gentle fall

As long as the psychological quality is strong enough, there is no need to be afraid of embarrassing scenes.

Wen Huaiyu cheered himself up secretly, but stood up as if nothing had happened, "I'm going to exercise."

Ji Yirou hummed: "The sportswear is on the right side of the closet, in the storage box below."

Wen Huaiyu nodded and walked past her. Fortunately, her ears were hidden in her hair, so she couldn't see the redness.

Seeing her go up the stairs, Ji Yirou smiled softly: "Don't worry, I will feed you well."

Wen Huaiyu just arrived at the corner: "What, what did you say?"

"Talked to myself."

Wen Huaiyu pursed her lips, sure enough she heard wrongly, how could her little bird say such strange things.

Even if she needs to be fed, she should feed her.

Really think too much.

……

Although Wen Huaiyu has a bad temper, most of the time, he comes and goes quickly. He seems very difficult to get along with, but also seems very easy to get along with.

The next morning, she got up and went downstairs, and saw Ji Yirou wearing the little skirt she bought and stepping on her favorite white leather shoes, the little emotions from yesterday dissipated in an instant, she walked over and turned around a few times: "My eyes are still Pretty accurate."

Ji Yirou struggled to choose a pink-blue dress from a bunch of pink and lovely dresses. She seldom wore such a bright color. In order to suppress this girlish feeling, she specially wore a pair of gold Silk glasses, long hair loose, a little more elegant and bookish: "Does it look good?"

Wen Huaiyu nodded: "Of course. It doesn't matter who chooses it."

After the two had breakfast, Ji Yirou picked up the bag: "I'll go to the hospital in the morning, learn to dance in the afternoon, and come back in the evening."

Wen Huaiyu hummed, and asked after a while: "That friend yesterday, why didn't I hear you say that?"

Ji Yirou's footsteps stopped, probably because of wearing glasses... Those clear eyes, which can be seen clearly at a glance, are like a misty cold pool in late autumn, locked with something she can't understand , seemed a little dark and deserted.

She whispered, "You didn't ask me either. Like, like you never introduced me to your friends either."

Wen Huaiyu was taken aback, is that so?

This silence didn't last long, because Ji Yirou's cell phone rang.

She answered the phone and hung up quickly: "The doctor's call. I'm leaving first."

With a click, the door closed.

Wen Huaiyu was a little distracted, still thinking, Ji Yirou looked at her quietly, like a child with bright eyes, looking through the window, looking at the exquisite toys that he couldn't get, passing by there day by day, but always Day after day of disappointment, and the light goes out in the dark.

She shook her head in confusion, her pretty brows were slightly furrowed, but it was time to go out.She didn't think about it anymore, picked up the key, and drove to the company.

When he arrived at the company, the secretary Xiao Fang had already handed over today's schedule, three meetings, one dinner, and a full day's schedule.

Probably since the new year, the whole company has felt the signs of Chairman Wen's decentralization. Apart from last year's ongoing merger and acquisition case, this year, another large-scale project and bidding activity were handed over to Miss Wen. superior.Not surprisingly, at the [-]th anniversary annual meeting at the end of this year, the chairman will announce the final candidate for the heir.

When arranging the schedule, Xiao Fang felt too much pressure on Mr. Wen's behalf, but after handing over the schedule, Wen Huaiyu took a look at it, then handed it to her, and just said lightly, I got it.

There are always some commonalities among workaholics, perfectionism, extreme self-discipline and good time management, which make people work like a precision machine and never tire.

During the day, she followed up projects, reported progress, and made decision-making plans at the company. When it was time to get off work, Deng Ruo came to knock on the door of her office, with a look of hopelessness on her face: "It's really going to die. Let's go, Director Zeng and the others are leaving too. .”

Wen's Group's industries were originally concentrated in the star hotel and real estate industries. In recent years, there has been a new trend of expansion. On the one hand, it is acquiring small and medium-sized high-tech enterprises, and on the other hand, it is entering the film and television investment industry.

With the rich financial strength and long corporate history of Wen's Enterprise, it is not too difficult to expand into new fields, but after all, it is to share other people's cakes and occupy market share, so there are some obstacles.

The object of tonight's dinner was Deng Ruo who came forward to negotiate, and someone in the middle of it was the most famous director in the film industry, Zeng Wang.

Deng Ruo flipped through the memo: "Director Zeng studied abroad in Western Europe in his early years, and his wife is French, which is something you can chat with; he has always filmed historical dramas, but this time he wanted to try new themes, and he was very bold. , the protagonist and the important supporting roles are all characters who walk in the gray area. This kind of film is easy to be ruined, but if it is shot well, it will be a big hit."

Wen Huaiyu briefly read the information before coming: "This kind of film is not easy to attract investment, so he came to us. This is not bad, both parties have something to ask, so that we can discuss cooperation."

"That's right. He has a lot of contacts, a lot of resources in the industry, and he has a lot of money. The few films he directed recently have exploded at the box office, and the industry calls him a cash cow. If the cooperation is successful, it must be mutually beneficial."

The two were talking, the driver stopped the car and reminded in a low voice, "Boss Wen, we're here."

Tonight's dinner is arranged in a high-end French western restaurant, the location is excellent, and the decoration has a kind of low-key luxury.

Director Zeng looked younger than expected, in his forties, with a square face, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a little bookish, stood up and shook hands: "Mr. Wen, I've admired you for a long time."

Wen Huaiyu smiled reservedly, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, making people feel comfortable: "Director Zeng is very polite, and I have admired your name for a long time. A few days ago, Mr. Xu called me and said that he had made an appointment with you. It was really a surprise. This Is it Mrs. Zeng?"

Sitting next to Zeng Wang was a blond French woman who greeted her warmly and spoke fluent Chinese: "Hello, are you Ms. Wen Yanshen's niece? My friend..."

Wen Huaiyu was slightly taken aback, how could this Mrs. Director Zeng still have friendship with her little aunt? I have never heard of it.

She was about to listen when Zeng Wang pressed his wife's arm, glanced at her, and then changed the subject: "Mr. Wen, let's order."

The menu was presented and handed over to Mrs. Zeng to order.

Wen Huaiyu remembered the film waiting for investment, so he asked: "I heard that the casting of that film took a lot of time. Are you sure now?"

Zeng Wang pushed his eye sockets: "The male lead has been decided. The female lead and the second female lead have not been decided, because the role setting is relatively special and there are many factors to consider. But there is no rush for this, there are good actors."

Wen Huaiyu nodded with a smile: "The industry is so big, there is always a suitable one."

Just when the food was served, Mrs. Zeng ordered French oysters, grilled Camembert cheese, veal braised in white sauce, foie gras with rare mushrooms, and crepes and tiramisu for dessert. The silver tableware on the white tablecloth was bright and clean, The environment is excellent and the taste is mellow, which surprised Mrs. Zeng.

The easiest way to communicate with people is to do what they like.

After this meal, he became familiar with a lot.

Before leaving, Wen Huaiyu couldn't help calling Mrs. Zeng: "You asked about my aunt earlier, did you know her?"

Mrs. Zeng had an extremely complicated look on her face, she was a little hesitant, and finally said: "I have a friend... who knows her."

Have a friend?

What friend?

Wen Huaiyu was even more curious, but Zeng Wang took his wife to say goodbye to her, and she couldn't get into the matter of her elders any more, so she just let it go.

Left and right, she is not close to her little aunt, so why should she care about other people's affairs.

After dinner, it's not too early.

Deng Ruo leaned lazily on the car seat: "Look at what that means, it's obvious that if you don't see a rabbit, you won't act like a hawk. He makes movies, he's also a director and a producer, and now he definitely wants to get our investment first. "

Wen Huaiyu hummed: "It's not bad to read the script. Investment is investment. To maintain long-term cooperation, there must be investment first."

Deng Ruo stretched her waist: "What should I do, Mr. Wen, I haven't eaten enough tonight, how about another treat?"

"Okay," Wen Huaiyu answered quickly, and suddenly thought of something, "I'll make a call and ask her to come out and meet you?"

She didn't even mention her name, and Deng Ruo understood all about her: "Okay, there are more people eating supper and it's lively."

Her tone was flat, but her heart was so excited that she was dying: she hid it like something every day, and now she is finally willing to bring it back!

The phone was dialed quickly: "Ji Yirou, are you at home, are you free?"

There was a song playing on the other end, but it became quiet after it was turned off: "At home. I'm dancing the dance taught by the teacher today. What's wrong?"

"If you're free," Wen Huaiyu paused, "Come out and have a late-night snack together, my friend is also here."

"Okay, huh," she took a breath, she was not as gentle and gentle as usual, but she was more excited than she should be at her age, "I'll be fine soon. You, and your friend, wait for me a moment Down."

Just listening to her tone, Wen Huaiyu couldn't suppress the joy, the corners of Wen Huaiyu's lips curved, and his tone became gentle: "Got it. Don't worry. I'll call a car to pick you up."

Deng Ruo chose a hot pot restaurant in Chongqing that was open until early in the morning, and drove there. After waiting for a while, Ji Yirou called and said she had arrived.

Wen Huaiyu reported the number of the box, but he still seemed worried, so he simply stood up and went out to pick her up.

Deng Ruo watched from the side, and couldn't help but sigh, Miss Wen seems to be more serious about this relationship than she imagined.

After a few minutes, the two returned to the box. Wen Huaiyu introduced, first pointing to Deng Ruo: "My friend, Deng Ruo."

When pointing at Ji Yirou, she obviously paused: "I told you, Ji Yirou."

The difference in wording is not big, but it can make people feel the difference clearly.

Two people in the ambiguous stage, even if they have kissed before, are still not full of lovers, and it is inevitable to be embarrassed when introducing them to others.

Ji Yirou pursed her lips and smiled, as if mocking herself, but the smile disappeared quickly.

She sat down, and after greeting Deng Ruo, she was not a talkative person, she just sat quietly at the side, picked up a spoon to cook the beef, her expression was calm and gentle, Xuenen's wrists were folded into a beautiful arc, which was also very beautiful .

Before meeting Ji Yirou, Deng Ruo had fantasized about her appearance, was she coquettish and cute, always pulling other people's sleeves and acting like a spoiled child; or was she mature and sexy, exuding a hormonal aura?

None of the results.

This girl doesn't have a strong sense of presence, but it's hard to ignore.

With such a cold personality, she suddenly wondered why Wen'er was tempted.

Wen Huaiyu wanted her to say a few more words, so he took the spoon in her hand: "Let me do it."

But before she started, her fingertips seemed to be scalded by steam. The girl held her finger and looked at it, then opened the door and asked the waiter for ice cubes.

The door was open, and someone happened to pass by outside, accompanied by the manager, Wen Huaiyu couldn't help laughing, it turned out to be an old acquaintance.

The man stopped when he heard the laughter, and looked back, just in time to see the box with the open door, and saw Wen Huaiyu full of playful smiles.

Deng Ruo: "..."

Where in life do we not meet again, why is this little stupid dragon again.

Xia Cen also saw her, turned his eyes a little unnaturally, and said to the manager, "Bring me two bottles of wine."

After finishing speaking, she just walked in like this, opened the stool and sat down: "Coincidentally. This is my shop."

This stupid dragon still speaks with such an upstart temperament.

Wen Huaiyu couldn't understand her, and continued to sneer: "Yes. Who doesn't know that everything from Michelin restaurants to roadside stalls on street corners and alleys is owned by the Xia family."

Xia Cen gave her a bitter look: "Didn't your Wen family sell houses in the first place? Who is more noble than whom!"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and glanced at Deng Ruo: "Hey, I will return your coat to you tomorrow."

The corner of Deng Ruo's mouth twitched: "No need. Just look at it and throw it away."

She didn't want it, she was afraid of being fooled by this idiot.

Xia Cen snorted a little unhappily, just as the manager brought over the wine, she ordered rather domineeringly: "When they come over later, the curtains will be wiped off."

She stood up, poured four full glasses of wine, and gave Wen Huaiyu an angry look: "Drink it. I am very clear about my grievances and grievances."

Wen Huaiyu sneered, "I'll drink it if you tell me to?"

Xia Cen frowned, she had never liked Wen Huaiyu, she thought she was arrogant and conceited, if she hadn't accepted her favor last time, no one would care about her.

"Then pretty sister, you drink."

Ji Yirou smiled at her, and was about to take the wine glass when Wen Huaiyu stopped her and drank it down: "She is not allowed to drink."

Facing Xia Cen's disgusted gaze, she added: "She only listens to me."

After all, it is her little bird, so she is not allowed to drink other people's wine casually.

In the end, Wen Huaiyu got drunk.

Unlike others who are drunk, she is extremely clear-headed when she is drunk, she just frowned slightly, she doesn't like being touched, she just wants to sit quietly.

The car stopped outside the villa, Deng Ruo helped Ji Yirou take her to the living room, and asked if he wanted to take her back to the room, Ji Yirou shook his head and said no.

Wen Huaiyu pursed his lips, without saying a word, watching Ji Yirou busy up and down, and seeing her come over after finishing her work, without her saying anything, she just held on to the handrail of the stairs and started to climb the stairs.

When she was drunk, she seemed very different from usual.

Such a bright and charming person with a flamboyant demeanor was a quiet little girl after she was drunk, she kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the window sill, and sat down with her knees hugged.

Ji Yirou made her hangover soup, but she didn't drink it, and didn't allow anyone to approach her. Then she picked up her phone, she didn't know what she was looking for, and suddenly started to read: "Woman, were you hungry before? I'll feed you!"

After finishing speaking, the corners of her lips curled up, revealing a self-consciously charming smile: "Since you have arrived in the palace, forget about your soft-footed bastard. Obediently be my canary!"

Ji Yirou: "..."

What kind of plot is this.

But Wen Huaiyu didn't realize the problem with this line at all, his face was extremely serious, without a smile at all, and he continued to read: "Hiss...you woman, why are you so damn sweet! I'm afraid you don't want to seduce me and get pregnant as soon as possible Come on kid!"

What a shame...

The author has something to say: I should suppress the number of words, I can’t control it for a while

The devils who call me Riwan in the comments, I want to chat with you about [Manual Dog Head], accept my pre-received article "Transformed into a Canary", next week V will be the previous week's Wan, the deal is not good!

The copy will come out in a few days, it's probably a love story of a concubine in the cold palace* a violent and arrogant emperor, hehe.