There is a small bell on the collar.
A small, round copper bell.
Gu Qingxu felt a little at a loss holding the box.
He carefully placed the box into the drawer, and when the bell rang slightly, he felt a burning sensation on his face.
It took almost a week for Zhuomian to shoot the short film, which was then edited by the team.
After filming the promotional video for Wen's Bank, Wen Wan invited her to have afternoon tea.
When she arrived, she found that Wen Wan had come prepared and asked her excitedly, "Do you know Shi Wang?"
She raised an eyebrow: "What?"
Wen Wan was extremely excited: "The Hong Kong media is all over the news about him spending tens of millions to hold a concert to pursue you. What a grand occasion! The prince of Yangliu'an, who would spend half a billion on a girl before confirming the relationship? You are famous in Hong Kong now."
In the dim light of the bronze lamp, Xiaomian smiled and showed no interest in the topic. "This coffee shop doesn't know how to make hand-poured coffee with Kenyan coffee beans that have such high acidity."
Outside the white wavy window behind her, there are lush green plants, and the drizzle makes the green deeper, and her light-colored Bohemian long skirt also looks quiet and elegant.
She took a sip and didn't want to mention Shi Wang.
Wen Wan didn't let her go, and asked excitedly, "What does he study in your school?"
However, the other party was Party A, who repeatedly asked questions, and I, who had trouble sleeping during the day, repeatedly refused to answer: "Drama literature."
Wen Wan nodded: "It suits you well."
"Fit? How can it be fitting that he, as the heir, didn't study business?" Zhu Mian was puzzled.
Wen Wan didn't take it seriously, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. "People who have been rich for many generations generally don't study business, because it's too practical and looks cheap. Many young masters of aristocratic families study philosophy and literature, which is classical and elegant enough."
I don’t know about these things because I don’t sleep in that class during the day. This is the first time I’ve heard of it.
But she asked Shi Wang the same question that night at the concert, and Shi Wang did not show any condescending contempt at that time.
Wen Wan didn't notice her slight hesitation. "Except for people like Gu Qingxu who clearly have to study law to inherit the estate, many people generally prefer to study literature. That's why young masters from aristocratic families generally prefer girls with style and a scholarly air."
Wen Wan looked at Xiao Mian with admiration in his eyes. "Someone like you who was admitted to the most prestigious university in the country based on your own strength, and a talented woman in the Faculty of Arts, should be very popular. Everyone says you relied on your looks to get to the top, but I can see from those videos and short films that you have thoughts and literary style. I can imagine that many wealthy people are chasing you."
Xiaomian suddenly smiled: "When you mention that, it reminds me that I know a rich man who always respects elegant women."
Wen Wan gossiped: "How are the people?"
She tapped her fingers on the side of her coffee cup. "Very arrogant, very rich, very stupid."
Wen Wan laughed out loud.
But when she saw Zhuo Mian for the first time, she felt that she had a very sexy bookish air, which was hard to describe, like the wild wind, like the flowing dew.
I want her to look at me again.
Very rare.
Wen Wan sighed: "If I weren't a woman, I would really pursue you, and Shi Wang would be trapped in it."
"I actually think he should study abroad. I don't want to see him in China." Zhu Mian put down the coffee cup.
Wen Wan really didn't expect that Xiao Mian would be so disgusted with Shi Wang, so he decided to say a few words to Shi Wang: "For someone of Shi Wang's level, overseas probably won't be very interesting to him. Their company is state-controlled and affiliated with the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. He has completed higher education in China, which makes him more legitimate."
Without waiting for Xiaomen to speak, she continued, "Can I take a look at your school forum?"
Xiaomian gave her the phone.
Wen Wan directly searched for Shiwang.
"To be honest, I'm quite curious about him. If it weren't for your relationship, I probably wouldn't have been able to meet him. Everyone knows he's very handsome, and he's the only third-generation from Yangliu'an. He's so mysterious—"
Wen Wan stopped talking and looked up at Zhou Mian in surprise: "You threw coffee at Shi Wang?"
Xiao Meng brushed it off: "Yeah."
Wen Wan was shocked: "He's not angry?"
Zhou Mian said calmly: "I'm not angry."
Wen Wan was so shocked that his jaw dropped: "Is he not angry with you or is he so friendly to everyone?"
"The former." Zhu Mian leaned on the back of the rattan chair with a nonchalant attitude.
He wasn't very friendly to other people.
When choosing a man, she absolutely does not want to be that man's extremely special preference. When love is used as a hypocritical mask, the man's true nature will be covered up.
If love disappears one day, she will be nothing more than those beings he despises.
But if she chooses a person with excellent character, even if the love fades one day, she will still feel at ease and believe that he will still treat her well because of his sense of responsibility and character.
She didn't dare to say that her ideas were necessarily correct, but she had seen too many lovers falling out in this industry. They were once very loving and sweet, but when they broke up, the relationship was as ugly as it could be.
It all comes down to the fact that they are not good people in nature.
If you fall in love with someone who is not a good person, you can imagine what it will be like when love no longer exists.
How can I feel safe?
"It's really amazing, and he lets others discuss it without minding it at all." Wen Wan sighed unconsciously.
The girl opposite just smiled nonchalantly.
Wen Wan's phone suddenly rang. She handed the phone to Xiao Mian and said, "You have a call."
Xiaomian took it and slid his slender white fingertips to the answer button: "Hello."
Not knowing what the other party said, Wen Wan could only hear her calm response.
"Having coffee outside."
"I don't really want to see the bells."
She said a few words and hung up the phone.
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