However, Wen Xia didn't know that he had just missed the door key. He thought it was just that stupid robot's daily stupidity. After washing up, he received a message from Guiqulai on his phone, asking him why he didn't participate in the filming of the platform's promotional video.

Guiqulai: [We haven't met yet, right? I was thinking of taking this opportunity to have a secret relationship with Chen Cang offline]

Wen Yixia: [Don't use idioms randomly, who would have a secret relationship with you]

Wen Yixia: [You participated?]

Guiqulai: [Of course]

Come to think of it, who is Guiqulai, the Turtle God, if the platform wants to invite him, it must give him extra benefits. Wen Xia and him first met each other, which can actually be regarded as a fight without knowing each other.

At that time, his studio had just released its first game, and Guiqulai had just retired. He was tired of live streaming PUBG, so he decided to find some other games to play. He opened Steam and saw the recommendation, so he bought it. Anyway, the price was not high. But he has a problem. He is ruthless when it comes to games he sees for the first time. He will complain about them very harshly, and that game naturally did not escape his venomous mouth.

The audience size of his live broadcast can be imagined. That night, the comments under Wen Xia's Weibo exploded. But he, the eldest master Wen, is not a person with a good temper. There is no reason to swallow the fire that comes to his door.

Guiqulai didn't think he was wrong, so the two of them had an intermittent public fight on Weibo for 24 hours, and finally shook hands and made peace for no reason. They also added WeChat and agreed to play games together when they were free. Later, when Guiqulai was live streaming, he asked him to play with him in a double row, and then he opened his own live streaming room.

The two of them have only communicated online so far, and have never met offline.

Guiqulai: [You don’t know, I have been coveting Fenghang’s VR all-in-one machine for a long time. I also asked Nana specifically, and she said that if I participate, I can ask Fenghang for a set.]

Wen Xia complained about him: [You are not without money to buy it.]

Guiqulai: [Young man, you don’t understand the joy of getting something for free.]

Wen Xia glanced at the wall next to the room next door and thought to himself, I understand.

Two hundred thousand, whoever gets it will be happy.

He got it from the CEO of Fenghang.

In order to prevent himself from sleepwalking again, Wen Xia locked the door before going to bed.

He slept much more peacefully that night, waking up only once, and not having any weird dreams.

The next morning, he bumped into Lin Fengqi at the door of the room.

"Good morning." Wen Xia greeted formally.

Lin Fengqi's eyes stayed on his face for two seconds and nodded.

Then they went out separately.

Today is Fang Lianshu's birthday. Wen Shanhai was afraid that Wen Xia would forget, so he sent him three messages in one day to remind him. In the evening, Zou Boyan called and said that he had gone downstairs to the office building.

Wen Xia went downstairs. Zou Boyan's car was parked on the side of the road. When he got out, he rolled down the window and waved enthusiastically: "Old Xia!"

Wen Xia stood by the car and bent over and asked: "Where are the clothes I asked you to bring?"

Zou Boyan pointed back and said: "In the back seat, go change in the back."

Wen Xia sat in the back seat and saw that there was indeed a set of formal clothes on the seat.

Fang Lianshu was a face-conscious person. Every year, he would hold a grand birthday party according to the standards of a dinner party. Regardless of whether they were familiar or not, he would invite all kinds of famous people. In comparison, Wen Shanhai's birthday was as dull as water. He would often just get together with a few old friends to drink. Sometimes, he would simply not invite anyone, and just have a meal at home with Wen Xia, or Wen Xia would treat him to a restaurant.

Wen Xia didn't bring a dress to Lin Fengqi's place. It was too troublesome to go back to his own house after work to change, so he simply asked Zou Boyan to bring one over. After all, the two of them were of similar size, so it didn't matter who wore whose.

Zou Boyan closed the car window, and Wen Xia listened to him while changing clothes: "You said that Lin Fengqi was too mean. He didn't even give you a key... Can't you just live with him?"

Wen Xia: "I've already moved there, so it's not you who's suffering."

After he said this, the car became quiet. Zou Boyan didn't respond, and looked at him strangely through the rearview mirror in the car.

"What?"

"Your tone is not right," Zou Boyan looked suspicious, "Old Xia, you are not in love with Lin Fengqi again, are you?"

Wen Xia paused and said unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about, is he such a popular person? Am I hungry or poor? Why would I eat his steamed bun when there are so many delicious foods?"

"Really? I don't understand why he would choose you for a fake marriage." Zou Boyan was puzzled.

Wen Xia said I want to know more.

After that, he was silent. Lin Fengqi has not given a reason so far, and Wen Xia is too lazy to ask. Thinking too much will easily confuse himself.

Three years of high school are enough, he doesn't want to let himself fall into the state where his emotions will fluctuate because of Lin Fengqi's words, expression or even a look. He didn't want to guess the other person's thoughts anymore, it was very tiring, he had guessed enough for three years.

Anyway, let the past be the past, now he and Lin Fengqi are just a relationship of mutual benefit.

The two arrived at Oasis Hotel, just entered the elevator, Wen Xia was dazed, suddenly saw a familiar face among the three people who were walking into the hotel door.

Zou Boyan: "Huh? Old Xia, look, is that..."

Before he finished speaking, the elevator door had closed.

He turned his head, and Wen Xia calmly withdrew his hand.

"-Is it Lin Fengqi?" Two seconds later, Zou Boyan spoke.

"You saw it too?" Wen Xia said.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Zou Boyan asked doubtfully: "Why is he here?"

The two looked at each other, Wen Xia hesitated: "...Not really? Have you heard that Uncle Fang knows him?"

"I haven't heard of it..."

Fang Lianshu loves to make friends, his social circle is well-connected, and he knows a few people wherever he goes. His company is in real estate, and it seems that he has nothing to do with Lin Fengqi.

He should be here to participate in some other activities. Fang Lianshu didn't book the entire Oasis Hotel, but only the banquet hall on the third floor.

At the door of the banquet hall, two receptionists led them in with a smile. The banquet hall was magnificent, with dazzling lights, clinking glasses, and symphonic music - it was the same every year.

Wen Xia saw the protagonist of the day, Fang Lianshu, at a glance. He was always surrounded by people, and at this moment he was holding a glass of wine and chatting with people. One of them was his father, Comrade Wen Shanhai.

The two of them went over to say hello. Fang Lianshu smiled and embraced Wen Xia: "Oh, Xiaoxia, it's been a long time. I was worried that you were too busy to come today! I told your dad many times to ask him to call you."

Wen Xia followed suit: "Uncle Fang, it's your birthday, of course I won't come."

Wen Xia saw his father curl his lips and snorted silently with a little disdain.

"Okay, okay, uncle loves you well," Fang Lianshu smiled, "You and Ah Huai haven't seen each other for a long time, right? What a pity, he's not here right now, there's a meeting at the company, he has to come later. You don't know, he's so busy now, sometimes he doesn't even have time to eat, and he just negotiated a big order two days ago!"

Hearing this, the people around him echoed his words, saying something like "Mr. Fang, you really have a good son" and so on... I don't know how much of it is true and how much is false, anyway, Fang Lianshu fell for it and was as happy as a flower.

When Wen Xia was free, the two brothers patted his father's shoulders in a friendly manner: "Old comrade Wen Shanhai, don't be angry, we'll treat you to barbecue some other day."

Wen Shanhai frowned and snorted heavily, and two seconds later said: "Let's go to another place, don't go to the same place as last time, the meat there doesn't taste fresh."

"Okay."

Zou Boyan came over: "Take me with you?"

Wen Xia was unceremonious: "Father and son, why are you adding to the fuss."

"Am I not half Uncle Wen's son?" Zou Boyan said, "Or I can be half your father."

Wen Shanhai was unhappy: "Hey, little brat, who are you taking advantage of?"

Zou Boyan laughed.

At this time, several people entered the venue led by the receptionist. This time, Fang Lianshu greeted them personally: "Mr. Ma!"

Wen Xia turned his head and glanced at them. Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked over again and was stunned.

How.

It really is.

Lin Fengqi?

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