Yan Shaoheng finally lowered his eyes and looked at his mobile phone screen.book
In fact, when there is a new text message, the phone will only give you two choices, either read it now or not read it for the time being. Yan Shaoheng looked at the screen and maintained this posture for a while, but finally chose to ignore it.
He put away his phone and nodded slightly to the man standing in front of him, "Director Zhang."
"..." Director Zhang broke out in cold sweat.
Everyone in the shopping mall knows Yan Shaoheng's temper and habits.[
He doesn't like to socialize. It's okay for you to talk to him all day long for business, but in social situations, he may even ignore you.
Under normal circumstances, he would never say hello to someone twice in a row, but his current behavior can only mean one thing - his mind has gone to nowhere, and now he has no idea.
What are you doing?
He would not be stupid enough to ask him, "Hey, Young Master Yan, why are you so stupid today?" But he really wanted to know who had such great influence that could make Young Master Yan so distracted.
Could it be... the eldest young master of the Yan family who cannot be offended?
Shuddering, Director Zhang quickly pushed the terrifying and magical Young Master Yan out of his mind, pretended that he had just appeared in front of him, and tried his best to talk to him.
That night, Xu Yiran waited for Yan Shaoheng for a long time.
Waiting from the living room to the bedroom upstairs - she had just waited too long and wanted to go upstairs to add some clothes. Later she found that the window of her room was a good place. Standing in front of the window, if Yan Shaoheng's car came back, it would be far away.
She could see it from afar.
Putting a coat on herself, she lay on the window sill and looked at the time on her phone. She wished she could rush directly to the hotel where the banquet was held and find Yan Shaoheng.
She sent her explanation in a text message, why didn't he respond at all?
No, if he doesn't come back, that's the most direct and obvious reaction - he's angry.
After that phone call, Yan Shaoheng stopped contacting her. The man who used to send her countdown text messages and count the hours left before "eating" seemed to have suddenly forgotten that there was such a thing, even...
It was as if he had forgotten that she existed.
He was really angry.
It smells like smoke.
In a daze, this idea suddenly flashed into Xu Yiran's mind.
The smell of cigarette smoke? She suddenly woke up and sat up, only to find that she was in bed.
Wasn't she lying on the window sill, waiting for Yan Shaoheng to come back? And now she was on the bed, with extremely thick blackout curtains covering the window, completely blocking the light outside, making it impossible for her to tell the time.
Fortunately, she saw Yan Shaoheng.
He was sitting next to his bed, probably looking at her. The light in the room was too dark, and she could only see the little red sparks on the cigarette caught on his fingertips, brightly and dimly reflected in her eyes.
The very faint light gave people the illusion that it could be extinguished at any time, just like her current uneasy mood.
Picking up the phone and looking at the time, Xu Yiran was stunned for a moment, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" It was already four o'clock, and it should be bright outside.[
"Can't sleep." Yan Shaoheng answered simply.
He doesn't usually smoke, so Xu Yiran doesn't know if it's because of smoking that his voice sounds a little hoarse.
"Take a bath, lie down for a while and then fall asleep." Xu Yiran said and wanted to pull her up. She did have a lot to say, but there were still more than three hours before he should leave for work. He must now