Anan

The hall foreman didn't show any particular dissatisfaction with Sun Hao's finding someone to replace him. Maybe it was due to the shortage of manpower in this period, and he could no longer be picky.After looking Feng An up and down in the uniform of the doorman, he told Xiao Zhou: "Take him more, don't let the guests complain."

Xiao Zhou made a gesture of holding his head high, and smiled at the foreman with a playful smile: "Boss, I will take care of things, don't worry!"

The head waiter punched him on the shoulder, then went back to the lobby with a smile.

Xiao Zhou was a warm and cheerful young man who was very familiar with himself. After the foreman left, he took Feng An's shoulder and patted him: "Xiao Feng, don't be nervous, this job is not difficult. You can help open the door when the guests come. Just welcome people in, and I will direct the cars into the underground parking lot."

Feng An was wearing Sun Hao's uniform—he was about the same height as Sun Hao, but Sun Hao's figure was stronger, so the uniform was a little looser, and now it was a bit empty on his body, so he had to fasten his belt up.After hearing Xiao Zhou's words, he nodded, tugged at the slightly raised hem of his clothes, and wiped it with his hands: "Okay, I see."

Xiao Zhou let go of his shoulders: "Work hard, go back tonight and ask the mouse to buy supper!"

There are four doormen on the night shift, and they work in groups of two. As Xiao Zhou said, one person is responsible for guiding the car, and the other is responsible for picking up the guests, which is not a difficult task.Feng An cooperated with Xiao Zhou a few times, and gradually became more comfortable, and Xiao Zhou no longer needed to ask for advice. When a car came, he would spontaneously go up to help the customer open the door.

When it was past seven o'clock, the sky gradually began to drizzle, and the temperature dropped even lower.The foreman came out of the lobby, holding a transparent disposable raincoat and two black umbrellas.

"It might rain even more in a while." He handed the umbrella and poncho to Xiao Zhou: "You share with everyone."

Feng An and the doorman in charge of escorting the guests in another group were allotted umbrellas, while Xiao Zhou, in charge of guiding the cars, put on a raincoat.

"Why is it raining suddenly?" Xiao Zhou stomped his feet from the cold, and asked Feng An half-complainingly: "The weather forecast says it will rain today?"

Feng An looked up at the sky worriedly: "I don't know, I didn't pay attention to the weather forecast."

Xiao Zhou sighed: "You are unlucky enough to meet this kind of weather."

Feng An also felt that he was unlucky, but it was inconvenient to complain in front of Xiao Zhou, so he just rubbed his hands silently.

Shenzhen is a special city. It never snows in winter, but the cold rain is pouring down, which is also unbearable.When there were no guests, Feng An and Xiao Zhou stood under the awning at the entrance of the hotel, shivering from the wind, and couldn't help praying secretly, hoping that the rain would stop as soon as possible.However, things turned out to be contrary to expectations. After more than ten minutes, the rain was exactly as the foreman said, and it really fell harder and harder.

Behind everyone else's back, Xiao Zhou quietly rolled his eyes in the direction of the lobby: "Crow's Mouth."

Feng An held the umbrella in one hand, and the other hand was clenched into a fist from the cold. Because the uniform had no pockets to put it in, it stuck tightly to the seam of his trousers.With his eyes looking forward, he tapped the umbrella tip on the ground in the light of approaching car lights, and reminded Xiao Zhou in a trembling voice: "There is another guest."

Although the weather is very cold, the work cannot be slackened.Xiao Zhou stopped complaining, and walked towards the drop-off area with Feng An.

It was a black Maybach, because there was a small tour group of guests preparing to leave in front of them, and a bus had already been parked, so they had to be in the back seat.Feng An opened the umbrella and walked over, stood next to the rear door, took a deep breath secretly, and felt that his teeth would not chatter again, so he opened the rear door: "Hello, welcome to Four Seasons Hotel."

Then he saw Jiang Yu'an's face.

A surprised expression flashed across Jiang Yu'an's face.Stretching out one leg and stepping on the ground, he leaned out of the car, looked at Feng An and smiled: "Changed jobs again?"

"...Mr. Jiang." Feng An was a little embarrassed, and put an umbrella on top of the other party's head: "I didn't change jobs, I just helped a friend take over."

At this time, the co-pilot's door was also pushed open, and the young man who appeared at the door of the smoking room jumped down, holding two computer bags in his right hand, and with some difficulty, opened a folding umbrella with his left hand: "Jiang Anyway, it's raining too much, let's go in quickly!"

Jiang Yu'an nodded, temporarily stopped the greetings with Feng An, and walked towards the hotel gate.

Xiao Zhou was still guiding the driver towards the underground parking lot.Feng An held up his umbrella alone and followed Jiang Yu'an's pace - his umbrella was specially prepared for guests by the hotel. Letting Jiang Yu'an get caught in the rain, he had to lift his arms up very high, and the umbrella surface also tilted towards the opponent's side.

Jiang Yu'an glanced at him, and raised his hand to hold the umbrella handle: "I'll do it." While moving, he touched Feng An's finger, and was almost frozen—Feng An's hand was completely frozen by the cold wind , cold.

Feng An quickly refused, "How can I do that? You are a guest."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu'an let go of his hand and didn't hold on any longer, but his pace obviously quickened.

The distance of this section of the road was not long, but the wind and rain were too heavy. When entering the hall, Feng An's hair and half of his body were still wet.

"Don't go out yet." Jiang Yu'an stopped Feng An: "Help me with my luggage."

Feng An was stunned for a moment. Although Jiang Yu'an said so, he was empty-handed, and he didn't look like he was carrying luggage at all. Only the young man in front who looked like a secretary carried two computer bags and a wet umbrella—but this It doesn't seem like it's too difficult to get.

Jiang Yu'an walked over and asked the secretary to hand over one of the computer bags to him, and told the other party a few words before letting him leave first.

Then Jiang Yu'an turned around and waved to Feng An who was standing there: "Come."

He handed the computer bag in his hand to Feng An: "My secretary needs to take care of some things first, please help me send this to the room." He raised his left hand and shook Feng An: "I My hand is injured and it is inconvenient to carry heavy objects."

There was a flesh-colored bandage on his left index finger, as if he had been cut by something, but it didn't look serious.

Feng An took the computer bag, had nothing to say, and followed Jiang Yu'an towards the elevator.He has worked in the hotel for so long, and he has seen all kinds of guests, and he has become accustomed to the almost harsh pickiness of rich people—not to mention that Jiang Yu'an's finger was indeed injured, and making such a request is not considered a deliberate embarrassment.

Jiang Yu'an's room was on the 32nd floor, and there was no one else in the exclusive high-rise VIP elevator. After the door was closed, the two of them stood without talking.

The heating in the hotel is adequate, Feng An didn't notice anything after standing outside for a long time, but now standing in the elevator dripping wet for a while, he couldn't help but sneezed several times in succession.

Raising his hand and rubbing his nose, he consciously stood in the corner, and said sorry to Jiang Yu'an, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yu'an didn't mind, and asked him casually: "I'm willing to go out on duty for your friend in this weather, it seems that you are really a very good friend."

Feng An didn't think much, and replied casually: "Actually, it's okay. The winter here in Shenzhen is not very cold, at least there is no snow, and I can get a duty fee for being on duty."

Jiang Yu'an nodded and didn't ask any more questions.When the elevator reached the 32nd floor, he swiped open the door of Room 3208. After entering, he asked Feng An to put his bag on the sofa next to the coffee table, then went to the corner and opened the door of the small refrigerator: "Thank you." He said He took a bottle of mineral water out of it, and said to Feng An while twisting the cap, "Don't rush down, go to the bathroom and wipe off the water on your body, don't catch a cold."

Feng An stood there in a daze, seeing that he easily unscrewed the bottle cap, as if distracted, and didn't move for a while.

Seeing him standing still, Jiang Yu'an urged him, "Go."

Feng An came to his senses, let out a low "oh", turned and went to the bathroom.

Jiang Yu'an drank a few sips of water, then sat down in front of the coffee table, turned on the computer and read the speech written by the secretary on his behalf.

Today is the day for Hongtai to hold the staff annual meeting. The company rented the banquet hall on the sixth floor of the Four Seasons Hotel for the party. The party was quite grand, and several singers and starlets were invited to perform, and there would be a lucky draw at the end.As the boss, Jiang Yu'an always had to say a few words at the opening of this kind of event, but he had been busy with a new project some time ago, and he just flew back to Shenzhen City today, so he didn't have time to read the manuscript.

Before the official start of the party, there will be a small show. His speech time is at [-]:[-], and it is now [-]:[-]. He still has time to prepare.

But after opening the document and looking at it for a while, Jiang Zhihong suddenly called. Jiang Yu'an had to look away from the computer screen for a while, picked up the phone and answered the call seriously.

"dad."

Jiang Zhihong's voice was mixed, and there was also the sound of music played by the band, probably at some banquet.

"Yu'an, I'm at your Uncle Liu's house. Do you remember Uncle Liu's daughter? It's Xinxin, who came to our house to play when I was a child...Xinxin came back from the United States today, you come over to have a gathering with her in a while Bar?"

Jiang Yu'an sighed silently: "Dad, you forgot, I can't leave the company's annual meeting today."

"Annual meeting? Isn't the annual meeting next Tuesday? How did it become today?"

"Dad, you misremembered, it's this Tuesday."

Jiang Zhihong clicked his tongue, and changed his words: "That's okay, I'll give you Xinxin's phone number later, you can ask someone out for dinner tomorrow."

Jiang Yu'an was uninterested, and replied lightly: "Xinxin just returned to the country today, so I should let her take a break. What's more, if I remember correctly, Xinxin is Ning Ning's junior high school classmate, and she should be 23 years old this year - she is young. If a little girl like me wants to go out to eat with someone, it won't be my turn, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, Jiang Zhihong immediately raised his voice: "What kind of attitude is this? Xinxin is such a good girl, she is beautiful and talented, isn't she worthy of you?!"

Jiang Yu'an was not in a hurry, and explained in a calm voice: "Father, Uncle Liu's daughter is naturally very good, I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Dad." Jiang Yu'an said in a serious tone, "What do I mean? I think I should have made it clear to you and Mom last time. I can understand your desire to have a grandson, but I hope you will still be married. Don't meddle."

Jiang Zhihong put down his wine glass and walked to a secluded part of the hall, suppressing his anger and asked in a deep voice: "Jiang Yu'an, what do you mean? Do you think Dad is old now? I can't control you anymore?"

"Of course I don't mean that." Jiang Yu'an replied, "I can have children, but I don't want to get married."

Jiang Zhihong drank two more glasses of wine, and when he was excited, his tongue became a little hard: "Fart! Don't fool me, how can you live alone?" Then he came to his senses, lowered his voice and asked, "Yu'an, be honest with me. Dad said, do you have a woman you like outside? You—couldn’t you have already produced an illegitimate child? "

Jiang Yu'an felt that Jiang Zhihong was a little drunk, but he patiently explained: "Dad, there is no such thing. Didn't I tell you and Mom in the summer? I have already contacted the surrogate, you want grandchildren It is very easy. But now the times are different. I don’t think it’s as simple as raising a baby three times a day. How to guide children and how to communicate during adolescence are all problems. I don’t want My child is the product of a hasty decision. If I decide to have a child one day, I must be fully prepared. This preparation is not only material, but also spiritual and technical. You Can you understand me?"

The more Jiang Zhihong listened, the more uncomfortable he became: "What do you mean? Pointing at Sang and scolding Huai? Do you think your mother and I didn't raise you well?"

There was no expression on Jiang Yu'an's face, and her voice was still unhurried: "No, Dad."

Jiang Zhihong suddenly became irritable: "Jiang Yu'an! I don't want to hear your arguments anymore. Look at the children of your uncles and uncles. Who else is as old as you and hasn't married yet? Your grandson of Uncle Qian's family is about to enter junior high school , Where is my grandson’s shadow? Every time you say that you are not ready, okay, then when are you going to be ready? I ask you to give me a specific deadline right now!"

Jiang Yu'an was silent for a while, then said out loud, "Dad, give me another half a year."

When Jiang Zhihong got the answer, he was so angry that he directly cut off the phone.

Feng An stood at the door of the bathroom, and because he could not avoid hearing Jiang Yu'an's few words, he probably guessed that it was some personal matter, and his face was a little embarrassed: "Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Yu'an raised his head upon hearing the sound, only to realize that Feng An had come out of the bathroom.His hair was obviously brushed, slightly fluffy and messy, and he didn't know how long he stood there in a dilemma.

He put down his phone, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "I'll show you a joke."

Looking at him, Feng An could feel that he was a little depressed, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him, or rather, he didn't even know if he had the qualifications to comfort Jiang Yu'an.

He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to pretend he didn't hear anything: "Mr. Jiang, thank you, I'm going down to continue on duty."

Jiang Yu'an nodded, and turned his gaze to the computer screen again.Just as Feng An walked to the door, he suddenly heard him shouting from behind: "Wait a minute, what time do you get off work?"

Feng An froze for a moment, then turned around and told him, "Ten o'clock."

Jiang Yu'an asked: "Is it convenient for us to meet again after you get off work? I will wait for you in this room."

The words were endless, Feng An was baffled at first, then suddenly recalled some bad things, became vigilant, took a step back and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Jiang Yu'an seemed to have seen through his mind, and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, Wu Chengliang and I are not the same way, there is no other meaning, just hope you do me a favor - of course, not for nothing, I will If you are paid, I think you should be interested."

Feng An didn't agree easily, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yu'an raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Sorry, I have something to do later, I don't have time to talk to you now. But I don't think this matter should be too difficult for you. If you feel worried, you can wait for me in the lobby , I will find you at ten o'clock."

When he said these words, he looked into Feng An's eyes without hesitation, his eyes were open and sincere, making it hard not to trust him.

After a moment of silence, Feng An nodded slowly: "I see, Mr. Jiang, I should come up and look for you."

Jiang Yu'an gave a speech at the company's annual meeting dinner, watched the performance with the employees, went on stage to draw prizes in person, and took a group photo with the outstanding employees of the year. It was almost ten o'clock when she finally returned to room 3208.

After sitting for a while, he heard a soft knock on the door.He got up and went to open the door, and it was indeed Feng An who came to him as promised.

At this time, Feng An had already changed out of the black uniform of the doorman, and he was wearing a very ordinary cotton-padded jacket. She looked smaller and her chin was pointed.

This room was reserved by Jiang Yu'an's secretary. Although it is only used as a temporary lounge, it is unambiguous and still has the usual suite specifications.Now Jiang Yu'an closed the bedroom door, and only sat with Feng An in the small living room outside, which happened to be a relaxing environment for conversation.

Before Feng An knocked on the door, Jiang Yu'an deliberately boiled a pot of water, and now he made a cup of tea and put it on the coffee table in front of Feng An.

Feng An sat on the single sofa opposite Jiang Yu'an in a regular manner, holding the teacup in his hand and covering it: "Thank you."

Different from Feng An's situation, Jiang Yu'an is probably a hot individual, with windbreaker and suit hanging on the hanger, sitting in a warm hotel room, he is only wearing a shirt, and the cuffs are unbuttoned. go up.After the two parties were seated, he didn't waste any extra words, and went straight to the point, describing his predicament at home.Feng Jingjing listened quietly. In fact, he also had a little guess before, so it was not very surprising, but the more he listened to the other party, he gradually became a little confused.

Jiang Yu'an said: "I had this idea a long time ago, and even contacted the orphanage, but after I actually went there, I really couldn't bear it. The children there are already very pitiful. You don't know how they see strangers. That look ... I don't think I can go and take a kid home and then send him away after a while just for practice, it's too cruel for a kid."

Feng An felt that Jiang Yu'an was probably being made a little anxious by his parents, so he couldn't help but persuade him: "Mr. Jiang... Are you thinking too much? Is it necessary to do this? Many couples in ordinary families Don’t you think about these issues after giving birth? I think you can think of these, which shows that you are determined to be a good father-this alone is much better than many irresponsible fathers Yes. I think your child will be very happy in the future, maybe you should relax a little now."

Jiang Yu'an did not agree with his point of view: "It's one thing to think about it, but it's another thing to be able to do it. I don't like doing things that don't pay off, and raising children is different from running a business. Problems can be stopped in time, and when a child has a problem, sometimes it can no longer be made up for, and he can't be put back again."

Feng An himself is not even 20 years old, and he doesn't know much about education, but intuitively he doesn't appreciate Jiang Yu'an's attitude, and feels that the other party seems to be too shrewd in planning, as if he regards parenting as a task that must be completed perfectly It seems that it is not really out of the expectation and love for a new life-of course, this is just a feeling for no reason. Maybe the concept of parenting in rich and noble families is indeed very different from ordinary people like them. , then he has no position to question.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the tea, then he asked, "Mr. Jiang, then what do you want me to do for you when you come to me?"

Jiang Yu'an said: "I would like to ask you to cooperate with me in doing an experiment to see if I can take care of a child by myself."

Feng An raised his head in surprise, and looked at him with wide eyes: "Me? I'm not a child...Mr. Jiang, isn't this appropriate?!"

Jiang Yu'an leaned back, put his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, smiled and said: "If you were really a child, I wouldn't say this to you. I think you are not yet 20 years old. Is it age? I am an adult, but I am still immature, neither too old nor too young, just right."