When Xiao Yuan entered the room, she saw a pair of leather shoes placed at the door, which were obviously not Xu Yan's size. Then she realized that the only person who could be here besides Xu Yan was her boss. She held her breath, carefully placed the key on the table in the entrance hall, and leaned her head to look inside.
At first she didn't see anyone, and she knew there were no extra slippers here, so she brought a pair of disposable slippers. After putting them on, she looked up and saw a furry head behind the sofa, which scared her.
Hearing someone open the door, Xu Yan reached out to take off the sofa blanket on his head, and after seeing Xiao Yuan, he pointed in the direction of the master bedroom.
Xiao Yuan understood and lowered her voice, "Is the boss in there?"
"He's sleeping." Xu Yan nodded and watched Xiao Yuan open the bag and take out a square transparent glass bowl. Inside, there were neatly arranged green vegetable leaves. It looked very beautiful, but everyone who had eaten it as a staple food had no intention of appreciating this beauty. "
I thought the boss wouldn't come! Why didn't he go back to Nanyuan? I was startled when I saw the shoes at the door when I came in just now!" Xiao Yuan said to herself, opened the lid of the glass bowl and placed it in front of Xu Yan, and reached into the bag to take out chopsticks.
Xu Yan didn't respond.
Xiao Yuan thought for a moment, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Isn't it time for the boss to take a break? He didn't have a few days off because the last drama was finished and it was stuck in the Chinese New Year. Sister Cheng said that you should take more rest recently and turn down all the things that are not too important. Isn't that a world for two people!!"
Last night, Xu Yan went to a cocktail party, and Xiao Yuan was supposed to go with him. But in the end, Cheng Xinlu went with him. Although it was not a very important event, there were too many people going. Cheng Xinlu was worried that Xiao Yuan couldn't handle it. If both of them went with him, there would be too many people, and it would inevitably make people think that Xu Yan was arrogant.
Xiao Yuan took a short vacation and lay at home happily browsing the forums and following the drama.
She couldn't find any good posts about Xu Yan by browsing the forums, and when she saw negative posts, she couldn't help but click in to see what these people were saying. Last night I saw an analysis of Xu Yan's recent behavior. The last person who posted said this: xy has never been vocal, a typical Little White Lotus routine. The best way to make him obscure is to ignore him, not buy the things he endorses, not watch his works, and not scold him, so that the Internet has no trace of him. But it is too difficult to prevent netizens from scolding xy, which will easily lead to him suddenly popping up at some point to complain about online violence, and then saying that he has depression (xy is good at writing medical records anyway).
She was wearing a vest and typing a lot last night, and she didn't take it seriously at all. But looking at Xu Yan's appearance today, her scalp suddenly went numb. With the chopsticks placed on the bowl, Xiao Yuan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xu Yan, "Teacher Xu?"
Xu Yan sat cross-legged on the sofa, and next to him was the plain sofa blanket he had just taken off his head.
He was 1.76 meters tall, and just under 1.8 meters with shoes on, which was not considered tall in the entertainment industry. The female artist standing next to him in high heels was almost as tall as him, and with her slender figure, she curled up on the sofa like a dazed human-shaped doll lying on the sofa.
Xiao Yuan chattered, but Xu Yan didn't listen.
He really couldn't think of so many things in his mind, as if he was born with a defect. When I think about something over and over again, I can't hear what others are saying. I can hear sounds, just like a radio playing intermittent signals on the distant lake, with a hoarse sound quality. And he is at the bottom of the lake.
The lake water sways, and Liang Yisheng's face is reflected in the ripples. He frowns and asks him if he will sleep here tonight.
"Teacher Xu?"
A hand is waving in front of him, and Xu Yan comes back to his senses. It's just like he just got out of the lake, and his breathing suddenly becomes smooth. Looking into Xiao Yuan's eyes, he sensed the worry and smiled, "I was distracted, what's wrong?"
Xiao Yuan was not a person who could keep secrets, "Are you okay? I think you're not in a good mood."
Xu Yan joked with her, "I'm almost 30 years old and you only give me vegetable leaves for lunch, how can I be in a good mood?"
Xiao Yuan immediately pulled the bowl in front of him towards herself and hugged it, "Then let's not eat this, can I order a takeout for you? I said it before, you're thinner than me, a girl, why do you still want to lose weight?"
Xu Yan really laughed this time, he thought Xiao Yuan was very good like this, she believed whatever others said, and he never had to worry about being tired of being with her, and she would definitely believe it if he said something to evade her and would not bother asking any more questions. He felt embarrassed, his heart was full of worries, but he lied to her and said it was nothing.
"So what about tonight...stay in Xinyuan or go back to your own place?" Xiao Yuan asked again.
Xu Yan glanced at the closed door of the master bedroom.
According to the decoration style of this house, the people living in it should be lovers in their twenties or thirties, newlyweds, who tidy up this warm white decoration every day to make it clean and warm. Going home to see your lover is like being relaxed and comfortable in a long-haired sofa rug. The door of the master bedroom is off-white, with extremely complex and heavy patterns carved on the wooden board, and it is tightly closed.
He found that he was still too confident. Cheng Xinlu was also excited to film Lu Jiahong's drama, but she still repeatedly advised him to be cautious, fearing that he would get too close to Liang Yisheng and it would be difficult to withdraw.
He always felt that he was sensible. He knew in his heart that Liang Yisheng didn't like him, and thought he could keep a good distance. Unexpectedly, they got closer and closer. People standing at the two ends of the long scale were cautious no matter how close they were. Even if they were within reach of each other, they were still worried about falling from above.
Xu Yan lowered his eyes and answered Xiao Yuan, "I'm not sleeping here."
Zhuo Lu hosted a dinner on Sunday, and Xu Yan arrived at Lushuiting at six o'clock in the evening.
Xu Yan knew about Lushuiting before. In the city center where every inch of land is valuable, Lushuiting is built like a miniature version of the Water Cube. It is built with transparent cyan glass bricks, and from the outside you can see the bamboo forest and flowing water inside, which looks like a paradise.
It is not convenient to bring an assistant or agent to this kind of dinner, so Xu Yan came alone, wearing a mask and sunglasses. The waiters at the door were all wearing dark blue cheongsams. They looked straight ahead and smiled standardly, as if they had to see countless Xu Yans dressed like this every day and had long lost interest in spying on their true faces.
"Mr. Zhuo has instructed me to take you there." The waiter bowed slightly to him, and her high heels clattered on the ground as she led Xu Yan to the innermost part. The lobby was like the back garden of a general's family, with rockeries, flowing water, bamboo forests, and even two giraffes on a fenced lawn.
When he walked to a private room at the back, the waiter opened the door for him. He was not very curious, but bowed again and turned to leave.
"Speaking of the devil, is that it? Let me introduce you to Xu Yan. I fell in love with him at first sight." Xu Yan's sight was half blocked by a potted plant as tall as a person at the door, but it did not prevent him from hearing the voice in the private room. The person who was talking should have a very wide mouth and a rough voice.
The next moment, he saw the man in the blue shirt and black vest that day walking over with a glass of wine. Xu Yan went back that day and searched for information about Guo Hewei. There weren't many photos and information about him, and he basically knew that he had carefully dressed up in front of the camera. Today, he finally met him in person. His face was red, and because he had been drinking, his neck was short, making him look wretched.
"You're late, even later than our brother Zhuo. Do you think you should drink this glass of wine?" Guo Hewei smiled and patted Xu Yan's shoulder. After that, he kept his palm on his shoulder and didn't leave. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The cup he handed over should be the one he used. There were obvious water stains on the rim of the cup.
Xu Yan had a decent smile on his face, "The city center was too congested on Sunday. I didn't estimate it well. I take the blame."
He turned the side that Guo Hewei had drunk to the side, raised his head and drank the glass of white wine inside.
The hot wine flowed down the throat, like swallowing a spark, and flowed into the stomach, burning a black hole in the stomach.
Guo Hewei didn't know whether he was satisfied or not. He snorted with a half-smile, and put his palm on Xu Yan's back again, sliding down from his shoulder and touching him tightly. Xu Yan tried not to frown, but took a step forward and avoided Zhuo Lu inconspicuously. His eyes were fixed on Zhuo Lu's face, and he said, "I'm sorry to have made you wait for me."
Xu Yan sat next to Zhuo Lu, and Guo Hewei sat opposite him.
The topic on the table started to revolve around Xu Yan, asking Xu Yan that he must have suffered a lot when filming Lu Jiahong's film, and also asking Xu Yan what direction he wanted to develop in the future. Xu Yan's answer was flawless, as if he was dealing with a reporter, making people not want to talk to him anymore. It didn't take long for the topic to move on to something else.
Xu Yan's alcohol tolerance meant he wouldn't be drunk right now, but he drank the first few cups too quickly, and now he felt a slight headache. When he reached out to take the teacup, he accidentally touched Zhuo Lu's arm. Zhuo Lu smiled and handed him the cup, "You don't hate me, do you? You were tricked by my autograph."
Xu Yan laughed, "Of course not, I came here willingly."
Most of the people at the table were behind the scenes, producers, distributors, and investors. At this moment, they were talking about a film that was stuck before the New Year. Guo Hewei pinched a cigarette between his fingers, swore endlessly, and glanced at Xu Yan from time to time. Seeing Zhuo Lu signing for him, he put it into the inner pocket of his shirt with great care, and unhappily threw the cigarette he had just lit into the cup in front of him.
"Puff" the sparks were drowned out.
There was a fierce quarrel at the table. These people got together and started cursing at each other endlessly. Xu Yan felt like there was a buzzing machine in his head. He stood up, apologized and said he was going to the toilet.
Guo Hewei didn't say anything and asked him to come back quickly.
When he entered the toilet, he smelled a familiar smell, which was very pungent. His head was dizzy but he couldn't remember it. When the cold water was splashed on his face, Xu Yan suddenly remembered that it seemed to be the smell of someone's cigarette. People who don't smoke can easily smell the difference between everyone's cigarettes. Lu Jiahong's cigarettes have a burnt smell, and smokers will think this kind of cigarettes are strong enough. Cheng Xinlu's cigarettes are fresh and cool because of the mint popping beads in them.
Liang Yisheng's cigarettes have this kind of smell, pungent and strong, and you will get drunk if you smell them for a long time.
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