SEC Chapter 11 011
Chapter 11 011
Song Xuejing's lips moved, and it took a long time before she whispered, "Do I have to attend the press conference?"
Lu Yanhui: "You don't have to attend."
Song Xuejing's eyes lit up instantly, and Lu Yan went on to say, "The reporter will interview you alone."
Song Xuejing silently ate the last bit of bread, pulled away the chair and got up.After a while, I came back with a notebook and a pen.
He opened the notebook, unscrewed the cap of the pen, and the nib was hanging one centimeter above the paper: "How do you make it up?"
Lu Yan put down the spoon: "It's love at first sight."
The tip of the pen fell, and Song Xuejing wrote a series of strange symbols. Lu Yan saw it, and raised the end of his eyes slightly: "What is this?"
"I wrote the code myself." Song Xuejing still buried her head, "I'm very lost, and I use the code to record it. There is no risk for others to pick it up."
The corner of Lu Yan's mouth turned slightly: "Why doesn't the contract use code?"
The tip of the pen stopped, and Song Xuejing slowly raised his head. His eyes were round and his pupils were still black and bright, looking innocent and innocent.
Song Xuejing squeezed the pen container, wondering: "I don't have time to teach you the code..."
Lu Yan originally wanted to tease Song Xuejing, but he didn't expect Song Xuejing's answer to be so interesting.
He looked over and saw that Song Xuejing was writing on her stomach, with her head buried very low, her thin white neck exposed to the fluorescent light.
The tear mole at the end of the left eye was much redder under the light.
Same as when we first met.
Lu Yan's voice was deep, as if he was narrating a gentle song: "The first time we met was on the plane."
Song Xuejing carefully recorded that the first time he and Lu Yan met was on the plane.
"In the bathroom of the economy class, you knock on the door, and I will come out."
The tip of the pen was rustling, neat and beautiful lower script: He was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, the door was closed, he knocked on the door, the door opened from the inside, and Lu Yan came out.
"You are very shy, with your head down, I only see your neck and the red tear mole on your left eye."
Song Xuejing recorded them one by one. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at the love process.
After a few minutes, Song Xuejing raised his head slightly and looked at Lu Yan in embarrassment: "There is a problem."
Lu Yan: "What?"
"I lowered my head..." Song Xuejing was embarrassed to point out the loopholes in Lu Yan's story face-to-face, and said in a hesitant voice, "You...you... how... fell in love at first sight?"
Lu Yan smiled: "Remember slowly, before you start."
Song Xuejing's chin was a little itchy, he scratched and lowered his head: "Oh."
Lu Yan put down the spoon and leaned back in the chair, keeping his eyes on Song Xuejing.
"After getting off the plane, we met again."
"You're lugging a big, heavy suitcase with a stuffed backpack."
"You are staggered forward by the crowd."
"Bumped into my arms."
"You apologized hastily. The moment you looked up, I fell in love with you at first sight."
……
Time passed, and after recording the story of love at first sight, Song Xuejing read it again silently, and suddenly thought of something, he asked: "Do you know a reporter named Xu Yang? He came to see me."
After Song Xuejing finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but Lu Yan didn't answer.
Song Xuejing looked up, and the man across from him had already fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair.
It was also at this time that Song Xuejing saw two touches of lavender under Lu Yan's eyes.
Last time, Lu Yan's assistant said that Lu Yan has been dealing with work in other places. He just got off the plane today, did he come to see him?
Song Xuejing hesitated for a while, but did not wake up Lu Yan to let Lu Yan leave.
He also often cannot sleep for long periods of time.
Being able to sleep is a very precious thing.
Song Xuejing covered the pen, clipped the notebook and left quietly.
Turn off the lights in the dining room.
……
Song Xuejing carried the data to the room.
He turned on the lamp.
An important experiment in the research institute has been stranded several times. Originally, it took a month to prove that his data was accurate, and then re-apply for the experiment with the director.
Now, time has to be shortened.
Working overtime, one week is not too short.
Song Xuejing looked at the time. It was one o'clock in the morning. He rubbed his sleepy eyes vigorously, and immediately opened the data to start the calculation.
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The first ray of sunlight entered the room, and Lu Yan woke up.
The neck was a little uncomfortable, but it was a rare good sleep, and it was the first time that I didn't have that dream.
Looking at the unfamiliar room, Lu Yan thought for a moment before remembering that he fell asleep at Song Xuejing's house.
Lu Yan raised his wrist to check the time.
5:21.
Lu Yan got up and went to the living room.
The living room was as messy as yesterday, Lu Yan scratched his hair, knelt down and cleaned up the calculation paper on the carpet.
Soon, the carpet returned to its original appearance.
It's a starry sky carpet, and there should be a hole in one place, with a sticker of Ultraman on it.
Actually, they complement each other.
Lu Yan couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He put the neatly packed calculation papers in the drawer, and started to pick up the snack bags on the coffee table.
It's all high-calorie junk food.
Lu Yan tidied up while feeling disgusted.
After throwing the food bag into the trash can and packing it up, Lu Yan walked out of the kitchen and passed the bedroom on the way to the bathroom. The door was ajar, and there was a light coming through.
There is also rustling.
Lu Yan turned his feet and opened the door, and Song Xuejing's back was what he saw.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and only one desk lamp was turned on on the table. Song Xuejing had one foot curled up on the chair and the other hanging down, slightly suspended above the ground, with her upper body lying on the table.
The rustling sound of extremely fast speed can be heard endlessly.
On the bed next to it, the quilt was rolled into a ball, and half of a pillow lay outside the bed.
Lu Yan couldn't tell whether Song Xuejing woke up and started working, or stayed up all night.
He raised his left hand and tapped on the door panel.
Song Xuejing was serious, and when she heard the knock on the door, she delayed turning around for more than ten seconds.
When he turned his head, Lu Yan saw that Song Xuejing was still wearing a headband, and she pushed all the broken hair that would block her eyes to the top of her head, revealing a smooth forehead with a little ink stain.
Song Xuejing obviously forgot that he was wearing a headband. When he saw Lu Yan standing at the door, he immediately got off the chair with a pen in his hand. Unexpectedly, his leg was crossed for too long, and when he stood up, he almost fell down from numbness. Song Xuejing quickly grabbed the edge of the table, staring at the floor, Xiao Xiaoxiao: "You're awake."
While quietly raising his numb legs.
Song Xuejing kept his head down, and it was rare to see such a vivid expression on his face.
There was a flash of smile in Lu Yan's eyes: "Wake up."
Song Xuejing didn't know how to answer the question. After thinking for a long time, she managed to utter a few words: "Do you have breakfast? There is ice cream in the refrigerator."
Lu Yan said: "No, I have to go to the company immediately."
Just as Song Xuejing breathed a sigh of relief, Lu Yan said again: "I'll take the ice cream and eat it on the way. I like ice cream quite a bit, so you don't mind getting more?"
Song Xuejing thought, he ordered ten tubs of ice cream this time, which was quite enough, and he said, "I don't mind."
Lu Yan went to wash up, Song Xuejing turned around and continued to calculate, and it was noon again.
Song Xuejing put down her pen, stretched her arms and left the bedroom.
Lu Yan had already left, and the house was quiet. Song Xuejing was very hungry, but it would take time to wait for the takeaway, so he ran into the kitchen barefoot.
Eat a bucket of ice cream, barely half full.
Song Xuejing opened the ice cream freezer, and just opened it, Song Xuejing was stunned.
empty……
There is no more bucket of his custom ice cream...
Take more from Lu Yan...is that much...
Song Xuejing rubbed her shriveled stomach, and closed the refrigerator aggrievedly.
Can only eat fruit.
It looks like there is one apple left.
Song Xuejing opened the fresh-keeping room again.
As soon as it was opened, he froze again.
In the fresh-keeping room, there are neatly stacked fresh food, sorted and packed in fresh-keeping boxes.
There is a post-it note on the top crisper.
Song Xuejing took off the sticky note, on which there were only two words - room fee.
Song Xuejing couldn't wait to heat up a curry beef brisket rice, he regretted it while eating.
If I knew it earlier, I would have signed a contract with Lu Yan earlier.
At the same time, Sinan Ying looked at the big bucket of ice cream that he had never seen before, and immediately got his attention.
He smiled and suggested to Lu Yan: "There is an elementary school nearby, I think they must be happy to eat a free bowl of ice cream in the summer afternoon."
Today is Saturday, Lu Yan said: "Send it on Monday."
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A week later, on the afternoon of the same day that Song Xuejing sent the calculation data to the director, Lu Yan's explanation conference was held.
Backstage, Jiang Xing saw Song Xuejing for the first time.
Song Xuejing wore the simplest white shirt and suit pants, and waited quietly in the lounge.
Jiang Xing was finally more fortunate in his despair.
Finally, the marriage partner looks good, and the marriage is not too bad, so Lu Yan won't be ridiculed to the core.
He was extremely busy today, and he didn't have time to cry with Song Xuejing about the history of blood and tears he had with Lu Yan over the years, so he patted Song Xuejing on the shoulder first: "Go change your clothes first, and behave well later, whether Lu Yan will die in the future Life is all up to you!"
Song Xuejing was already nervous enough, but after Jiang Xing said this, he couldn't even breathe smoothly.
When changing clothes, I silently confirm the lines in my heart.
"I met Lu Yan on the plane."
"He fell in love with me at first sight."
"The first confession was two months ago."
"The meeting at the hotel was to celebrate Lu Yan's award..."
……
knock knock.
Someone knocked on the locker room door.
Song Xuejing's heart tightened suddenly.
Before he could ask, a familiar voice sounded first: "Is it ready?"
Only then did Song Xuejing relax, and he silently recited the last line, opened the door and went out.
"All right."
The door opened, and the light from the lounge fell on Song Xuejing.
Some people seem to be naturally suitable for white.
Song Xuejing is such a person.
Lu Yan has seen many beautiful stars in the entertainment industry, but none of them can wear white so well as Song Xuejing.
Without makeup, Song Xuejing's face could withstand the camera. Lu stretched his arms and said with a smile, "Let's go, my groom."
Song Xuejing let out a sigh of relief, adjusted her breathing, stepped forward and stretched out her hand, and took Lu Yan's arm.
The author says:
感谢在2022-07-2620:14:00-2022-07-2717:17:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: the dust umbrella is still 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!