You Sound Sleepy

The staff at the venue were dismantling the spacious platform, and the hanging banner frame became loose for a while, hitting Lin Mian's little heart with a crash.

Across the crowd, the man glanced over casually and paused briefly on Lin Mian.

Que Qingyan's expression at this moment is different from the gentleness he usually gets along with in private, a little more cold and unsmiling.

This scene was like a slow motion screening, Lin Mian lifted his heart, holding his breath, always feeling that his gaze had a bit of penetrating power.

One second.

Two seconds.

The person next to him was talking enthusiastically, Que Qingyan's eyes were deep, he calmly closed his gaze back, and responded.

A group of people came out of the exhibition center one after another.

In the infield, the assistant brought the bag and was puzzled: "Teacher?"

Lin Mian returned to his senses and responded.

She was wearing a mask, Que Qing said that he probably didn't notice it just now... right.

"Xiao Ting and I are going to have dinner here. Will you go back to the hotel directly or join us?"

"I won't be with you anymore, you guys have fun." Lin Miancha was curled up and said for a while, "I rushed back to city B in the evening."

"Go back now? So late?" The assistant was surprised, did not react, and checked the time. "This point is late at night when the nearest train is in time. The hotel is still booked tonight. Stay one night and leave tomorrow morning. OK. Teacher, do you have anything urgent?"

Lin Mian had a lingering fear, said her heart, Que Qingyan is also in the city tonight, she...

She doesn't dare to meet him face to face now!

This time to confess, the timing is wrong, and the location is wrong. If there is a certain law professor next to him, and ask Que Qingyan if she is his student...

How do you want him to answer?

I think of her as my student, but it's a pity that she is not?

Que Qingyan certainly wouldn't say such harsh words for choking people to death, but Lin Mianguang could be ashamed to find the ground after thinking about it.

In the next second, the assistant saw Lin Mian, who was already wearing a mask, groping in the bag for a while, removed a new mask and put it on, thinking that it was not enough, and wearing another one.

Assistant: "Teacher, won't you suffocate like this?"

The other's eyes are complicated: "It's not dull, it will die..."

On the same day, Lin Mian greeted his assistant and immediately booked the ticket, transferred to the hotel, and returned to City B after packing up his luggage.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I returned to the apartment.

Lin Mian finished tidying things up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. In the milky white misty bathroom, she pulled the edge of the bathtub with her hands, and her chin was knocked on the icy porcelain edge, and her heart was also cold.

During the day, she didn't notice the invitation list for the seminar, but glanced at the time, the meeting happened to end on Sunday.

In other words, if there is nothing wrong, Que Qingyan may be back tomorrow.

Lin Mian simulated the situation after her showdown to him in his brain, pursing his lips and thinking, the worst thing is that he doesn't care about her anymore.

From Que Qingyan's point of view, it was nothing more than his own student who had hired someone to take the call, and that person did not do any business, and he slept rightly in every class.

And her rich inner drama when facing him, she would not know her many years of careful thinking.

Lin Mian felt more miserable the more he thought about it, and went out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Before he could even get his breath, he received a call from Mother Lin.

Since the death of Lin's father, several senior directors of the company have re-divided the equity and eliminated the relatives and relatives in the company. The Lin family was defeated. Mother Lin fought a lawsuit for nearly half a year, and finally won a place in the company, from Mrs. Kuo to a strong woman in the workplace.

Lin's mother graduated from a well-known overseas business school before marrying Lin's father, and she became a full-time wife after marriage. After returning to the mall many years later, Lin Mu's business acumen is still there, but after all, she started from scratch. Over the years, there have been many things that have hit a wall.

In the car, Ruan Lishu had just finished a social gathering, sat in the back seat with her temples, processed the work documents, and called Lin Mian.

"Mom," Lin Mian answered the phone while sitting on the edge of the bed, in a sweet voice, "I was in the shower just now and I didn't receive the first few calls."

Ruan Lishu is in a good mood. Usually the mother and daughter contacted frequently, so she asked a few words in a cold and warm manner before getting to the point, and asked:

"Mianmian, are you free tomorrow night?"

Tomorrow evening…

Lin Mian hesitated for a moment: "Yes."

"Tomorrow is your Aunt Song's birthday party. She used to help our family. She always has to go for her birthday." Ruan Lishu smiled, "Mom wants to take you there."

Aunt Song. Lin Mian searched around in his head, without any impression.

But whether it is Aunt Song or Aunt Zhang, the birthday party of celebrity wives is a social feast of the attachment between guests, and the focus is often not on the banquet itself.

In the past, Lin Mian rarely attended such banquets, but after the Lin family fell out of the celebrity circle, she never went to it. Lin's mother would not force her daughter socially, and she never mentioned it.

Ruan Lishu actually knew that her daughter didn't want to go, but...

She sighed softly and said softly: "I have already picked the gift. I will ask the driver to pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Is it at the address near Tongtong School?"

Speaking of Xu Tong, Lin Mian shook his head and suddenly thought that Xu Xiaotong would return to China in two days.

Tomorrow, I should confess to Que Qingyan, but if I go to the banquet, I may not be able to come back.

Lin Mian struggled in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay if I don't go?"

"That's half a day, and it won't take too much time." Ruan Lishu was hard to say to her daughter's act of acting like a baby. "There will be a lot of people here, and it's a good thing to know more people."

Ruan Lishu also has her own plans.

How many celebrities will be invited to Que Tai's birthday party.

The daughter is no longer young, and she has reached the age to discuss marriage. No matter how difficult the Lin family is, Lin's mother is not willing to sacrifice her daughter to marry, but at least she has to find a good person for her in the circle.

But it has to be Mianmian's favorite.

The next day, the birthday party was held in the suburban villa in Mid-Levels. When Lin Mian arrived, there were already many luxury cars parked in front of the huge garden.

In the middle of the garden is a fountain with white lacquer sculptures, and a band has been invited to play on the green grass. Guests walk through the hollow flower stand to the banquet hall, and the servants have already welcomed the door.

"Just call Aunt Song in a while," Ruan Lishu got out of the car with a gift and smiled. "You saw it several times when you were young..."

Lin Mian replied, and didn't listen to Mother Lin's words carefully, and was full of confession.

On the other side, Bai Jiayi was still in confinement, and sent a text message to her as a military adviser: [Mian Bao, a person who is used to seeing wind and waves like Que Qingyan, I definitely don’t hate others for lying to him. You can tell him the truth. , The big deal is to write another review. 】

Lin Mian took the time to look at it and replied: [No. 】

If he knew that she was not his own student, where would he ask her to write a review...

Lin Mian cried and thought, he must have ignored her a long time ago.

…

In the magnificent banquet hall, the birthday party has not officially started.

The host didn't show up, and the guests gathered in groups, and the conversations were intertwined. Ruan Lishu happened to meet a business acquaintance, and he whispered a few words to Lin Mian, and talked with others in the past.

The lights in the hall were dazzling, and the champagne tower was set off with the glow of wine. Lin Mian walked around the table and took a glass of soda in the various wine glasses.

She took out her phone and looked at the time, and she fought mentally for ten minutes.

Otherwise, don't say it in person...

After thinking for a moment, Lin Mian took out his phone, poked WeChat open, and looked at Que Qingyan's dialog box again and again, wondering if he deleted her...

Lin Mian: [Professor Que, hello. 】

The news went smoothly.

Lin Mian: [I've been hiding from you, I'm really sorry, I'm actually not your student, and I'm not Xu Tong. 】

Lin Mian's heart beat so fast, he deleted and beat a sentence, and finally sent it out.

Lin Mian: [My name is Lin Mian. 】

After sending the message, Lin Mian poured a cup of soda, stared at the unresponsive dialog box, took a breath and put the phone away.

The more anxious and the thirsty, she turned around, wanting to get another glass of soda.

When turning back again, Lin Mian Yuguang caught a glimpse of someone walking straight towards him.

Her gaze slowly moved up from the shiny hand-made leather shoes, up to the tailored trousers, and then to the man's face.

"..."

Excluding the gaze at the T City exhibition, Lin Mian hadn't seen Que Qingyan for a few days.

can…

But she never thought that she would meet on this occasion!

Lin Mian's brain is blank.

Frozen for a long time, with a pitiful expression of repentance, he whispered, "Que, Professor Que..."

She wore a long skirt that flicked the floor, her long black hair was rolled up, revealing a white and delicate neck, and her apricot eyes were full of guilty conscience.

Que Qingyan was standing here, and some ladies and ladies were gradually paying attention.

He looked down at Lin Mian, raised his hand to loosen a little tie, bent down slightly, and put the wine glass in his hand on the long dining table behind her.

"..." After a long while, Que Qingyan said, his voice is low: "Lin Mian?"