One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Yan Xi saw that there were countless melon-eating people in the comment area distressing the school grass and Song Yan back then. She was very thankful that she had already changed her name. Although she wanted to find a career to get ahead, she definitely didn't want to use this kind of tearing up the scene. famous.

Turning off the video, Yan Xi tried his best to remember who the school grass was back then. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have the slightest impression. The only thing I remember is that this school grass seems to be very talented. He has published poems in the school magazine. In her spare time, the girls in the class occasionally talk about how the school grass is. But that's only the case. Everyone's main energy is still academics. No matter how good the school is, it is not as attractive as the university entrance examination.

Early the next morning, Yang Min, who works at an online media company, called her and said it was about popular videos.

"Dahe, the Song Yan of those two populations, isn't it you?" On the other end of the phone, Yang Min smiled heartlessly, "I was wrong last time, you shouldn't be the heroine of the drama. I should play the heroine of Mary Su, but her appearance is a little bit worse."

"Go go," Yan Xi drove his mobile phone hands-free, cracking the keyboard, "I'm busy."

"What are you up to, next copy?"

"Um."

"Evil rich second generation," Yang Min envied and hated on the phone, "You are bored at home every day, so it's better to find something to do." She knew in her heart that with Yan Xi's ability and appearance, she wanted to find A satisfactory job is not too difficult.

A big move sent the enemy family to the resurrection point, and Yan Xi quit the game, "I also have this plan, but I haven't completed a cooperation with a publishing house recently, so I can't rush to work for the time being."

Yang Min knows about Yan Xi's serialization of cute comics on the Internet: "Those comics are all your hard work. Now that you are very popular, you can also try to develop here."

"When the hobby is okay, I still have a guilty conscience after eating this bowl of rice. I will deal with it first. If it doesn't work, I can go home and eat the old." Yan Xi knew that although her mother had some reputation in the painting and calligraphy circles, But as a daughter, she has not inherited the talent and aura of the previous generation. At the beginning, her mother intended to cultivate her artistic cell, but she gave up because she didn't think so.

"I thought you would say, I want freedom, I don't want to be shackled by the company at home." Yang Min has long been accustomed to Yan Xi's shamelessness. "Alright, please call me if you have anything to do. , The boss is coming over to check the post, I will hang up first."

Yan Xi hung up the phone and stared at the black screen of her cell phone in a daze. Her two good friends often call, and I am afraid she is also worried that she will be bored here alone. In normal people’s imagination, she has been following her mother. She returned to her father after her death. Her father is still the boss of the company. Maybe she doesn’t care about this daughter who hasn’t been together for many years, and she may not even have a few faces. See.

She knows all her friends' worries and good intentions, but even if she says that her dad treats her well, they may not believe it, and they might think she is laughing hard.

This kind of misunderstanding is really not easy to explain clearly.

"Yan Yan, come down to eat soon." Song Hai shouted downstairs, "Daddy made the old duck soup you like to drink."

"Come on." Putting on her slippers, Yan Xi walked downstairs in her pajamas with a disheveled hair.

When the meal was almost finished, Song Hai observed his daughter's face: "Yan Yan, do you have any plans in two days?"

"Two days later?" Yan Xi shook his head, "No, what's the matter with Dad?"

"That’s right. Two days later, it’s the birthday of the wife of a big business man. My dad has gradually mixed up in the circle in the past few years and got a birthday party invitation. If you have any arrangements, you can go together with your dad. It’s so lively, and get to know a few people your age."

Yan Xi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Song Hai had long wanted to show off his daughter with his colleagues. When Yan Xi nodded, he suddenly smiled into a sunflower, "Don't be too nervous at that time, eat and drink when you should eat, and ask your father if you have anything to do."

Shouldn't she be reminded to pay attention to words and deeds on such important occasions?

Yan Xi looked at her dad speechlessly, no wonder her mother insisted on bringing her to her side, probably because she was worried that her dad would give her to the bear child who was a pitfall.

The next day Song Hai’s assistant sent several big-name evening dresses, but the color was either red or purple. Although it was gorgeous enough, it was not suitable for her current age. Yan Xi was desperate for her father's straight men's aesthetic style, and finally chose a suitable modified short evening dress by herself, and even chose a suit and accessories for Song Hai.

Seeing that his daughter didn't like the evening dress he ordered, Song Hai was a little bit disappointed, but seeing that his daughter had specially prepared clothes for him, he was happy again.

In order not to lose face, the father and daughter got in the most luxurious and valuable car in the family and rushed to the hotel with their heads high.

"Dad, are you familiar with the chairman of Changfeng Group?"

"Unfamiliar," Song Hai shook his head honestly, "Our company has only cooperated with his branch, and I got a little relationship with their senior management, so I got this invitation."

Yan Xi was silent for a moment: "Then our current behavior is called thigh hug?"

"What the silly girl is thinking about," Song Hai smiled, his chubby face like a round pumpkin, "How could we hold the thigh of the chairman of Changfeng, we can only be considered as having fun."

"That's right." Yan Xi was deeply convinced. Their family seemed to have two money, but in fact, in the realm of the imperial capital, it was really nothing. It was enough for them to come to the original lady's birthday party this time. Months.

When we arrived at the banquet site, Yan Xi entered the venue with Song Hai arm in arm. There were people coming and going. Many guests had already arrived. Men and women shuttled between them, like a dazzling Vanity Fair. Yan Xi clenched his handbag and glanced at Song Hai. say.

Song Hai patted her arm, and within a few steps, someone he knew came up to say hello.

"Lao Song, who is this little girl with the sign?" The man came in a suit and leather shoes, with a very kind smile on his face, and the look in Yan Xi's eyes was like the gentlest elder.

Most of the people in the business field have good emotional intelligence. Even if he has doubts about Yan Xi's identity, he will never say half of the dissatisfaction.

"This is my ineffective daughter, who just graduated from graduate school," Song Hai turned to look at Yan Xi, "Come on, Yan Yan, this is Uncle Yao, the boss of Ruilong Company."

"Hello, Uncle Yao," Yan Xi thought for a while, and finally remembered what this person does. "The stationery produced by Uncle Yao's company is very easy to use. My classmates and I often buy your company's products."

"It turns out that the wise niece is still one of our company's food and clothing parents," Boss Yao happily shook hands with Yan Xi, jokingly, "disrespectful and disrespectful."

He didn't expect that the chubby Song Hai would have such a delicate daughter. He shook hands with this little girl and didn't dare to use his strength, for fear of accidentally crushing her hand.

Seeing Song Hai's proud look, Boss Yao couldn't help thinking, it's no wonder that Song Hai hasn't remarried all these years after his divorce. His ex-wife must be very beautiful and strong in genes, otherwise he wouldn't be able to give birth to a daughter with such an icon.

Regardless of what others thought, Song Hai took Yan Xi to show off to his colleagues and friends. What is more, his daughter is smart, capable of reading, and beautiful.

If Yan Xi was originally only seven points of beauty, but with the blessing of cosmetics and Song Hai's set off, her appearance was abruptly improved to nine points. Although it is not the best at the banquet, it can at least make people stand out. Bright. In addition, she was sweet and well-behaved, and Song Hai dazzled Yan Xi with a smile on her face. Some of them even opened their eyes and talked nonsense, saying that Yan Xi was like a father.

"Ling Qianjin looks very good, there is a kind of charm in Mr. Song's eyes."

There is really no resemblance to it, so it can only refresh the charm.

Yan Xi smiled happily, but in his heart he was thinking that he was worthy of a vanity fair, and he was so sincere in telling lies.

Although Song Hai digs out his heart and lungs in front of his daughter, he shows a shrewd side on the outside. Whether he knows or not, he can finally laugh and say a few words to Song Hai. Even if they can’t talk about cooperation, at least they can be familiar with each other. .

What Yan Xi can do is not to hold back her dad. He saw a 40-year-old woman called a sister, and a 60-70 year-old woman called aunt. When the other party corrected her, she put on a face, "I don’t believe it, you clearly "Very young" expression, trying to brush up on the favorability of female compatriots.

Probably her face was too deceptive, so before the banquet officially started, she had a conversation with several successful women.

Before long, a middle-aged couple appeared under the attention of everyone. The man looked at the appearance of only more than 40 years old, arm in arm with the woman next to him, and seemed to have a very good relationship.

The woman has an oval face, fair skin, and smiles at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. Her beauty is enough to ignore her age.

Yan Xi couldn't help but look at this woman a few more times, concealing his appreciation.

This should be Mrs. Yuan, the protagonist of today's banquet.

She guessed right. The couple were the chairman and his wife of Changfeng Company. They sprinkled handfuls of dog food all the way, and their words and deeds were full of tenderness. Sitting at the wine table, Yan Xi couldn't help laughing a little while looking at the embracing couple.

After the husband and wife spread the dog food, their two sons also came on stage.

The crystallization of handsome men and beautiful women is generally not too bad. The two sons of the original family have narrow waists, wide shoulders and long legs. The tailored suits are even more charming when worn on them.

The boss of the original family looks good, looks very serious, and is a serious and rigorous man.

The second child of the original family looks even better than the boss, but the slightly hanging corners of the eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, and the thin lips give people a sense of bad man who is not easy to get along with and doesn't know what to consider.

Yan Xi tilted her head and covered her mouth and said in Song Hai's ear: "Dad, is the heir of the original family the boss or the second?"

Song Hai shook his head, lowered his head and whispered to his daughter: "This kind of rich family secrets, can your father know it?" A rich family like the original family can have lace news, but they will never let the private affairs of the family come out. , Become other people's talks.

Yan Xi:...

It makes sense.