Zhou Mian remembered and said politely, "Thank you for the blanket."
Hua Yan asked, "Are you and Gu Qingxu boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Zhumian stood up slightly, taking a defensive stance: "What?"
Hua Yan only revealed a hint of something: "Gu Qingxu is not suitable for marriage. My advice is to consider other candidates."
The lines of his face were very clear, not the kind of hard and clear outlines that men have, but he was very handsome, with a smooth oval face. Only his nose bridge and brow bones were too high like those of a woman. The rest of his face was very seductive, so that he had a feeling of being both sinister and sunny and elegant. Because he had been in a high position for a long time and was used to seeing these things where class transitions were achieved through marriage, his eyes were smiling, but people dared not look directly at him, as if he could see through all their thoughts.
Zhuo Mian said with a fake smile: "Boss Hua thinks I'm trying to climb the social ladder and marry into a wealthy family."
Hua Yan didn't comment, just smiled, but then his words shot through like an arrow: "I'm saying there are many wealthy families out there, there's no need to hang yourself on one tree."
Zhu Meng frowned slightly.
Seeing her thinking, Hua Yan did not rush her. Instead, he lowered his head to light a cigarette, protecting the fire with one hand and holding a Givenchy lighter in the other. The lighter was silver, shiny but not dazzling.
He lit the cigarette, a speck of scarlet floating between his slender fingertips, a thin wisp of smoke rising. He took a puff and looked at her while holding the cigarette: "You may think I'm meddling in your business, but after a while you may understand what I mean."
Zhuomian felt that the way he looked at people was very class-conscious, relaxed, even smiling, and at ease, but it was as if a rich man was looking at a toy. He didn't know if the so-called internet celebrities were just toys in the eyes of these rich people, but that was the feeling he vaguely gave people.
She smiled politely and distantly: "Don't worry, Mr. Hua. I'm just a small internet celebrity, I don't need such a big face."
She just flicked her sleeves and left.
Hua Yan lowered his head to look at the cigarette, a smile in his eyes.
He has a bad temper.
It was exactly the same feeling as when I first met her.
He is arrogant and indeed very popular among the capital.
During the daytime nap, he thought Hua Yan had farted and went back to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, I had completely forgotten about him.
The morning sun flooded into the room.
Zhuomian walked to the balcony with a laundry basket in one hand. Just as she was about to put the clothes into the washing machine, a small thing fell out of the pocket of the nightgown she was wearing last night with a clang.
She picked it up and found it was the ring.
Gu Qingxu didn't know when she had stuffed the ring into her nightgown pocket.
Facing the sunlight, Zhuomian put the ring on her ring finger. She faced the bright morning light, shielded the sun with her hand, and looked at it against the light.
Very suitable.
Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is just like Mid-Autumn Festival, a time of family reunion.
She couldn't help but smile.
After she finished washing the clothes, she rummaged around in the bathroom, found a black hair dye, and carefully dyed her hair back in front of the mirror.
Just after rinsing off the shampoo, she received a message from Mr. Chen from Endless Entertainment, asking her if she had time to tutor his son.
Zhu Mian was blowing her hair in front of the mirror, thought for a while, and asked Qin Jing first.
After all, some senior executives were very clever in hinting at unspoken rules. She didn't know whether Mr. Chen had a son or whether he was really a freshman in the journalism department.
Qin Jing is young and has no conflicting interests with Mr. Chen, so he always speaks the truth.
Probably because it was a holiday, Qin Jing replied quickly: "This Mr. Chen is the second largest shareholder of Endless. He's a decent person. He does have a son who's about my age. He has a wide network of contacts. If you can build good relationships, Endless's resources are almost at your disposal."
Zhuomian's gaze stayed on the sentence that he was a fairly decent person.
The implication is that Mr. Chen has no other intentions.
It makes sense that Qin Jing is a senior in high school and Mr. Chen’s son is a freshman.
I could only pack up a copy of all my outlines, especially the outlines for my freshman year major exams.
She doesn't even know how to tutor the freshmen at NUS.
It is beyond imagination that freshmen at NUS need guidance.
All of them are top students of the exam-oriented education system. Even those who barely passed the entrance exam to the journalism department can all admit that they are outstanding students of the exam-oriented education system.
When it comes to seeking tutoring in the senior year of high school, I guess there are few people in NUS who haven't done so, except in special circumstances, but this is the first time she has seen anyone seeking tutoring in college.
She packed a lot of information in a tote bag and planned to see what level the young master was at.
When they arrived at the address Mr. Chen mentioned, the servant was waiting at the entrance and took her all the way inside. After swiping the card and passing through several doors, they finally arrived at the door of a room.
The servant indicated this room.
Xiaomian nodded and smiled, "Thank you."
After the servant left, Xiao Mian knocked on the door very politely. A low voice, like an echo, came from inside: "Come in."
Xiao Mian turned the doorknob, but he didn't expect to be hit by a critical hit as soon as he entered.
Chen Huai was sitting on the sofa with a young girl sitting on his lap. He was facing the door. The girl was wearing slightly cool clothes and had her back to him. The scene was inconsistent with his age of less than 20 years old.
Xiaomian immediately felt that something was wrong, but she had a strong psychological quality and said calmly, "So it's you."
She put her tote bag on the desk.
Chen Huai patted the girl's waist and said, "Go down."
The girl was reluctant and glared at Xiaomian before she opened the door handle and walked out.
After putting her things away, she turned around and suddenly Chen Huai appeared behind her: "Sister, what do you want to teach me?"
He showed his little rabbit teeth as white as porcelain, and his clean and sunny face seemed untouched by dust.
Zhumian kept his distance calmly, saying in a gentle tone, "I brought you some information. I think even if you're a college entrance exam immigrant, you're still a good student with decent grades. You should have no problem studying on your own."
Chen Huai blinked his deer eyes, a clear light flickering in them. He lowered his head and looked at her seriously: "Sister, can't you teach me little by little? I'm really far behind."
He has the refreshing scent of citrus perfume, which is upbeat, clean and youthful, with the collision of rosemary and bitter orange blossom. When he gets close to him, it wraps you in like an embrace.
Zhumian put on a fake smile and curled his eyes politely: "You have important things to do, so I won't disturb you. I also have a lot of things to do today. If you don't understand something, you can ask me next time."
She took out the information, picked up her bag and wanted to leave.
Chen Huai grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
Xiao Mian was pulled back and saw him smile menacingly, tilting his head. "Are you in such a hurry to leave? Are you going to find your boyfriend?"
Xiaomian said calmly: "Do you know who my boyfriend is?"
Chen Huai, however, seemed to have known about this for a long time, and smiled innocently: "Who was your partner when you hosted the school anniversary?"
Chen Huai's smile looked inexplicably sincere: "He is not suitable for you, change him."
That kind of talk again.
Of course, she was not so arrogant as to think that these men liked her. They had only met once, so it would be better to say that they found it amusing because she was not from that class, and they could control her affairs with just a wave of their hands.
But they all asked her to change, as if Gu Qingxu was carrying some unknown threat, or as if they had a grudge against Gu Qingxu.
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