"

The elderly, the young, and the children, these three types of people are in different time periods. When their living arrangements are put together and compared, there will be a huge contrast. This kind of idea is indeed a bit new.

But how high is the visibility?

Chen Pei did not immediately raise an objection. She looked at the other team members: "What do you think?"

"It's not bad, at least there are some new ideas, and finally it is not the same," Zhao Peng said with Erlang's legs upright, "try it and you will know how effective it is."

"This is the first time we plan the content of the program since we went to the satellite station. Of course, we must be cautious." Chen Pei was a little unsure. "I think the delivery guy the last time worked is very effective. It's not as good as we are a courier in this issue. Even if it’s not a big word of mouth, it can at least guarantee that there will be no mistakes. This is a rare opportunity, and there must be no mistakes."

"Sister Chen, please relax. When our program failed to star, the program did not do a good job?" Zhao Peng frowned, "I think Xiaoyan's idea is very good. It mainly depends on how to select the material and the content. Can you impress the audience."

Chen Pei's heart trembled, yes, since she learned that the show could be on the stars, her heart has been floating, and it has never been true. Now that Zhao Peng asks what she has to say, she suddenly realizes that her mentality is wrong.

"Lao Zhao is right. What mentality we used to be, what mentality we should still have," Chen Pei turned to look at Yan Xi, "Since you proposed the idea for this episode, you can arrange the specific content."

"Thank Sister Chen." Yan Xi smiled at Chen Pei.

Chen Pei smiled and said nothing. Since Yan Xi entered the stage, her work has been smoother and smoother. She even became the director of "Noon News", so she values ​​Yan Xi's talents very much, and sometimes even disagrees with Yan Xi. Yan Xi’s thoughts will be discussed with Yan Xi instead of conflicting with her.

To put it awkwardly, as far as their eight channels are embarrassing, the only one who can tell is Yan Xi.

Yan Xi arranged six follow-ups and interview subjects for herself, two each, old, middle and young, and their living standards and environments were different.

She thought of a name for this show, called "Their Life".

The work of following the filming was very tiring. Yan Xi and several staff members of the program team spent three days to shoot the materials of the daily routines and habits of six people. On the last day, she followed a senior high school student. At the end of the work, the well-behaved little girl gave her a big rainbow wave candy.

Yan Xi took a selfie with Bobantang and put it on the Weibo account that hosted Yan Xi.

At this time, receiving a call from the Song Dynasty was not a joyous thing for Yan Xi.

"Ms. Yan is a filial daughter, don't you want to care about your father's work?" On the other end of the phone, Song Dynasty's voice was still soft and deep, very sexy, but Yan Xi was very bored, "Mr. Song, you are threatening me?"

"I think Miss Yan has always misunderstood me." Song Chao chuckled on the other side of the phone. "I have crushed you for ten years, so how can I be threatened?"

"Mr. Song still talk about the purpose," Yan Xi pursed the corner of her mouth. This is a small gesture when she suppressed her emotions, "I have poor patience."

"I have no purpose, I just want to invite Miss Yan to dinner," Song Chao reported an address, which was a famous restaurant in the emperor's name. "Miss Yan, please believe me. I have no malice against you, and I will not plot a bad idea."

Yan Xi sneered: "Well, since Mr. Song is kindly invited, I will definitely go to the banquet."

No matter how good a man looks, and no matter how good her appetite is, when he pretends to be deep, it makes Yan Xi lose interest.

The number of floors in the restaurant where we agreed to meet is very high, on the 68th floor.

When Yan Xi arrived, Song Chao was already sitting at the table. Seeing her coming, he handed out the menu in his hand: "I ordered a few dishes for Miss Yan, see if you don't like it."

"No, it's up to you," Yan Xi stretched out his hand to block the menu, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

Song Chao didn't care, and poured a glass of champagne for Yan Xi with a gentle smile: "The wine here is very good. Would you like to try it?"

"No, I like to drink iced plum juice," Yan Xi shook his napkin and spread it on his lap, then turned to the waiter standing next to him, "please give me a glass of plum juice, thank you."

Putting down the wine glass, Song Chao gave a chuckle: "Miss Yan is still the same as before, and she is not polite when she refuses."

"You said that love letter back then?"

"Sorry, I didn't receive your love letter back then."