Fu Xun's voice dropped and he didn't finish the second half of his sentence.

What he wanted to say was——

Without you, he would have been exiled and would have died drunk in some bar, and lived a miserable life.

“…”

Shi Yan raised his eyelashes, his profile under the brim of his hat was cold, his slender fingers paused for a moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he said nothing.

…

The huge office was silent, with only the sound of typing on the keyboard.

Two hours later.

The noise stopped, and Shi Yan just said: "The press conference can go on as usual."

The risk of being held accountable by all directors and forced to step down and make way for more capable people was easily resolved with just a few words.

They never doubted Shi Yan and trusted him 100%. Fu Xun didn't even look at the backstage. He seemed to be indifferent to the accident and was very calm.

"A Yan, now that you're back, why not stay a few more days? I just sent a text message to Xiao Jingheng and the others. The private jet will arrive this afternoon."

Shi Yan shook his head and refused: "No."

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave.

Fu Xun definitely wanted to keep the person. In fact, he didn't expect Shi Yan to come forward this time. He was willing to abdicate and let someone else take over. He didn't really care about this puppet position.

But he knew, and Xiao Jingheng and Xiao Jingyu also knew, that Shi Yan would not stand idly by, so he simply used this as an excuse to call him over. How could Fu Xun not be excited when someone who had disappeared for a whole year finally came back alive? The four of them were indispensable.

However, before he could open his mouth, he heard Shi Yan say, "I'm in a hurry."

In a hurry? Indeed.

Fu Xun also noticed that Shi Yan would glance at the time at least once a minute.

"Is there an emergency?"

What kind of emergency could there be? The crew's trip to France to shoot was just a cover-up. Everything had been arranged properly without any mistakes, so Fu Xun was puzzled.

Subconsciously, I thought that this was another excuse made by Shi Yan to shirk responsibility.

As a result, Shi Yan hummed, as if he remembered something. His originally cold expression became more serious, and he pursed his lips: "I want to make a WeChat video call."

Fu Xun's eyes widened instantly: "???!!!"

Completely fucking stunned.

"WeChat?!"

"What did you just say?! WeChat? You actually have WeChat! A caveman like you actually--" Video chatting is so fashionable? Shi Yan's cold black eyes swept over lightly--

Fu Xun smacked his lips and tried to be tactful: "...I mean, how did you think of using WeChat?" He was so dull and cold, like an iron wall that no one could get close to. It was even determined that he would never use this kind of software in his life.

Who would have thought that the boy, who usually didn't like to talk to others, would actually take the initiative to ask, "No, it's weird?"

"Strange! Very strange, okay?" Fu Xun gave a direct affirmative answer, and pointedly glanced at him: "In this era of extremely advanced Internet, people who don't use social apps, don't entertain themselves, and only bow their heads to type in data are very weird - how boring and uninteresting they must be."

The 'this person' in these words is just short of mentioning Shi Yan by name.

“…”

Shi Yan raised his dark eyes and said in a muffled voice: "It's the same if you use text messages on your mobile phone."

As a result, Fu Xun burst out laughing, as if he had found Shi Yan's emotional fluctuation point. He frantically tested him and pretended to say a French exclamation, which meant something like "Oh my God": "Hey, Yan, who still uses text messaging apps these days? How old-fashioned, tut tut, it's still boring, boring!"

Shi Yan: “…………”

“…very boring.”

So, does she also think she is boring?

Sure enough, the young man's cold brows wrinkled slightly in an instant, and he looked quite distressed, muttering something to himself.

Fu Xun's eyes sparkled as if he had discovered a new continent.

You know.

once--

The three of them even made a bet that whoever could make Ah Yan angry or laugh, in short, whoever could make him have some normal human emotional fluctuations, would win.

result.

They tried their best but it was in vain and they all returned empty-handed.

The phone hasn't been taken out yet.

"...Hey, where are you going, Yan?"

"Don't you want to eat steak? Let's go to the restaurant to listen to the erhu..."

However, Shi Yan wanted to leave and no one could stop him.

The door was opened again. All the special assistants and secretaries were waiting outside the door. When they heard the noise, they were ready to escort the incoming customers. Then, when they looked up, everyone saw that Mr. Fu, who was usually very aloof and had a ferocious face that scared everyone, was lying on the glass without any image, especially like a -

Octopus.

The special assistants and secretaries were stunned: ??? But the next second, Fu Xun had returned to normal. Everyone was stunned again, suspecting that the scene just now was their hallucination.

…

When Shi Yan left, Fu Xun straightened his high-end suit, held his head high, returned to his computer desk, and issued a video conference call.

The man had a tough face and stared at the camera with a cold smile.

Damn, a bunch of bastards who change their attitude according to the wind.

Next, let him see how quickly they can change their expressions.

Haha, it should be about the speed of light.

…

** Beijing City.

Sheng Yuan almost calculated the time, supported his chin with both hands, and sat obediently in front of his mobile phone in advance.

She answered the WeChat video call the second it sounded.

The network connected, the screen flashed black for a second, and then the boy's cold face appeared on the screen, with delicate black eyes under the brim of his hat and a high nose bridge.

He seemed to be unfamiliar with the software. He looked around for two seconds before finding the camera. He held the phone with his slender hands and pointed it at his face.

"Shi Yan!"

"……Um."

"Are you there yet?"

Shi Yan glanced around at the rear seat where he was, and after a slight pause, he said, "On the way to the hotel."

"Not yet, are you tired?"

Shi Yan looked at the beautiful fair face of the girl on the screen of his mobile phone. Her pair of clear eyes were shining with a bright light, as if her eyes were always sparkling when she saw him.

Since the incident at Fu's two days ago, the crew has been on a ten-hour flight, and Shi Yan has been working non-stop. He looked at her in a low, magnetic voice and said, "I won't get tired."

Sheng Yuan hummed: "Which hotel are you staying in?"

Shi Yan didn't think about it and told her. After listening, Sheng Yuan nodded and said she understood.

Then.

I won’t say anything.

The two people looked at each other across the screen, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Shi Yan kept Fu Xun's words in his mind -

'Boring!' 'Too boring!'

The young man pursed his thin lips tightly, as if hesitating about something. He curled his fingers nervously and began to speak actively, frantically searching his mind for topics to talk to her about.

Basically, for every question he asked, Sheng Yuan would answer.

After answering, she stopped talking again.

“…”

Shi Yan already frowned in annoyance.

As expected, he was indeed very boring, and could only say dry things like "What are you doing" and "What did you eat for lunch", which was completely on par with the topic terminator.

She was sure—

(End of this chapter)