After getting on with the enemy

Chapter 18 18

When Quan was blind and didn't see the two WeChat messages, Qiao Yan turned a blind eye to Zhou Xiyun's plea for help, put the phone back in his pocket as soon as he folded his arms and turned off the screen.

Zhou Xiyun is really busy today, looking for trouble all the time.

Qiao Yan didn't show it on the surface, but secretly hurt the other party in his heart.Wasn't she a very capable person before, without Miss Zhou, she can't even settle the situation, and now she can't even solve small problems, and I don't know if she is deliberately embarrassing others...

I still remember that in the millennium when mobile payment had not yet appeared, the two of them went on a trip to the countryside together, but they got lost halfway and escaped the protection of their parents. At that time, they had no money and no communication tools. It was only with Zhou Xiyun's help that he got it back.

This kind of thing can be solved when he is a child or a few years old, why can't he be flexible now? It shouldn't be, it's not like Zhou Xiyun's own way of doing things.

Maybe it's still thinking about the "old grievances" and intends to torture people.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was almost inseparable. I decided that Zhou Xiyun was uneasy and kind. Qiao Yan pinched his clothes pocket vigorously, then took out his mobile phone and clicked into the chat box, and replied angrily: "No, let's walk back to the compound you."

Qiao Yan was stubborn by nature, and he didn't trust Zhou Xiyun in his bones. He felt that going out tonight was so simple, so he became more and more uneasy, and there was always a feeling in his heart that he couldn't describe clearly.

How should I put it... This should not be the usual way of getting along between them. According to the usual practice, Zhou Xiyun usually asks friends around him for help, such as Xiao Xing Yuan, such as Wen Ruyu, the bar owner last time. Anyway, he would never ask Qiao for help. Word.According to this stinking problem, it really doesn't work, she would rather walk home than do this, how could she specifically inform Qiao Yan.

It's not that similar situations have never happened before. The two of them had a rift, and Zhou Xiyun became angry. No matter what, he would not bow to Qiao Yan. Even if he was in trouble, he would never compromise in order to save his breath.

Zhou Xiyun has been very strong since he was a child, and his bottom line is as high as the sky. He is not like a certain puffed-up person who always raises the white flag and surrenders every time he can't last more than 3 minutes. He has no principles in what he does.

This time it was really too weird, and there were strange things everywhere.

It was probably because the phone was turned off because it ran out of battery, and there was no movement from Zhou Xiyun's side, and he didn't reply for a long time.

Qiao Yan sent a "friendly" emoji smile to show his determination, and then made up his mind to ignore it.

The top of the chat box remained unchanged, and Zhou Xiyun's remarks were always displayed.

Song Xinyu saw the clue, and suddenly asked softly: "What's the matter?"

Only then did Qiao Yan escape, and put down the phone quietly

, replied calmly: "No, just a message to my friend."

Song Xinyu asked, "Who is in the store?"

Qiao Yan didn't tell the truth, but continued: "Yes, Rong Yin asked me when I'll be there tomorrow."

"So," Song Xinyu said, "then you are quite busy, do you have to go to the store every day?"

"Almost, unless you have something to ask for leave, you can basically go there and watch it when you have time." Qiao Yan said, pulling out paper to wipe off the barbecue grease stains that accidentally got on his fingertips, "We take turns every half a month, and we can rest Two to three days, but the specific time is uncertain, and they need to work in shifts according to their own arrangements."

Song Xinyu said: "It's not bad, it's better than us."

Qiao Yan asked, "Do you also have this holiday?"

"That's not it," Song Xinyu smiled, "I mean, we need to work shifts like this when we have occasional holidays, not two days every week."

Qiao Yan said curiously: "I thought there would be weekends off in foreign countries. In some places, there are only four days of work a week, and there are four to six hours of work a day."

"Some are, some are not." Song Xinyu explained, talking about the rhythm and habits of life abroad, and talking about his own situation, including the daily life there.

Song Xinyu is approachable, and his speech and behavior have always been down-to-earth. He doesn't have a high profile. Right now, he tries not to mention those graceful and exaggerated sides, but transforms aspects that ordinary people can't touch into ordinary descriptions. It was so that Qiao Yan, who had never been abroad, could understand what was going on outside.

Qiao Yan asked a few related questions, such as how the Song family's parents living abroad are doing well.

Song Xinyu said: "They will return to China in the second half of the year, and they may return to the countryside to provide for the elderly in the future."

Not in a hurry to leave, the two sides chatted for more than half an hour back and forth.

After all, it's a treat, or a reunion, and it's not good to end it in a hurry, so sit down for a while anyway.

At around [-]:[-], Qiao Yan went to check out and paid for the drinks other than the set meal.

Xiyun still didn't respond to messages on WeChat last week, probably because the battery was really dead and he couldn't reply.

Leaving the barbecue restaurant, Song Xinyu was still in the co-pilot. Qiao Yan took the initiative to drive and asked Song Xinyu, "I'm going to find someone on the way, so there should be some delay and a detour. Are you okay later?"

Song Xin Yu Rourou said, "No, I'll be with you."

Qiao Yan didn't say who he was looking for, but went to the agreed place based on his memory.

At the destination fork in the road, the thin client was already waiting there.

In order to meet clients, Zhou Xiyun tonight is very different than usual. Not only did he change into a more beautiful makeup, but also changed his usual business attire into a long skirt with a waist and a stylish windbreaker. There are stiletto heels, LV small leather bags, earrings and hand accessories, etc., all of which are readily available. Even the hair is well-groomed, and everything is exquisite. It exudes the charm and charm of a mature woman everywhere, full of style.

Qiao Yan had rarely seen Zhou Xiyun dressed like this, and at first he didn't recognize him, so he almost drove the car over.

It was still Zhou Xiyun with sharp eyes who reluctantly raised his hand. Qiao Yan stopped the car slowly and looked at her deflatedly.

Shaobao, obviously just came out to talk about clients, and it looks so good, those who don’t know think it’s just from some international conference.

Compared to her own casualness... Qiao Yan felt like a full-time driver, working diligently to pick up the eldest lady.

Zhou Xiyun was still holding a paper bag with something in it.

Qiao Yan didn't say a word when he saw her, but just glanced at her.

Zhou Xiyun was quite calm and at ease. When the car came to a complete stop, he opened the door, bent over, and closed the door.

In one go, elegant and refined.

Everyone has come up, and we can't drive people down.

Qiao Yan looked back, and didn't introduce Song Xinyu next to him. He just put on airs and asked, "Your client won't send you?"

Zhou Xiyun put down the paper bag and small leather bag, as if he had expected another familiar face in front of him. He didn't glance at Qiao Yan after he came in, but only looked at Qiao Yan's face, and said, "The customer is not free, let's go first."

Considering that there were still friends around, Qiao Yan didn't want to say much. He wanted to gloat, but he held back.She lifted her chin slightly, "The special products that Aunt Zhou wanted are in the trunk, remember to take them when you get to the compound."

Zhou Xiyun hummed.

Long-term parking is not permitted here and must be driven away as soon as possible.

Qiao Yan calmed down, stopped talking, just said "No next time" bluntly, and then moved the car.

The way back was not long, but the atmosphere was inexplicably weird.

At first the three people in the car didn't speak, Zhou Xiyun sat behind him like a rock, Song Xinyu also pretended that Zhou Xiyun didn't exist, and Qiao Yan became the one caught in the middle.

Not knowing how to ease the situation, Qiao Yan hesitated for a moment, and approached Song Xinyu as if nothing had happened.

Song Xinyu saved face, and then found a way to chat.

Zhou Xiyun in the back row didn't interrupt, his beautiful eyes were half closed, and the light in his eyes fell on Qiao Yan's back, and he never moved away.

Looking at it without concealing it, his eyes seemed to be glued to Qiao Yan.

Half of it is to look at it carefully, and the other half is to observe it with other intentions.

Qiao Yan was very uncomfortable, he could sense Zhou Xiyun's actions, he endured it for a while before looking into the rearview mirror, hoping to see what the one behind him meant.

However, Zhou Xiyun moved first, raised his eyelids, and met his eyes in the mirror.

This man was staring at Qiao Yan, he didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught, but he was frank and straightforward, and he didn't even hide for a moment.

Qiao Yan lowered his eyes first and avoided it.

Song Xinyu didn't realize it, and asked Qiao Yan what he had been doing for a few years after graduation, and what kind of work he was engaged in.

Qiao Yan said: "At first, I did odd jobs to earn a living, and I also painted in the middle, and I also did self-media. I can do whatever I get money from."

Song Xinyu was slightly surprised, "You know how to draw?"

"A little bit, I taught myself during college." Qiao Yan replied, "But I'm not professional, not as good as those art students."

Song Xinyu smiled sweetly, "Are you still painting now?"

Qiao Yan said: "Twice a month, serialized online."

"Sign up for a website or run it yourself?"

"There is a cooperative manga club."

"Which one?"

……

The chat in the front row is satisfactory, and everything else is air.

"I started looking for a job."

A voice suddenly came from behind, the tone was low and slow, and it was interrupted inadvertently.

Zhou Xiyun remembered it better than Qiao Yan himself, and corrected those statements just now with a single mouth.

There was a moment of silence ahead, and Qiao Yan shut up.

Song Xinyu didn't answer.

Zhou Xiyun said: "I found it in the spring recruitment, and I applied for it at the school."

Qiao Yan moved his lips, then looked in the rearview mirror, then glanced at Song Xinyu, and said slowly, "Well, I almost forgot, there is also the Liwei Group."

That was all a long time ago, not worth mentioning.

Qiao Yan really didn't expect this. She didn't have much impression of that job. She only remembered that the salary was very low. A salary of 3000 yuan sold for [-] yuan. She resigned after working for half a month. favorite job.

This memory suddenly cut off the ongoing conversation, Song Xinyu didn't understand the past at all, Qiao Yan didn't know where to start, and the atmosphere returned to its original state.

The car became quiet again, until Qiao Yan took Song Xinyu to the gate of Song's house not long after.

Friends first, should send first.

Qiao Yan felt that the sequence was correct, and said to Song Xinyu, "See you another day."

Song Xinyu Shi Shiran got out of the car and closed the door.

"See you later."

Qiao Yan waved his hands vigorously, and turned to the other side without stopping.She didn't send Zhou Xiyun back, she just parked at the door of her house, insisting that Zhou Xiyun take two extra steps.

Qiao's house was completely dark, and the lights were not turned on in the house.

Empty, no one is there.

Qiao Yan rushed forward recklessly, and made too much movement when getting out of the car, almost hitting the roof of the car.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiyun stepped down first and reached out to block it in time.

Qiao Yan bumped into Zhou Xiyun's palm.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Zhou Xiyun pressed the button gently, "Keep an eye on it, don't bump into it."

Qiao Yan didn't appreciate it, and muttered, "I want you to take care of it..."

Zhou Xiyun didn't argue, nor was he angry.

"Take your things," Qiao Yan pushed her hand away, "I'll lock the car right away."

Zhou Xiyun walked back and opened the trunk.

The phone screen lit up, and Xu Ziqing finally replied to WeChat at this moment.

Qiao Yan clicked in, and wanted to call his mother to come down and open the door, but after seeing the message, he realized that the unreliable Ms. Xu sent:

"I took grandma out, and if I don't come back tonight, you go to Xiyun's place to make do with it for the night, and you'll make do with it."