It’s past 9:30, and Xiao Xingyu hasn’t come back yet.
Zhang Moyan felt like she was being fished. She was the mule circling the stone mill, and Xiao Xingyu was the big red carrot tied in front of the mule.
The large leather sofa was so comfortable. After a week in the hospital with a regular schedule, Zhang Moyan gradually became sleepy. After a few yawns, she came to the door and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.
The giant glass screen isolates the hustle and bustle of the city, and the flashing neon lights change and flow in the silence. Whether it is a mountain forest or a city, time flows quietly under this sky, unchanged for thousands of years.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a soft popping sound, and Zhang Moyan felt a light flash over her head. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, and after a few seconds of reaction, she rubbed her eyelids and opened her eyes.
The light in half the room poured down like a silver waterfall, and the bright and new furnishings around it reflected the shining broken light. The tall man kept turning on the light at the door, with a straight back, broad shoulders and long legs. He was caught in the brilliant light.
His figure was sharp and handsome, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes as he looked at her.
Zhang Moyan stood up dizzy and said in a confused voice: "Are you back?"
Trance is a little daughter-in-law who waits for her husband to come back after spending a lot of time in the house.
"Are you still here?" Xiao Xingyu pressed another switch, and the whole room became brighter and brighter.
Zhang Moyan asked vaguely: "Didn't you ask me to wait for you?"
Xiao Xingyu rubbed his nose: "You are too honest!"
After saying that, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and within three seconds he was connected: "Get over here!"
Xiao Xingyu leaned against the door with his hands folded. In less than a minute, he heard the thump of footsteps and ran over in a panic.
"Brother Yu, what are your orders?" It was Xiaowa's voice.
"Come here," Xiao Xingyu waved, and when someone came close, he would stretch out his arms and hit him: "I asked you to take care of others, so just focus on giving rockets to your female anchor!"
Xiaowa covered her arm and jumped away to avoid the fatal blow. She poked her head into the living room and was shocked: "Sister, you haven't gone anywhere yet?"
Of course Zhang Moyan didn't leave.
Xiaowa swallowed her throat and looked at Xiao Xingyu's cold face with trepidation: "Brother Yu, the lights went out when I came to see you just now. I...I thought she had left."
At the end of the sentence, the sound was thinner than the sound of flying mosquitoes.
Xiao Xingyu slapped him in from the door: "You think you think, why don't you think you are going to die?"
A strong young man was so patted that his steps slipped. When he was about to stand still, he automatically bent down and admitted his mistake to Zhang Moyan.
"Sister, sister, I'm sorry it was my negligence. I really didn't know you were still here... I will apologize to you. You don't remember the faults of villains. Don't blame Brother Yu!"
Xiao Xingyu frowned when he heard this: "What does it have to do with me?"
Xiaowa immediately changed his mind: "Ah, it's all me. Brother Yu has to accompany his clients and he has no idea when he will come back, but I should come and chat with my sister. Not only did I not come, I also went to watch the live broadcast, which made my sister so boring...
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Brother Xiaowa sputtered a long string of words, but was cut off by Xiao Xingyu's "go away".
Zhang Moyan is no longer sleepy and awake now.
However, Brother Xiaowa refused to roll away. He stood on the same spot as if his heels were stuck with glue, looking at Xiao Xingyu eagerly, like a large dog that was afraid of being abandoned by its owner.
Xiao Xingyu looked at him and waved his hand angrily: "Pour me two cups of tea!"
"Hey, I'll go right away. Brother Yu, don't be mad at Brother Yu. Wait a minute!" Brother Xiaowa, as if he had been granted amnesty, turned the corner and ran away with a silly smile.
"Sit down," Xiao Xingyu turned around to greet Zhang Moyan and walked towards her with long legs: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Why didn't Reporter Jin come today?"
"Huh? Oh, he has other work arrangements today."
Zhang Moyan is happy for Jin Xueyang, Jin Xueyang, Jin Xueyang, you see, your teacher Xiao is still thinking of you. She couldn't help but be positive: "If you want to see him, I can..."
"No need!" Xiao Xingyu waved his hand casually, turned around and sat down on the sofa next to her.
Zhang Moyan was sad for Jin Xueyang for 3 seconds.
Seeing her inexplicable daze, Xiao Xingyu twitched the corner of his mouth: "Reporter Zhang is much more persistent than Reporter Jin. Such a law-abiding person who doesn't give up will think that you - want to chase me if you don't know the situation!" Zhang Moyan showed a tempered demeanor: "No, waiting for others is commonplace for reporters."
Xiao Xingyu said nothing.
The door was pushed open, and Brother Xiaowa squeezed in through the door with his shoulder against the door and held two white porcelain cups. He walked up to them and put down the two cups.
"Thank you." Zhang Moyan stood up to hold the cup, while Xiao Xingyu remained as still as a Buddha.
"Sister, you sit down, you sit down!" Xiaowa quickly stepped aside: "Let me come and don't burn you!"
Zhang Moyan had no choice but to sit back.
Maybe she just neglected Zhang Moyan, so Xiaowa's service enthusiasm was particularly high as if to compensate: "Sister, this is the Dahongpao of Tianxin Village, do you smell the fragrance? I'll open the cup for you, you can come back later.
It's a bit hot to drink this water now..."
A biting cold light came, Xiaowa turned her head slightly, and out of the corner of her eye she encountered the man's sharp death gaze. She immediately lowered her voice and finished hastily: "I'm leaving...Brother Yu, I'm just outside, if you need anything, call out." After speaking, he closed the door without any ambiguity and left.
Only Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu were left in the living room. After waiting for four or five hours, they finally got the chance to talk to him. As Jin Xueyang said, if Xiao Xingyu refused again, the interview would be over.
It’s definitely out of the question.
She couldn't act rashly on this hard-won opportunity, she had to savor every line of dialogue.
"Can I ask you a question?" Zhang Moyan was still thinking about it, but Xiao Xingyu spoke up before her.
"Of course." Zhang Moyan responded slowly.
Next.
She saw Xiao Xingyu put his arm on the armrest, supporting his cheek with one hand, and wearing a stainless steel watch on his long and tight arm, frozen in front of her like an advertisement.
Zhang Moyan's fingers on his knees gradually tightened: "What's the problem?"
Xiao Xingyu kept his posture unchanged and asked: "Am I handsome?"
***The author has something to say***
Can the treasures who are watching move their little hands
Can you help me go to the book club on the cover page and write something and give it a five-star rating?
Still pk today,
Comparing everything, it really gives me a headache and is very annoying,
I'm not suitable to participate in this at all,
Fortunately, today should be the last day.
This old face of mine is really going all out this time. I don’t know if I can still maintain my indifferent persona in the future...