Chapter 7 Chapter 7 What are you doing?
Peng Yan was very satisfied with Wen Yu's performance. She took a photo of Wen Yu with her mobile phone. Ye Yinuo bent over to avoid blocking the view of her colleagues behind her. She was like a hiding kitten and secretly said to Peng Yan: "Sister Yan, I have a camera, let me take the photo."
Peng Yan looked down and saw Ye Yinuo had already rushed out with a camera hanging around his neck.
Close-up: one shot of the face, one shot from the left, one shot from the right. Why is the right side so much better looking? Two shots of the right side, three shots of the right side. Cut to a long shot: one shot from the left, one shot from the right, one shot from the back... click, click, one, two, three... click, click...
Pan Xianchen frowned at the person squatting in front of him to take a photo, then frowned again as he watched her looking for angles left and right, but just refused to move in front of him.
Who is this?
Something like his name is Ye Yinuo?
Five minutes later, they finally left. Pan Xianchen relaxed, his expression relaxed as Wen Yu's voice drifted in his ears, unhurried and unfazed. He suspected Wen Yu must have extensive stage experience, perhaps having given countless speeches during her student days. She had no stage fright at all and knew how to hold people's attention.
Wen Yu stood erect, occasionally shifting her steps, unhurried and unhurried. Her high ponytail gave her a youthful, stunning air, as if she were about to gallop off to the prairie, exploring the world unfettered like a wild horse.
Pan Xianchen imagined that scene, imagining her running and swaying, with the high ponytail behind her touching her white neck again and again... Click, click... Pan Xianchen was startled. Ye Yinuo had turned to his side again at some point and was taking pictures non-stop.
Pan Xianchen: “…”
He lowered his head, surprised by what he had just imagined. He clenched his hands, which had been casually placed on the table, so hard that his nails dug into his palms, causing a slight pain. A thin layer of sweat formed on his palms. He looked up, and Wen Yu's bright eyes were fixed on him. She blinked, and like a few diamonds falling from the vast starry sky, they landed on the ground with a thud. He could feel his heart pounding in the vast starlight.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to immerse himself in her report.
Yan Zhiwen sat next to him, and Pan Xianchen turned to look. Normally, Yan Zhiwen didn't attend these kinds of events; meetings, big or small, were handled by Yan Zhiwen's deputies. Today was different; it happened to coincide with last week's investment promotion conference, and Yan Zhiwen had noticed.
Pan Xianchen was curious about Yan Zhiwen's opinion of the presenter, and he observed Yan Zhiwen's demeanor. Yan Zhiwen stared intently at the young man presenting, demonstrating his interest in Wen Yu's report. Yan Zhiwen rarely listened to a meeting so intently; the wily, calculating veteran always ducked his head.
Wen Yu expressed his thanks.
Yan Zhiwen nodded and smiled.
Pan Xianchen knew Yan Zhiwen had a good impression of Wen Yu, so he smiled too. Wen Yu seemed to feel proud and honored to be recognized.
After leaving the lecture hall and following Yan Zhiwen to his office, Pan Xianchen asked, "Mr. Yan, how is it?"
Yan Zhiwen said: "There are good and bad ones. Who do you want to ask specifically?"
"Of course I care about the people I work for."
He reports to more than one person, including several supervisors.
Yan Zhiwen commented: "Old hands are giving way, and young people are showing their potential."
Pan Xianchen smiled.
"Okay, let's not talk about work anymore. Let's close the door and chat about family matters."
Pan Xianchen nodded and took the initiative to say, "Qianqian sent me a WeChat message. She's returning to China in two days, on a later flight."
"She was already back, but she insisted on going to some little country nearby to have some fun. She's so self-willed. I've spoiled her since she was little. I regret it so much!"
Pan Xianchen responded with a smile. Yan Zhiwen only had one daughter, Yan Qianqian, and he had her in his old age, so of course he spoiled her to the heavens. He spoiled her again. Now he's saying he's regretting it, but in fact, he loves his little girl to bits.
"Come to Uncle Yan's house for dinner tonight? Your parents will come too."
Pan Xianchen declined politely: "I have an appointment with a friend. You old friends are just getting together. I won't join you."
Pan Xianchen's friend had just returned from his honeymoon, and they met at the old place.
Ning Kai arrived and saw Pan Xianchen sitting at the bar, fiddling with a special drink. He quickly walked over and put his arm around Pan Xianchen's shoulders, "Pan dog!"
Pan Xianchen: “…”
"Ninggou."
"That's outrageous! Call me Dad Ning."
The bartender at the bar was trying to look cool while laughing. Ning Kai glanced at him sharply and threatened him: "Dare to laugh at the boss? You don't want to do this job anymore."
Pan Xianchen pointed around and taunted him, "Just count, how many customers are there? This place is losing money, you might as well close it down."
"Is there something wrong? After I close it, my wife kicks me out. Where am I going to sleep?"
The bartender was happy again.
Ning Kai: "Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Deduct 100 points for every laugh!"
Pan Xianchen: "Did your wife kick you out today? Otherwise, why would you invite me here?"
"No, no, I just missed you today. Come, let daddy hug you." Ning Kai spread his arms, but Pan Xianchen pushed him away and called him disgusting.
Pan Xianchen and Ning Kai were classmates, friends for over a decade. In their teens, they'd spent countless hours together. Pan Xianchen had participated in every major phase of Ning Kai's life, and Ning Kai had been no different.
After a few cups of horse urine, Ning Kai started to badmouth his wife to Pan Xianchen. He said that she had to supervise him washing his feet every day, and if he didn't, he wouldn't go to bed with her; that she would hit him when she was unhappy, and if he hit her back, she wouldn't go to bed with him; and that she got angry 800 times a day, like she must be made of balloons!
Pan Xianchen said, "Then get a divorce."
"Are you crazy? If you're jealous of me having a wife, just say so. Don't try to sow discord between me and my wife."
Ning Kai's face flushed with alcohol; after just a few drinks, it would turn red like a monkey's butt. He knew this. Pan Xianchen was different. He looked normal when he drank lightly, and normal when he drank heavily. It was impossible to tell from his appearance that he was drunk. It wasn't until he started peeing against a tree trunk with his pants down that anyone realized he was drunk.
Ning Kai looked at Pan Xianchen's calm face, unable to tell if he was drunk or not. He pointed a trembling finger at Pan Xianchen's face, "Pan Xianchen, you! Even I, Ning Gou, admit that you're such a handsome fella, how come you're still single? Hurry up and get married. Daddy really can't bear to see you so lonely."
Crazy.
Pan Xianchen thought: Ning Kai actually admitted that he was handsome... No, Ning Kai actually said that he was a dog... Obviously, he was the dog, Pan Dog, Pan Dog...
Pan Xianchen's vision began to blur. The massive wall of wine before him began to shift. The colorful bottles shimmered like brilliant neon lights, drawing him back to that city, that street. He walked side by side with a woman, and walked, walked, walked, until they reached a magnificent banquet. The white hem of her dress lifted and slid across his nose. What was that smell? Why couldn't he smell it? Why couldn't he imagine it?
What did he imagine? A high ponytail, swaying, back and forth.
Pan Xianchen stood up suddenly, and the bartender stopped him: "Hey——"
Pan Xianchen turned around, his face and voice were normal: "I'm fine, it's too stuffy and hot. I'll go outside to get some fresh air." He did not forget to explain Ning Kai's matter and reminded the bartender to take Ning Kai inside to lie down.
He walked outside alone, letting the evening breeze caress him. The bartender, worried, called out to his apprentice to follow him. Pan Xianchen found a tree by the roadside and leaned against it.
Why is it still hot?
He held up the collar of his short-sleeved shirt to ventilate the air. His young apprentice came up to him and asked if he needed help calling a designated driver. He picked up his phone and randomly dialed a number. The apprentice craned his neck to see: "No, no, that's not it. Let me do it."
After a few attempts, the apprentice returned the phone to Pan Xianchen and waited with him for the designated driver. He didn't hand the driver over until he arrived on a folding electric scooter.
On a clear night, the moonlight is unnaturally soft.
Wen Yu walked in the park to digest her food, a random playlist playing through her Bluetooth headphones. As soon as the third song ended, Ye Yinuo sent her a few photos. Wen Yu found a random stone bench by the lake and sat down to watch.
The star-chasing girl is awesome, she was photographed like a star.
Qianjin: I have many more photos in my camera, and these are the ones I think are the best.
Wen Xiaoyu: Sister, how come you are so good at taking pictures!
Ye Yinuo proudly sent a "humph" and then began to boast about her photography skills, counting the time for about five minutes. After five minutes, she said that she would send all her masterpieces one after another.
Wen Yu couldn't help laughing and replied "thank you".
Qianjin: ...But, there is another photo... Hehe...
Qianjin: Hehehehe.
Wen Yu: “…”
Why does it feel like Ye Yinuo looks like he has eaten a melon?
Wen Xiaoyu: Send it to me and take a look.
Qianjin: [Photo]
Wen Yu clicked on it and saw herself gazing down at the audience, looking very professional. The photo had been taken by Ye Yinuo from the side, also capturing colleagues in the first few rows of the auditorium. She zoomed in and immediately spotted Pan Xianchen in the first row.
Qianjin: How is it?
Wen Xiaoyu: What’s going on?
Qianjin: Isn’t Pan Gou’s eyes the same as a hungry dog seeing a bone? [Knocked] [Knocked]
Qianjin: Eating anything will only lead to balanced nutrition.jpg
Wen Xiaoyu: ...It’s a matter of angle.
Tsk, what's the angle problem? How could she not know that she took the photo?
Ye Yinuo touched her chin and thought for a moment. There was a problem, definitely a problem! Otherwise, why would her CP radar beep non-stop?
Qianjin: If you keep being stubborn, I will send this photo to Xiaohang and ask him to post it on the group’s official account!
Wen Xiaoyu: Please don’t do that.
Wen Yu took off his Bluetooth headset and studied the photos carefully.
Isn't it the angle? Is he looking at her? With that kind of eyes?
Wen Yu kept asking herself this question. The rumbling rock music and the rumbling heartbeat were in sync, exploding in her world.
WeChat rang again, and she was startled, thinking that Ye Yinuo was going to make fun of her again, but it turned out not to be the case - Wen Yu was really scared. Pan Xianchen sent her an ambiguous WeChat message at around nine o'clock in the evening in his private time after get off work.
Pan Xianchen: What are you doing?
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