Seasonal season

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wenxi handed the invitation to the younger brother who was welcoming guests at the entrance of Futai Hotel.Immediately after signing, a waitress in an apricot-colored cheongsam led him to a resplendent hall.

In front of the hollowed-out flower-and-bird screen in the hall, there are already fragrant clothes and cups full of cups and cups.Wenxi looked down at what she was wearing, a striped T-shirt with a collar, a light blue casual shirt, gray slim-fit khaki pants, and a pair of striped shoes, pure youthful attire.Although the editor-in-chief repeatedly asked him to dress better, no matter how good it is, it is going to be the summer season, so you can't wear a white shirt with a bow tie and a small suit over it (although there are indeed silly Xs who are not afraid of the heat wearing it like this)?

But after thinking about it, I am just a small character.Get out of the way after a meal, who cares if you are decent or not.

The guests were in groups of three or four, chatting lively with champagne.Wenxi was a little dumbfounded when she saw this: she thought she just sat down to eat, wiped her mouth and left after eating, and said a few set phrases and it was over.But he is really not used to Westerners.In normal interviews, no matter what, I pass my breath beforehand, and I only ask myself what I want to ask.Now, let him pretend to chat with these rich and noble people. His interests, experience, and standards are not on the same line. Interesting and boring are second. If his words offend, he is not the only one who will disappoint.

But if you stay in a corner and don't take the initiative to talk, you will look stupid.When he was in a difficult situation, the waiter came to him with a plate of wine glasses.Wenxi couldn't figure out which was juice and which was wine, so she chose a thin-footed glass with the same color as the man next to her.

Holding the exquisite cup with thin feet, he was about to wait and see, when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Editor Song, here we come!"

Wenxi turned her head and saw Yu Fuqiang coming over with a middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup on her arm, and greeted him with a smile.This greeting attracted many people to look this way.

The chairman personally greeted Wenxi, making Wenxi at a loss and at the same time as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.Based on his analysis of what he has seen and heard in this circle, he knows that after Yu Fuqiang turns around, people will come to talk to him one after another.Regardless of the topic, at least it means that he will not be frozen in a corner and no one cares about him for a while.

Wenxi smiled decently: "I'm a little apprehensive about your special invitation."

Yu Fuqiang said kindly: "Editor Song is being polite. You think highly of me for being here. The response to the report last time was very good. I want to thank you before it's too late!"

Wenxi nodded slightly: "The chairman really knows how to joke, it's my honor."

Yu Fuqiang chuckled: "I really like young people like Editor Song, capable and humble, rare!"

Wenxi didn't know what to say in response, when the lady next to her said, "If I have a daughter, I'd like to find this kind of son-in-law."

When she spoke, her tone was not hurried or slow, which sounded very elegant, but she felt a little hypocrisy from her high eyebrows.

Yu Fuqiang patted the back of the lady's hand and introduced, "This is my wife."

Wenxi hurriedly said hello.

Just as he was talking, a young man walked towards here.Tall and tall, with clear facial features, it was only when he got closer that he realized that his face was expressionless.Seeing Wenxi, the corner of his mouth slanted, his eyes were full of contemptuous arrogance.

"My son." Yu Fuqiang turned to the young man again, "Shixian, this is Editor Song of "Life" magazine."

Yu Shixian hugged his mother's shoulders with one arm, and leaned towards his mother coquettishly, while answering indifferently: "Oh——" He only dragged his voice for a long time, and didn't say anything more.

The middle-aged woman twisted her son with a smile in her eyes: "This is a distinguished guest, don't be so polite!" But her words were smiling, and she didn't mean to be angry at all.

Wenxi smiled politely, and thought to herself: Even if your family has a daughter, I would not dare to marry her.

After the courtesy, Wen Xi raised the cup in his hand and took a sip when the host family turned around to greet others.The taste of the wine is soft and fruity.

As soon as the wine fell into his throat, someone came to talk to him.The chairman effect appeared.However, the content is not long, nothing more than asking simple questions.Some people mistakenly thought he was a rich second generation, and after a few chats, they found out that he was not, but when he was just a small editor, their enthusiasm quickly faded.

There were only a few girls who came to ask questions, and seemed to be very interested in the magazine.Ask him if he does cosmetics, and if he has a chance to meet celebrities.Wenxi originally rejected this kind of dialogue, but thought that if she faced it coldly, she might get into embarrassment, so she responded indiscriminately.

The topic of women has always been unconstrained and unconstrained, and soon slipped into the distant realm.When it came to the lively places, he completely lost his worries, no matter whether there were people around or not, he started talking about others in front of him.

"Hey, have you heard? That Yu Shixian has a date?"

A girl popped: "Good friend? It's like being shameless, isn't it just a girlfriend? He's not married."

Surrounded by a group of girls, and then they gossip about other people's scandals... the feeling is indescribable.Wenxi wanted to get away several times, but it was really not easy for such a handsome guy to get away from a bunch of star-eyed fans without attracting any attention.

Always when he was about to escape, the girls turned the conversation back to the magazines, and he had to stand up and say something perfunctory.While chatting and chatting, the topic returned to Yu Shixian. Wenxi didn't listen to it, and it didn't matter if he didn't listen. If he was trapped, life would be worse than death.

After all, girls are more interested in gossip than in magazines, but Wenxi is more in line with their taste than a vague goal, which is why this kind of mixed situation occurs.

Wenxi escaped several times to no avail, so she had to give up.Anyway, even if he could break out of the encirclement, he couldn't find a suitable person to talk to.Looking around, there are clusters of small groups, how can I have the energy to integrate into them?So he simply held the wine glass, while pretending to pay attention to the surrounding guests, while helplessly letting those sour notes blow into his ears uncontrollably.

"I heard it's his subordinate. It turned out to be Director Yu's secretary. A little goblin!"

Wenxi smiled wryly: No matter how perfect a girl is, as long as she grabs the high branch in their eyes in advance, she will be cast aside by others.

"Look, isn't that right? Those who follow the chairman's wife on the saddle are too much of a slave!"

"It's wishful thinking at best. Jin Shufen is a powerful character, how could she accept this kind of daughter-in-law? I heard that her family background is not good, and her father is a gambler..."

"Unless Yu Shixian insists, otherwise, I can only play for a few years for nothing..."

Wenxi was holding the wine glass, but her face couldn't hold back for a while: the girl who is rosy and pink speaks a bit too bitterly.

He was really embarrassed, made up his mind, and was about to leave when he heard someone say, "Hush your voice, she's coming this way. Oh, what's her name?"

"Lu Shanshan."

Wenxi's footsteps that were about to escape came to a standstill, the name passed by his ears with a sharp edge, and went straight to his heart, with a stabbing sound, almost bleeding.

Same name and last name?

He turned around and followed the gazes of the girls...

The young woman followed the chairman's wife and walked towards this side. Wenxi saw her smile that was instantly extinguished when she glanced at him, and knew that she was right.I haven't seen her for a few years, but her make-up accentuates her original good looks. She has a graceful figure, but her expression is a bit more haughty.

However, her heart was higher than the sky.

Jin Shufen chatted with these girls with a smile, Lu Shanshan's eyes occasionally fell on Wenxi, and after their eyes met, she dodged quickly.Wenxi smiled in his heart, he understood her.It seems that the shade of the director's son's tree was not big enough to satisfy her.

Wenxi glanced at her sarcastically, greeted Jin Shufen, then turned and left.

Another hour later, the reception was almost to the point where everyone was bored (Chinese people are not used to standing and chatting, can afford to drink but can't afford chairs?), the waiter bowed and invited the guests to another hall.There, dozens of tables have already been set up in a mighty manner, with silver and white satin tassel tablecloths hanging, clusters of flowers on them, gold cups and silver lamps, and the crystal lighting above the head.It turns out that the self-service reception is just the prelude to the banquet, and the real highlight of the festival is here.

Yu Fuqiang invited Wenxi to sit with him.While being flattered, he saw Jin Shufen was slightly dissatisfied.Yu Shixian just pouted, as if watching a joke.Lu Shanshan at the next table glanced here, her expression becoming more and more cramped.

After everyone was seated, Yu Fuqiang finished his speech, and everyone began to sit down one after another.Wenxi just picked up the chopsticks, but found that no one on the table touched their chopsticks.I thought to myself what kind of custom is this, do I have to pray before meals or do I have to pay attention to something else?There was an empty chair beside Yu Fuqiang, and the waiter standing behind had no intention of removing it.Wenxi saw the obviously unhappy expressions of Jin Shufen's mother and son again, and knew that they were waiting for someone.

Who is so arrogant?Not only did he not attend on time, he also asked Chairman Yu and his whole family to just do it and wait.But if they are really important people, they should wait together.Waiting after opening the table seems to be less sincere.

After waiting for five or six minutes, Yu Fuqiang frowned slightly, and whispered a few words to the waiter behind him. Yu Shixian was impatient, so he grabbed the chopsticks and ate one.Yu Fuqiang looked at him, but his son didn't soften his tone: "Ask someone to eat, just sit like this, should I eat or not?"

The people at this table, except Wenxi, are all relatives of Yu Fuqiang.Others ate it lively, and it was like offering to Buddha here. Yu Fuqiang also seemed to feel that something was wrong.

Jin Shufen said softly, "They're all family members, so it doesn't matter. But you kindly invited Editor Song to come. It's really not good for us to be rude like this."

Wenxi didn't dare to recite this pot, so she hurriedly said it was okay.

Yu Fuqiang confirmed with the waiter again, and looked at the door again, as if he thought that the person would not come.Turning around, he smiled and warmly greeted everyone to eat.

Not long after the banquet started, a clear voice came: "I'm called here to eat the leftovers?"

There was a young man beside the waiter, looking at everyone with a sneer in the corner of his mouth.Wenxi raised her eyes, just in time to meet his gaze, causing the other party to smile.

Encounter Road is narrow, there really is.

With Lu Shanshan behind her and this person in front of her, Wenxi thought dejectedly, before going out today, she should do some calculations...

Wenxi didn't know the relationship between this young man and Yu Fuqiang, only saw that Jin Shufen's mother and son were obviously not very welcome to his arrival.Especially Yu Shixian, he didn't even want to save face, his face drooped, and the corners of his mouth were almost bent to his chin.

"If you are not punctual, do you still let the guests wait for you?"

Yu Fuqiang seemed to be both serious and casual about his arrival. Just now, he was obviously waiting, but he ignored him when he came, which made Wenxi feel puzzled.

The young man laughed at himself, seeing that the waiter was going to lead him to the empty seat, he refused, "I won't sit here."

Yu Fuqiang scowled.

The young man looked around, his eyes resting on Wenxi, and asked the waiter to add a seat beside him.

As a result, the people who were seated had to get up and adjust their seats. Hearing the sound of chairs being moved, the young man completely ignored Jin Shufen's slightly frowning brows and Yu Fuqiang's increasingly gloomy face, sat down, shook his clothes, Smiled and struck up a conversation with Wenxi.

"It's really fate, we meet again."

Wenxi pretended not to hear, and silently glanced away.

After drinking for three rounds, the public topic ended, and the guests began to chat in a small group.They are all relatives and friends, and they are not formal, talking loudly with the people across the table about current affairs and anecdotes.

The uncle on the left is talking passionately about current affairs in the United States, dancing and spitting.Wenxi couldn't get in his mouth, and he didn't bother to get in.The man on the right kept looking at him, but Wenxi didn't want to pay attention to him.Bored, I just lowered my head and fiddled with a spoon, letting it circle on the disk.

The man elbowed him.

Only a thin shirt separated Wenxi from this kind of contact.Keeping your elbows out of the way, you continue to stare at the spoon on the plate.

He touches him again.

Wenxi turned her head and stared at him.

"You work for a magazine?"

Wenxi didn't answer.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his foot, and he saw the young man grinning silently.

Wenxi glanced at Yu Fuqiang who was talking to his wife, and lowered his voice: "Are you sick?"

"Ah, I thought you couldn't speak. What did I say, you were dumb in the elevator, now you're dumb."

Not beaten.

Wenxi didn't change his face, and secretly kicked him back rudely.

The young man groaned.The guests silenced instantly, pulled away from their own topics, and cast their gazes over.

Yu Fuqiang said seriously: "Yu Hang! If you don't want to come, you can leave now!"

Yu Hang smiled but said, "Today is interesting, I don't want to leave yet."

When Yu Shixian got up and protected his mother to go to other tables to toast, he glanced at him very proudly.

Surname Yu?It was only known that Yu Fuqiang had only one son. Who is this Yu Hang?If it was an illegitimate child, this wanton attitude seemed a little too insane.

The banquet was still going on, and Wenxi's waist was numb from sitting.Either stand dead or sit dead, the life of the rich is not human.

Waiting for the chairman's wife Shi Shiran to return to the table.Lu Shanshan came over to toast.

When she came to toast, she glanced at Yu Shixian, which made the young master smile knowingly.

When she toasted Wenxi from a distance according to Dong Yu's intention, Wenxi's expression was blunt, and he swallowed reluctantly, without even a polite word.

Yu Hang saw him with a strange expression: "Big beauty toast, are you shy?"

Wenxi said: "I'm not ashamed of this kind of thing."

Yu Hang didn't believe it: "It's clear that you are unnatural, did you do something wrong?"

Wenxi tilted her head to look at him: "I don't know who is guilty? I bumped into someone and refused to even say sorry."

Yu Hang shaved his face with his fingers: "Hey, you're so stingy. You said nothing, but you're still talking about it."

Wenxi was speechless, "it's nothing" should be said by yourself, what's nothing, you, the perpetrator, can have the final say?

Yu Hang leaned towards him very familiarly: "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Wenxi moved her arm away in disgust: "Don't touch me."

Yu Hang didn't agree: "What's wrong with touching it? There are quite a few pieces of meat."

Wenxi replied lightly: "It will reduce your chances of being beaten."

After hearing this, Yu Hang laughed tremblingly: "Just you? It would be nice if you don't get beaten."

As he spoke, he asked in a low voice, "Are you really a magazine editor?"

Wenxi replied without blinking: "Fake."

Yu Hang pushed him, "I'm serious." As he spoke, he spread his fingers and waved them in front of his eyes.

Wenxi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: sick.

"did you see?"

Wenxi's neck stiffened: Isn't it just five fingers?But looking at his serious face, I'm afraid he will say that you don't see hands, but Wuzhishan...

Seeing Wenxi's horrified expression, Yu Hang explained: "If you help write an article, I will pay you this amount."

Not to mention the concept of the reward of this number, five hundred, five thousand or fifty thousand, it's so vague.Wenxi was dizzy enough to "write an article": "What to write?"

"That kind of soft text is the same as the chairman." As he spoke, the corner of his mouth moved towards Yu Fuqiang.

After Wenxi understood it, she just wanted to laugh for a while, laughing at him for being overwhelmed.

But his smile, the white teeth and the corners of the eyes are curved, so that the people looking at him feel intoxicated, and they can't even speak in a trance.

But this laughter has its own antidote.

As soon as this person spoke, Yu Hang was quickly brought back to reality.

Wenxi asked back with sarcasm: "Do you think you are qualified?"

Yu Hang was stunned and then smiled again: "Don't say it first. What if you have to write it someday? At that time, I will see Editor Song again. Even if you can say thank you, you may be too embarrassed to accept it."

Wenxi didn't know where this man's self-confidence came from.This city is not big, but there are quite a few people who can be featured on the magazine page, and he can't be the one who doesn't know what to do.However, there are people who are arrogant.He was so sure, Wenxi decided to be mean to the end, half-closed his eyes, and said sarcastically: "So, wait and see? Who will be embarrassed when I see it."

Yu Hang took his wine glass, tapped Wenxi's glass which was still on the table lightly, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Then, see you later—"

His eyes cast from behind the cup, Wenxi didn't respond, but turned to look elsewhere, suddenly felt that the banquet was too long.

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New love and old love, all on stage, the world is so small.