stop, don't move

Wen Shiyan took Qiao Le to a French restaurant. Although Qiao Le was cramped, he looked very natural. He had been to such a high-end place before, but that was when he was five or six years old, and he couldn't remember clearly.

"There are very few opportunities to get in touch with young people like you. I wonder if you can accept this place, or should we go to a more lively place?"

No matter how calm Qiao Le was, how could he escape Wen Shiyan's shrewd eyes. It was just a coincidence that he met Qiao Le today, but since he invited people to eat together, he should be in the most relaxed state.

"Mr. Wen, you are joking. You are also very young. This place is very good. Don't worry too much."

Qiao Le became embarrassed by Wen Shiyan's politeness. Although they had a relationship that night, Qiao Le didn't think he was the same kind of person as him. Thoughts on being an artist?

Qiao Le would never think that a dignified president of a company would invite a poor student who had met twice for no reason to dinner, but seeing Wen Shiyan's demeanor and kind smile, he felt that his judgment was wrong.

Although it is not good to speculate on people casually, Qiao Le's defensive personality has formed a conditioned reflex in him. His first judgment on many people is correct, but Wen Shiyan makes him unable to see through it, and his thoughts are also vacillating. of.

Like a little yellow chicken.

Qiao Le's mood suddenly became much more relaxed, Shen Kaixing gave him the little yellow chicken hairpin, and Qiao Le bounced its chubby body even if he had nothing to do, and then watched it swaying boredly, which could kill a while.

Qiao Le took off the hat on his head, and the medical stickers under his bangs could not be covered. Seeing Wen Shiyan's eyes fell on his forehead, Qiao Le smiled awkwardly, and lied calmly, "I accidentally fell down the stairs. Yes, I just laughed."

Qiao Le had put on the stickers for three days before giving up. It was really uncomfortable, but after tearing off the stickers, a strong wind almost scratched the hole again, so Qiao Le had to put on the plaster-like stickers again, and It is extremely sad to post a few more days than before.

Wen Shiyan ordered the food by himself, and glanced at the hat that Qiao Le put aside. This hat looked familiar, it was made for children, and it was made by a famous Italian designer. He saw Lu Yifan wearing the same one before. Missing a furball?

"You think I'm young, can you guess my age?"

Wen Shiyan looked at the silent Qiao Le, not wanting to make the atmosphere so stiff, so he took the initiative to ask questions.

Qiao Le looked up at Wen Shiyan, blinked his eyelashes, and looked at him directly. Wen Shiyan combed his hair back, meticulously, wearing a black suit, exuding the air of a mature man, but Qiao Le didn't think he was very old , if you change your clothes and let your hair down, you should also look very young, probably about the same age as Shen Kaixing.

"Around 21 or 22?"

Qiao Le raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively. He felt that his guess should be about the same, and it would definitely not exceed 23.

"A bit 'right' than 22, I'm 25 this year and just got through two full rounds a few months ago."

Wen Shiyan looked directly at Qiao Le's eyes. Qiao Le's eyes were the best among the facial features. They were slender but not frivolous. They were not like the big watery eyes with folded skin. They were more unique. All thoughts are hidden under these eyes. It is very special for a 19-year-old student to have such calmness.

This is the second time Wen Shiyan used "special" to describe Qiao Le. He always felt that Qiao Le was familiar, so he wanted to get closer to him. The thing that attracted him most about Qiao Le was his stability, his calmness beyond his age.

"You don't have work today? Is there a holiday on New Year's Day?"

"Ah, no," Qiao Le knew that there must not be many fakes in big companies, and it doesn't mean that there are fakes in small bookstores, so he answered honestly, "The boss returned to another city a few days ago, and I haven't found a new job yet."

Wen Shiyan nodded and saw Qiao Le's slightly regretful expression.

It wasn't too embarrassing for the two of them to eat this meal. Qiao Le was very envious of Wen Shiyan's good cultivation, like a noble son, of course, he should be the noble son.

Qiao Le rejected Wen Shiyan's offer to send him back, and took a taxi home alone, but he was relieved that he didn't see Qiao Shan.

Qiao Le was pouring water to wash his face when the phone rang, and a series of numbers on the screen made him feel familiar. Qiao Le did not wait until it was time to answer.

"Qiao Le, I'm sorry to disturb you again."

"Mr. Wen?"

This scene is a bit familiar. He and Wen Shiyan were in the same situation a month ago. They met during the day and called at night. The last time they asked him if he wanted to be an artist. What about this time?

"That's right. Do you know about the program "Where is Uncle Going?" Duan Yi will participate in the recording of the second season on January [-]th. You don't have a job now, would you like to be Duan Yi's assistant?" Wen Shiyan asked. A slow and gentle tone seduced Qiao Le, "Because there are children in school, so I can only record on Saturdays and Sundays, and at the end of the two weeks after the start of winter vacation, someone will tell you about the main work, and I will fly away. Out of town, it’s a bit like traveling, if you feel that the winter vacation time is too busy, you can work as an assistant for Duan Yi in the rest of the time, and the salary for this part will be paid separately.”

Qiao Le was very hesitant. This was a good thing, but he also knew that Wen Shiyan was taking care of him. The tenuous and fragile connection between him and Wen Shiyan was just that terrible night. He didn't have to He was too kind to himself, but when Wen Shiyan mentioned the price of his salary, Qiao Le agreed without hesitation.

This is the money he can only earn by working three jobs without sleep, and this is only on Saturdays and Sundays, and the money of his personal assistant makes him even more jealous.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen."

"You don't need too much. I had a young brother who died before he was born, so I...please forgive me, and I believe you can do this job well."

After Wen Shiyan finished speaking, he just wanted to slap himself. How could he have a younger brother? He is the only heir of the Wen family, and now he can even lie at his fingertips just to make this boy.

For some reason, he wanted to help him, and even more wanted to give him freedom without restraint.