Sheep and Wolf

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhong An finished writing in foreign codes, and was thinking about sleeping in the next weekend, when the phone rang crazily. Seeing that it was the editor-in-chief, he picked it up without hesitation: "Boss, What are your orders?"

"Well," the other end pondered for a moment, then suddenly said seriously, "The interview and photography work that was originally scheduled for Monday has been brought forward to tomorrow."

"Gah?"

"That means you have to arrive at the company on time at 9:[-] tomorrow morning to work overtime."

"What?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid. Keefe returned to China early. On Monday, he has work and can't participate in the interview. He can only advance. You prepare tonight, and you must cheer me up tomorrow. If you mess up, you can report Come and see you!"

An Yiyang was still desperately searching for who Keefe was in his mind, and then he said, "Have you already asked Xiaoxuan to get the outline? Do you have any questions?"

It was only then that An Yiyang suddenly realized that he was the one who was going to be on the "Workplace Elite" in this issue. What's the English name?I don't know if his English is not good?Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I mispronounced the name?

"Did you read it?" The other end was a little suspicious.

"Cough... read it." And he was almost killed by thunder.

"it should be no problem?"

"No." No wonder!

"Well, remember to arrive at the company on time tomorrow. I'll leave this to you. If you do it well, you will be rewarded. If you screw it up, hehe..."

"Don't worry, boss, everything is on me!" An Yiyang laughed dryly, patted his chest and said.

"Well, go to bed early! Good night."

"Good night!" Good night, your head!Are you still sleeping?I'm going to interview tomorrow, he doesn't even know the protagonist's name, he's going to die, he must not sleep tonight!

In order to prevent making a fool of himself the next day, he can only use the interview outline to hold his feet temporarily. To be honest, he didn’t have time to look at those questions carefully. If something unexpected happened tomorrow, he might not be able to turn his head around. Well, it's not good to accidentally offend someone, he will definitely be cut into pieces by the perverted editor-in-chief.This is the first face-to-face interview for him, so he will inevitably be nervous, not to mention that he still doesn't know the person he is about to interview at all. He originally thought of going to Xiaoxuan again tomorrow to let her talk about that person, but now it's all over , that woman said good night online two hours ago in order to protect her appearance, and to prevent radiation, her mobile phone has always been turned off as soon as she fell asleep.

An Yiyang wanted to cry but had no tears, so he had to read the outline several times by himself, and only dared to lie down when he was sure that there was no problem. In the end, he suffered from insomnia due to high nervousness, and was urged by the alarm clock the next day. Only then did he get up in a hurry, with panda eyes on his face, he rushed to the company without having breakfast, and almost stepped into the reception room.I was secretly glad that the other party didn't arrive before him, but suddenly remembered that he didn't even know the other party's Chinese name! Keefe is his English name, right?Last name?What's your last name?Isn't it usually "Mr. XX"?You can't just call him Keefe, right?

He was in a hurry to take out his mobile phone from his pocket to call Su Xiaoxuan, but there was a knock on the door, and An Yiyang broke out in a cold sweat, but the arrow was on the string, and he had to send it. Scalp went to open the door, and silently said "Amitabha" in my heart: It's over, I just hope that the death will not be too ugly!

Trying to put on a good smile, he opened the door almost in a self-defeating manner, but there were two tall and mighty "black suits" who bumped into his eyes. Their hair, their expressions, and their mafia attitude made An Yiyang wonder if it was him. Opened the door the wrong way, but immediately noticed that there was another person standing behind them.An Yiyang rubbed his eyes, the man was actually much taller than the two 1.8-meter-old strong men in front of him, at this moment he looked sideways at the end of the corridor, a little absent-minded, from An Yiyang's point of view, it was just right You can see his straight suit collar, slender neck, stretched veins due to turning sideways, and his skin is as white as snow. Before he could admire him, the man suddenly turned his head, and his eyes met for a moment.

Now, you don't have to worry about the embarrassment of not being able to pronounce the last name of the interviewee.

The chaotic scene at the entrance of the bar that night, guarding the room day and night, kneeling on the ground hugging the couple's legs, begging them to give up the house to him, persistently going to the bar to find Gu Qingliu every day, over and over again Expected over and over again, failed over and over again, and died again and again...

In an instant, all the memories flooded in, like a raging tide, almost drowning him in an instant.His lips were trembling, and he didn't know how he opened his mouth. At that moment, he seemed to be out of breath: "Mr. Qi..."

He was right.

He is back.

Compared with a few years ago, he seems to have grown a little taller. He was already 1.8 meters tall, but now he must be more than 1.9 meters tall. The slender body is meticulously wrapped in an expensive suit that is carefully tailored and ironed without a single wrinkle. Tall and thin but tall and straight.The flawless facial features have not changed much, but they are deeper than before, and they are more and more beautiful. The brows are full of heroic spirit that has been subdued by time, revealing mature charm, and the beautiful thin lips are habitual. He squeezed tightly, still expressionless, but colder than before.

"Hey, why are you in a daze?" The editor-in-chief who appeared out of nowhere knocked him on the head with a notebook, "You can't even talk when you see a handsome guy?"

An Yiyang's face flushed, and he was at a loss for a while. The editor-in-chief Li Qi pulled him aside with a look of hatred for iron, and made an invitation gesture towards the door with a smile on his face, and nodded slightly: "Qi Sir, please come inside."

Seeing that his gaze stayed on An Yiyang's face, he thought it was the idiot who didn't know etiquette and offended him, so he hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, this is the editor An Yiyang who is going to interview you today, idiot usually She is very sensible and has good working ability, but she will be intimidated when she sees a big man, so please forgive me."

As he spoke, he quickly poked An Yiyang's shoulder, An Yiyang's face was a little dazed, and he still hadn't recovered from the impact of the reunion, but Qi Fan stretched out his hand to him first: "Hello."

"You... hello." The moment he clasped his hands, there was a pause, An Yiyang's palm was icy cold, and before he had time to feel the temperature of that person's palm, that slender and beautiful hand had already been retracted, casually To insert | into the pocket.

An Yiyang couldn't help being embarrassed, the editor-in-chief saw that the other person didn't seem to have any displeasure on his face, so he hurriedly invited him in and poured tea. Seeing that An Yiyang was still standing at the door, he hurried over and pulled him outside, lowering his voice Said: "What's the matter with you? Didn't sleep well last night? The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy. Is it okay?"

"I'm... fine, just a little nervous." As long as he thought of facing that person later, his heart would beat uncontrollably.

"It's okay, there's nothing to be nervous about. A wealthy kid like Mr. Qi who has been living abroad is well-bred. He won't intentionally make things difficult for you. Just be polite."

"How about...you go? I'm afraid I..."

"No! I have an important meeting to hold, and I'm leaving soon. I can't stay here. Don't worry, I'll take care of whatever happens! What are you afraid of? Just follow the outline and finish asking the questions," Li Qi cut off his words, raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I'm running out of time, I can't stay any longer, so hurry in and don't make people wait too long."

"I..." An Yiyang was about to speak, but the other party had already "floated" away like a gust of wind on his high heels, without turning his head.

The reason why he temporarily changed his mind and asked the editor-in-chief to step in was because of those questions. If he asked all the questions, he was really afraid that he would cry in front of that person.But now, there is no other way, what should be faced is always to be faced, waiting for so long is nothing more than wanting a result, no matter what the result is, he will try to bear it, in the world of love, It has never been, if you pay, you will definitely get something in return.

Even though he had made up his mind, when he walked in, his feet were still as if they had been filled with lead, and they were so heavy that he could barely move. He didn't even have the courage to look at the other person, so he sat down across the table and said vaguely Voice: "Hello."

"Hello." Compared to his embarrassment, the other party was still extremely polite, leaning casually on the back of the chair, looking at him with big eyes.

The door of the reception room was closed, the bodyguards were left outside, and only he and Qi Fan were left inside, so shocked that they could hear each other's breathing, and no one spoke except for "Hello".

After a long silence, the other party's fingers tapping on the table suddenly stopped, as if a little impatient: "Mr. An, can we start? My time is precious, and there are still a lot of things waiting for me to go back to deal with , I don’t mind rescheduling the time if you’re unwell or haven’t sorted out your thoughts yet.”

"No... no need, you can start now." An Yiyang looked down at the manuscript randomly, thinking of the questions to be asked later, his eyes were sore.