Although Eric said that they would have dinner together in the hotel, there was actually no time for each other. It was not difficult to find Eric's mobile phone number on the OA, but it felt weird to call the boss specifically for dinner, so Zhang Moyan had no choice but to
I chose a time that was neither too early nor too late to go to the restaurant on the first floor, so that it was neither positive nor negative.
The capital is splendid and there are too many places to check in, so there are very few guests who choose to dine in the hotel. Only less than a quarter of the dozens of sofa round tables in the restaurant are occupied, and Eric is not found yet.
Zhang Moyan felt a little relaxed, and expected Eric to just say it casually, and most likely went to eat roast duck with his colleagues.
The food provided by the hotel was very rich, including land, sea, and air, as well as snacks and drinks. Unfortunately, Zhang Moyan didn't have much of an appetite. He walked around the dining area and randomly picked up two pieces of chicken wings and pasta.
Sit in a position that attracts attention.
Soothing light music is playing in the restaurant, the lighting is very comfortable, and the guests in twos and threes do not interfere with each other. The air is filled with the aroma of food, and the mobile phone has not rang for a long time. Even Jin Xueyang has no phone today, and the atmosphere is very peaceful. Halfway through eating the pasta, the clear voices of two children broke the tranquility. Zhang Moyan followed the sound and saw that it was a young couple with two children who seemed to have just returned from a day's trip and walked into the restaurant.
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A family of four passed by Zhang Moyan and chose a window seat three rows in front of her. The tall young father held a three- or four-year-old girl in one hand and a five- or six-year-old boy in the other, giving instructions to the two restless children.
The guy lowered his voice, and the young and beautiful mother put her bag on the seat, came over with a smile, explained something to her father, and took the little boy away.
This father is about the same height as Xiao Xingyu.
Zhang Moyan stopped eating noodles and watched from a distance as this tall and muscular man placed his little daughter on the chair with great care.
"Dad, where did my brother and Mom go?" the little daughter asked coquettishly.
"They went to wash their hands! Let's stay here to look at things for now. When mom and brother come back, dad will take my sister to wash her hands!" I didn't expect such a manly man to speak so gently.
"I don't want to wash my hands!" However, the younger daughter didn't appreciate it. She fell back and collapsed on the sofa. "My legs hurt so much that I don't want to walk~"
Of course the man didn't agree, and he immediately came over to do some ideological work for the little girl. He looked absolutely gentle and gentle.
But it is estimated that the little girl was really tired from the day's play, and the work was quite difficult. Before her father said a few words, the little girl burst into tears and began to curl her lips. The man stiffened and raised his hands in surrender.
The father, who failed in public relations, had no choice but to rummage in his mother's bag. After searching around, he finally found a bottle of rinse-off gel. He walked over to the little princess with a smile and asked for her opinion. The little princess saw that she didn't have to run errands and stretched out her chubby hands.
I happily agree.
When my mother came back with her brother, she stared twice after hearing her father's volunteered solution, but she didn't say anything.
Then the family of four went to pick up the meal, returned home with a full load, and sat down to enjoy the feast together.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the sunset glow in the sky outside the window was reflected in the fountain in the hotel square. The beautiful young lady in the window was sharing the high-calorie cheesecake with her handsome husband and son. The picture was so beautiful.
Like an oil painting.
"What a happy family!" Suddenly someone beside her spoke her heart out. Zhang Moyan turned her head and saw Eric holding a dinner plate and generously pulling out a chair next to her.
"Director!" Zhang Moyan put down the tableware and started to stand up. Eric waved his hand, "You keep sitting, you're welcome! I'm sorry for being late. I met an acquaintance on the way and was pulled over to chat a few more words."
Zhang Moyan Rumang was nervous behind his back: "Oh."
I don’t even know what to say.
Eric seemed to sense her embarrassment. While putting down the plate, he looked at the family of four in the distance: "Moyan, do you yearn for this kind of life? You've been staring at them for a long time." p>
Zhang Moyan urgently withdrew his eyes and looked forward: "...it's okay."
"Isn't this happy? You have a son and a daughter at such a young age."
"..." Zhang Moyan is a little afraid to admit it. Admitting it means that he yearns for it. Since he yearns for it and combines it with the current situation, he feels that he is really guilty.
"Mo Yan, what do you think happiness is?"
When she came back to her senses, she actually heard Eric asking her such a profound question!
As expected, he is a young man studying philosophy. Who would normally ask someone such a question?
In fact, the life of the family of four in front of her was what she recognized as happiness, but she didn't know why she said: "I am very happy if I am safe."
"Safety?...This doesn't seem to be difficult," Zhang Moyan's answer surprised Eric a little. After a while, he felt like he nodded appreciatively, and then added: "If being safe can make you feel happy, congratulations.
, you are the type of person who easily obtains happiness."
Zhang Moyan was like wood: "Why?"
Eric chewed a mouthful of salmon and wiped his mouth with a cloth: "Different people have different definitions of happiness, so happiness actually depends on their mentality. People who have low requirements for life are more likely to be happy. On the contrary, people who have many requirements for life are more likely to be happy."
People who are dissatisfied or demanding are not easy to be happy."
After Zhang Moyan heard this, he stirred the remaining pasta in the plate with his fork. After a long while, he said, "Isn't it difficult to be safe?"
This time Eric was puzzled.
"Is there any philosophical advice on how to achieve happiness in life?" Zhang Moyan asked calmly.
Eric blinked and asked curiously: "Do you plan to live alone?"
Zhang Moyan's eyes paused, and he was stunned by the question.
Could it be that you are already making such plans in your heart?
"Why do you think so?"
Eric asked, "Didn't your boyfriend just come back yesterday? I heard from Reporter Jin that your boyfriend is very good, handsome and talented."
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Zhang Moyan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, vaguely smiling, Jin Xueyang has such a big mouth!
Eric seemed to read the situation from Zhang Moyan's silence, and wisely did not ask any more questions, saying softly: "I'm sorry."
Zhang Moyan shook his head and said he didn't mind. The two of them had nothing to say about this topic and ate in silence for a while.
"Well..." Zhang Moyan suddenly thought that she could ask Eric about the entertainment team's interview with Xiao Xingyu, "Did Teacher Xiao's interview today... go well?"
Recalling Xiao Xingyu as "Teacher Xiao" feels like a knife stabbing me in the heart.
Eric stopped eating: "It went well! Xiao Xingyu was very cooperative. They finished their work at three o'clock in the afternoon. Didn't you contact Xiao Xingyu?"
Very smooth?
Very cooperative
How is this possible for Xiao Xingyu?
Zhang Moyan was very surprised and said with a slight hesitation: "No contact... Although I was the one who contacted Teacher Xiao in the early stage, but now that the work has been handed over to colleagues in the entertainment group... it seems inappropriate for me to ask again."
After hearing this, Eric felt that it made sense: "Then you must not have looked at the company's official account and official WeChat account today." He took out his phone, slid his fingers quickly, and handed it to Zhang Moyan, "Lisa and the others also did a special warm-up today.
Push."
Zhang Moyan took the phone as if he hadn't woken up. When his eyes fell on the screen, he saw Xiao Xingyu, and his eyes couldn't help but heat up.
My fingers gently slid over the photo, trembling imperceptibly.
In the photo, Xiao Xingyu is wearing an exquisite suit, with a graceful demeanor and a friendly attitude. He may have deliberately grown a beard to weaken his dazzling image, but it backfired, and he is still handsome enough for all to see.
Xiao Xingyu is indeed a great man!
Zhang Moyan felt that her previous thoughts of imagining that he would refuse the visit and make things difficult were too peasant-minded and too judgmental of a gentleman's heart.
Too bad, I seem to like him even more!
It felt like water was rushing up from his eyes, threatening to burst out of his eyes at any moment. Zhang Moyan didn't dare to look at it for one more second, and returned the phone to Eric: "That's great, then I'll feel relieved."
Eric took the phone and said casually: "I thought you and Xiao Xingyu were already very familiar."
Zhang Moyan lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and said to himself: "I don't know if it's familiar now."
