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Chapter 43

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    He put down his wine glass, stood up, and whispered to Wen Xin: "Come out with me."

    Zhao Yan next to him put down his chopsticks and asked him: "Ze Yang, what's the matter? Come on, let's go out and talk." He thought Yan Zeyang was talking to him, and wanted to say that it was inconvenient in the room and he wanted to go out to talk.  , so he stood up immediately, and Yan Zeyang glanced at him with a frown.

    Wenxin saw the speechless look in his eyes, and for some reason suddenly wanted to laugh. She quickly lowered her head and pursed her lips, rubbing her toes on the stone floor to divert her attention.

    "You sit down for a while, I'll be back later." After saying that, he glanced at Wen Xin and walked out without saying a word.

    Zhao Yan, who had a confused expression on whether to stand next to him or not, stared at Wenxin for a while. Wenxin smiled at Zhao Yan, picked up the dinner plate and walked out.

    If you go out, go out. Anyway, your head and shrinking your head are all a knife.

    The table next to me saw Wenxin walking out. What¡¯s that one¡¯s name?  Wenxin only remembers her surname as Liu, which seems to be Director Liu. This person is very talkative. Every time he sees her, he always asks questions about this and that.

    He smiled and said to Wen Xin: "Wei Xin, let me introduce you to someone. This is the editor of our Longzhou Magazine. His surname is Guo, his name is Guo Fang. He is twenty-five years old this year."

    The tall and thin young man sitting next to him, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood up. He was good-looking, polite, and fair. His eyes shone when he looked at the warmth, and his lenses reflected the light. He said enthusiastically:  "Hello Wei Xin, I'm Guo Fang. I heard that you are going to college. If you don't understand something, you can come and ask me." He pushed the frame slightly nervously, "I will come here often in the future, please give me some advice.  ."

    Wenxin looked at Director Liu¡¯s round forehead and the young man with a shy and calm expression, Wenxin said: ¡°¡­¡±

    Seeing that Yan Zeyang had already reached the door, he turned back to stare at the young man with gold-rimmed glasses who was talking, and suddenly dropped the curtain in his hand and turned around and walked over.

    The low-pressure aura on his body has risen by two meters and a half. Wen Xin knew something was not right when he looked at his face. Yan Motou was usually a very cautious and calm person, but she had also seen him act impulsive and hot, and the microphone was smashed.  The force was so great that it was terrifying to think about it. She was worried that there would be any conflict, so she ran over without saying anything, stopped him from coming over, and discussed in a low voice in a voice that only he could hear:  "Go out and talk, let's go out and talk about something, not here, okay?"

    The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses felt a little panicked when he saw the man who was taller and more imposing than him at the door. He sat down uneasily and had no idea what was going on.

    Seeing the two people going out, someone asked.

    "Who was that person just now?"

    "I don't know, are there guests inside?"

    "Looking at those few steps, you can tell at a glance that they are people from the army."

    "When I came in before, my accent sounded like someone from Kyoto"

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    The sky outside was wet. Yan Zeyang opened the curtain. Although he suppressed his anger, he still turned around and stared at Wen Xin. He didn't put down the bamboo curtain until she walked out. The weather has been bad these days, and the cold wind blew.  Whoosh, when I walked out the door, there was a chill that hit my face, and Wen Xin shivered.

    The courtyard of the Gu family is surrounded by high walls, carved eaves, and stone slabs under their feet. It feels a little cold when they step on them. The two of them walked to the door, under the small window in the side hall, which was open.

    Yan Zeyang looked at her cold shoulders. Although the winter in Longzhou was not as cold as in the north, it was dry and cold in the north. It was so cold that people couldn't feel it. The cold and wet feeling here was even more uncomfortable, but what was she wearing?  A thin sweater that was so thin that even holes were exposed when stretched out, the neck was exposed, and a pair of well-fitting pants. Looking at the shape of the legs, it was obvious that there were no warm pants underneath. It was strange that they were not cold.

    Yan Zeyang stood in the wind and looked at her. Before he saw this woman, he thought about it day and night, but now that he saw it, the little flames in his heart started to burst out. A bastard from a newspaper office made him obsessed with it for several days.  , and now another person from a magazine came out, and he was so choked that he couldn't even eat.

    When he came to her south to find her, she was here to send wine to these men with a smile on the apricot noodle cheeks. Doesn't she know here?

    Thinking of the young man wearing glasses who had a similar temperament to the bastard from the newspaper, he couldn't suppress the fire in his heart and wanted to pull him out and beat him up again.

    Wen Xin stood at the window, with the open window on the left and him on the right. It was not cold now. He blocked the wind tightly, but the space was so small when squeezed in there, it was a bit cramped. She looked around and looked around.  No"

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    Zhao Yan waited for Yan Zeyang in the room for a long time before going back. He only took two and a half bites. He got up and left. A table full of duck braised meat was thrown away without even taking two bites. Zhao Yan felt a little sad. This is really the big brother of the Yan family.  Young master, if you say you don't want to eat, you won't eat. Ordinary people can't eat it twice a year, he thought to himself.

    In the evening, night fell, and soon it became dark. He sent Yan Zeyang to the best guest house in Longcheng. An ordinary guest house only has a bed and a broken table in a room. Some places don't even have a table. The conditions  Very different.

    The best one is not much better, except that the sheets are clean, there is a sofa, a coffee table, and a small TV. This is already the best configuration of the guest house.

    Zhao Yan and the people below had finished getting ready, and then entered the room. He saw Yan Zeyang pushing open the window, frowning and smoking in the night. When he walked over, there were already three cigarette butts in the ashtray on the window sill.

    "Zeyang, you smoke a little too hard, what's the matter? Are you worried?"

    Yan Zeyang glanced at him sideways for a long time and said, "It's getting late. Go back. Don't let my sister-in-law worry about it." He paused and handed Zhao Yan a box: "You can make it up to your wedding."

    Zhao Yan is already married. He just got married last year and has a three-month-old daughter. Now is the time to give birth to his daughter. Every day, he feels like returning home. "How can this be so embarrassing?" However, the politeness becomes more general, so he just  He took it and said, "Okay, you should go to bed early. If you need anything, call me. You know my work number."

    Yan Zeyang nodded.

    Zhao Yan left the room and opened the box and took a look. The foreign goods from the harbor were too expensive for this gift.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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