President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu turned on the faucet and splashed it on her long and slender palms. The cold water washed the pinkish knuckles.

He poured water on his face with his hands, inserted the hair that was randomly attached to his forehead and brushed it back, propped his right hand on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror.

The hair was scraped behind the ears with water drops, and the eyelashes were wet.

He slowly reached out to touch the face in the mirror, from the eyes to the lips, and finally stayed in the eyes.

He is gradually getting used to this face.

After Xi Yan finished handling Secretary Chen's documents, he began to tap the computer keyboard, still so cold and indifferent.

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom is constant, even taking a bath may not take so long.

The elbow touched the technical professional book with a few pages opened on the desktop, as well as a few drawings with accurate markings.

"Dong dong."

Xi Yan stood outside the bathroom, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Song Yu, are you done?"

The sound of water finally stopped, and the door was suddenly opened. Song Yu raised the corner of his mouth and walked out: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for affecting your work."

Xi Yan stared at the reddened corners of the eyes and the tip of the nose of the man, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't say anything.

Song Yu has long passed the point of lamenting why she traveled through time for no reason, but occasionally she still feels sad about her own body.

After all, no matter how good someone else's is, it can't compare to your own.

He turned his pen and idly looked at those previous documents.Sit back on a soft chair with your legs crossed and resting on the table.

With a pull of the pen tip, a few unimportant mistakes were drawn out, and I turned the page with my head propped up.casual.

If it were said that he was doing foreign work, this lazy look really looked like ten to ten, but he picked all the mistakes in place.

The air was very quiet, except for the sound of the air conditioner blowing air.

Xi Yan frowned more and more, and the pen in his right hand paused on the paper, "Take this document to Secretary Chen."

I looked at his face for a moment, full of displeasure.

He picked up the file, dropped an "OK" and slipped out.

As he walked, he turned around.

No wonder he was so angry. At first glance, this planning document seemed to have clear opinions, but in fact they were all useless opinions.

He was holding the documents, and when he saw people, he yelled sweetly at his elder brother and sister, and sure enough he found out the exact location of Secretary Chen's workroom.

"Miss Wang, is that the one that turns left in front?"

The one called Xiao Wang was a curly-haired woman in her thirties who was smiling with her mouth covered.

While laughing, he stuffed a few packs of candied snacks into his arms. "Eat, sister treats you. Are you Mr. Song's new assistant?"

Song Yu took a few packets of snacks. He was indeed a temporary assistant, helping with odd jobs.

Nodding his head, he agrees.

Miss Wang said that he was well-behaved, but when she asked, she realized that she was not studying, and said that he was too tender.

Chatting sparsely, they arrived at Secretary Chen's office.

Secretary Chen was sitting in front of the computer, with a serious face on the phone and typing on the computer.

Seeing him with surprise in his eyes, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

He smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

He probably didn't come here to seek revenge, to hold the blood feud that just ruined the atmosphere...

"Sister, Mr. Song asked me to hand over the documents to you." He reminded in a low voice, "The planner didn't put much effort into it, so fix it."

Chen Lian just took over the blue folder, "Sure, there are too many interns in the department, so I'll trouble you to make a trip."

He just came out like this, and the news that Mr. Song had privately recruited a handsome assistant flew all over the company as if he had grown wings...

He also noticed the curiosity and sophistication mixed in these gazes, and some people took the initiative to call his little assistant...

Until I returned to Xi Yan's office, I threw these snacks on the table in the reception area.

He thought to himself: "Are all the employees of the company so enthusiastic?"

He picked out the dried hawthorn from inside, raised it towards Xi Yan, and fell into his plain eyes.

No emotional ups and downs.

Holding the bag of hawthorns in his left hand, he sat back on the original chair.Eating leisurely and flipping through books.

"Where did it come from?" He stared at the thing in his hand.

Song Yu waved his hand: "It's a gift from an employee of the company, maybe I'm too attractive?"

Xi Yan glanced at him lightly, and from this look, he tasted some contempt, even a feeling of "you are like a mentally retarded".

Song Yu: "..."

Employees: We are just currying favor with the lady boss, that's all.

Song Yu quickly changed the subject, "Eat?"

"No."

……

When it was finally time for dinner, Song Yu stretched his waist and got into the car.Cengfan.

A very stylish Chinese restaurant.

The white walls are painted with blue stones and black tiles, and sweet classical music is playing, and the wooden table tops are carved with complex lines.

The crisp ticking sound of running water behind him made me feel at ease.

Very chic place.

There is a dish of side dishes and a pot of scented tea on the table, and the scent of flowers overflows the tip of the nose.

Take a sip, it is different from the sweetness made from sugar, it is the sweetness carried by the stamens, which moistens the nose to the throat and refreshes the soul.

It was really to his liking.

Seeing celery, he remembered someone's painful expression, and he also picked up a chopstick and handed it to his elder brother.

The smile is very bright: "Brother, ah——"

He didn't know why he contracted this bad habit, anyway, he just wanted to feed it.

As a result, his chopsticks were knocked back, and he said to Shang Xiyan's stern face, "Eat well."

As expected, he was not discouraged, and leaned towards his elder brother, "You hate me so much, you don't want anything I give you."

Xi Yan couldn't bear him, so she picked up the chopsticks in the celery and sent it to her mouth.

Xi Yan looked up at him, calmly said: "Do you want to drink milk?"

The cheerful right hand who was about to put the vegetables into the bowl snapped suddenly, changed direction, and could barely put it into his own bowl.

Song Yu laughed: "Brother, eat first, I'll go to the bathroom."

After going out of the private room to avoid the limelight, he didn't really want to go to the bathroom, it was time-consuming to walk around.

Xi Yan is simply inhumane, he is so kind to pick up food, and he has to be threatened by drinking milk.

It's really hard to do.

"Why bring someone over for dinner, didn't you say to go yesterday..."

A sweet and familiar voice, like muttering to himself, entered his ears, and he raised his eyes to see that he had wandered to someone else's private room unconsciously.

With this glance, by the way, the owner of the voice was none other than Zhang Yansi who had met a few days ago.

Zhang Yansi also saw him smiling awkwardly, and glanced behind him.

As a result, when he turned around, a tall figure pressed over and wrapped him in his arms.

"Little cat, we meet again."