Comparable species

The next day, because Cheng Sen handed in the photos and manuscripts on time, Qi Yan was rarely scolded.

Qi Yan turned the chair and faced Cheng Sen.

Cheng Sen stood by his table, crossed his hands in front of him in embarrassment, Qi Yan glanced at him, his puffy eyes quickly moved away after meeting his gaze, as if he was caught stealing something the thief.

Cheng Sen wore a white shirt similar to Qi Yan's today, but Cheng Sen's shirt looked a bit old, because it hadn't been washed for a long time, and the inner circle of the neckline was a little yellow.

"I'm not very good at taking pictures." Qi Yan raised the corners of his lips, and his translucent eyes were rarely stained with a smile, "I still want to thank you."

"Don't..." Cheng Sen waved his hands in a panic, he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "You don't have to thank me..."

Qi Yan is not very good at dealing with people. He nodded at Cheng Sen and turned to the desk. There were scraps of manuscripts scattered on the desk for the past few days. Qi Yan didn't intend to throw them away. He thought that some changes should be useful in the future superior.

There were too many papers piled up, and the copy paper on the lower layer smelled heavily of ink. Qi Yan took two breaths, as if swallowing a few stones, and his throat hurt.Qi Yan squeezed the paper in his hand, turned around after a few seconds, and met Cheng Sen who was still standing behind him, looking hesitant.

"Is there anything else?" Qi Yan stared at Cheng Sen with a flat tone.

Cheng Sen pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his knuckles, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, his movements were a little slow, "Can I add your WeChat?"

Qi Yan didn't speak. Within a few seconds, he saw the toner particles floating in the air, and Cheng Sen's fingers tightly pinching the seam of his trousers.

"I don't usually play these things very much." Qi Yan handed over his mobile phone, and after Cheng Sen added friends, he added: "Sometimes you send messages and I may not reply."

"You like Xia Shishen."

Qi Yan didn't hear clearly, he lowered his head to check the manuscript in his hand, hummed suspiciously, with a slight nasal sound.

"You only posted a circle of friends." Cheng Sen said, "Xia Shishen is really handsome, that's what you said."

The movements in Qi Yan's hands froze, he put the paper back on the table, and smoothed the creased corners of the page with his fingertips.Xia Shishen is very good-looking, with shining eyebrows and sharp outlines, it is so beautiful that Qi Yan's heart trembles.

But the human heart can't stand too many vibrations, and it will get sick.

"Send it casually." Qi Yan's tone was relaxed, like a feather floating in the air, fluttering down rustlingly.He took out his mobile phone, switched to the Moments interface, clicked on the only Moments, and pressed the delete button.

Qi Yan lowered his head again to face the pile of waste manuscripts on the table, and Cheng Sen stood behind him for a while before turning and leaving.

Maybe he read those manuscripts too carefully. By the time Qi Yan sorted out all the manuscripts, it was past twelve noon.The pink sky was like a drunken luminous body, and it fell on Qi Yan's table lavishly. Qi Yan sat in front of the table in a daze, his fair neck and ear pinnae were soaked in soft pink.

Someone patted him on the shoulder from behind, and Qi Yan turned his head slowly, with a bit of confusion on his face.

"Is everything packed?" Su Qin froze for a moment when Qi Yan turned his head. She felt that the last time she saw Qi Yan, he was not so good-looking.

Qi Yan still looked at her with a puzzled look on his face, and Su Qin lightened his tone rarely, "I'm going to the airport to squat in the afternoon, don't you forget?"

"I haven't forgotten." Qi Yan bent down, revealing the white and slender back of his neck. He took out the camera from under the table and shook it in the air as if holding evidence, "I remember it."

Su Qin is the leader of Group A. He is 35 years old and still unmarried.

Qi Yan put the equipment box into the trunk, and as Su Qin got into the co-pilot, he fastened his seat belt and sat in his seat, "Who are we shooting today?"

The bulky pickup truck made a rumbling sound as it passed the shock absorber, Qi Yan could only see Su Qin's shriveled lips opening and closing silently.

"What did you say?" Qi Yan asked again.

"Ren Xiaonian." Su Qin slammed the accelerator a few times, and she frowned and pressed the horn twice vigorously.

Seeing that Qi Yan was dumbfounded and said nothing, Su Qin turned the steering wheel to the right, looked straight ahead and added, "Xia Shishen, you know."

"It's the one in the legend who almost stabbed Xia Shi deeply."