The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

"You can play with the third child in the next game, and I'll go to the teaching building."

"Hey? This is just the beginning, why did you leave? Boss, boss!"

There are very few people in the teaching building. The professor doesn't look very old. He looks like he is in his 50s and wears a very orthodox suit.It seemed that he had just got off some meeting. Seeing Feng Xuan coming in, he raised his hand to signal him to sit down while answering the phone.

Feng Xuan also came more often, so he was not so restrained, so he sat on the sofa opposite the desk.

"Look, I'm so busy these days that I don't even have time to drink my saliva." The professor hung up the phone, showing his trademark amiable smile: "I have another speech in a while, and I have to fly to Guangzhou tonight..."[

Feng Xuan was used to the professor being busy like a spinning top all day long. He took out the materials he had sorted out from the document bag, handed them over, and said, "Professor, you asked me to do this a few days ago."

"Have you finished?" The professor showed a hint of surprise on his face, took it over and flipped through it, nodding his head from time to time: "Well, not bad, not bad."

Feng Xuan smiled and didn't speak, when someone knocked on the door outside.

The professor said without raising his head, "Go in."

Then, a refreshed man walked in, with his coat on one arm and one hand in his trouser pocket. Unlike ordinary graduate students, his gestures were elegant, that was A temperament that can only be developed through the precipitation of time.

Not as flamboyant as when he was playing basketball, his long and narrow eyes were blocked by a pair of glasses with gold fringe, making him look like a successful person in the business world.

At this time, there was a clear smile on the professor's face: "You are finally here, sit down." Yu Luo said to Feng Xuan who was still drinking tea: "This is what I often mentioned to you. Tang Yan, your elder brother."

"Brother." Feng Xuan put the teacup in his palm, raised his eyes slightly, the color of his eyes was as light as water, the corners of his lips rose slightly, like ripples and wind, his whole person seemed to be radiant, even sitting like Tang Yan Being around such an oppressive person is not inferior at all.

Tang Yan looked down at him, did not speak, and nodded slightly.

Two people, sitting and standing, have completely different auras, but are equally dazzling.

The professor looked at the two students he was most proud of with satisfaction, his eyes were full of pride, he took a sip of tea, pointed at Tang Yan: "Feng Xuan has a graduation thesis, please help me to review it, I am here I won’t be able to spare some time.”

"Okay." Tang Yan always had an impeccable smile on his face, just like a successful person on TV.

The professor smiled appreciatively and nodded. He looked down at the watch on his wrist: "It's almost time for my speech. You two should get acquainted first."

After finishing speaking, the professor put down his teacup, carried his briefcase between his arms, picked up the documents and left the office, leaving in a hurry as if his ass was burned.

Just like that, there were two people left in the office who looked at each other in blank dismay, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

Quiet.

As quiet as water.

He could only faintly hear footsteps in the corridor and the sound of a basketball entering the hoop on the playground.

With such close contact, Tang Yan's oppressive aura became stronger than before. [

Feng Xuan looked down at his briefcase. He was wearing an off-white sweater with a deep V-neck today.

Smooth neckline, delicate clavicle with bony heel, and slender fingers tapping on the folder, his movements are human-like, elegant but revealing a kind of

Alienated, inaccessible.

Tang Yan glanced at him reluctantly, blew on the tea in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at Feng Xuan: "Who is your mentor?"

"Zhang Furong." Feng Xuan pursed his lips, his usually cold and thin lips were slightly annoyed.

This Furong, nicknamed Sister Furong by others, talks a lot and does little work. As long as someone sends the paper over, he will not let the students revise it ten or eight times, he will not be reconciled.

Tang Yan looked at Feng Xuan with a gleam of light, and he didn't know whether he was showing sympathy or gloating.

He took out a pen from his jacket pocket, tore a piece of 4k white paper from his desk, and started to write.

The appearance of the pen is very beautiful, it is made of blue and white porcelain, which is very suitable for Tang Yan's temperament.

His handwriting pierced through the back of the paper, with iron strokes horizontally, giving people a tough and domineering feeling.

"You can go to the National Map to buy it, especially the book "Subversive Expressor: The New Hero of Business" by Garfield. You can use it for reference when writing a thesis. Professor Zhang likes to read his words very much." Tang Yan He spoke lightly, clearly analyzing how to write a thesis for economics and management majors. His voice was very low, and he couldn't hear the original sound quality, but it was quite metallic, as if he had his own mixed sound.

The other party's explanation was very good, and sometimes he would stop and take a look at Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan listened calmly, and expressed his opinion in due course.

The two unexpectedly shared similar interests, and there was no embarrassment in chatting for the first time. Instead, because of the same argument, they chatted for more than an hour before they knew it, and the professor hadn't come back yet.

Feng Xuan looked at the darkening sky outside, and began to worry that Ah, who hadn't eaten at home, was a good boy.

"Why?" Tang Yan saw his hesitation, and the topic of the thesis stopped there.

Feng Xuan put away the 4k white paper, smiled warmly: "There is still a guy waiting for dinner at home, I'm afraid I'll be late when I go back, and it's time to make a fuss again."

"Really." Tang Yan withdrew his gaze, his thick eyelashes covered his pupils, and his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see any expression.

Feng Xuan only saw that his index finger holding the pen was tightened, and he stood up, dressing gracefully: "Since someone is waiting at home, let's go back quickly."

"En." Feng Xuan wrapped the scarf around his neck, looked at Tang Yan with dark eyes: "Thank you, brother today."

An almost invisible smile appeared on the corner of Tang Yan's mouth, and his voice was low: "You're welcome."

Hearing his voice, Feng Xuan felt inexplicably familiar for some reason... [

Back home from school, Aguai was lying at the door, with his big head drooping on the floor, wagging his tail nonchalantly, golden all over, very proud.

Seeing him coming back, she let out a woof, ran into the kitchen like a child, took out her special small flower pot, and then looked at Feng Xuan with a pair of round eyes: "Wow, woof!"

Feng Xuan patted its head guiltily, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the kitchen.

First, wash the rice and put it in the rice cooker.

Then he opened the refrigerator to look at the dishes, and finally he took potatoes, peppers, carrots and beef.

Feng Xuan's cooking skills can't be said to be good or bad, but he has been cooking since he moved out of home in his sophomore year.

He likes spicy food and always puts red pepper in every dish.

There was a gurgling sound in the pot, and the aroma of the stewed beef made Ah Guai's eyes extra bright, his tongue hung out, and he followed Feng Xuan around...