The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

The call was from Professor Ma, to the effect that he came back from Guangzhou and wanted to ask Feng Xuan to go out for a meal. By the way, he would like to talk about his problems after graduation.

Feng Xuan said yes, took Ah Guai back, threw him a bone, put a white sweater under his coat, and walked out.

The big dog stared dumbfounded at the back of its master leaving.

The teeth bit the food on the paws fiercely.

What's the deal with giving it a bone with no meat. [

What I want is not bones, but girls, girls!

As soon as the sky in Beijing City reaches four o'clock in the afternoon, it will get dark, and the air-conditioning will penetrate into the bones of people from all directions, and people's legs will hurt from the cold.

Feng Xuan wore a thick scarf, revealing twin star-like eyes, looking at the brightly lit high-rise buildings in Xidan, and finally set his sights on the three characters Haidilao.

Walking in, there are no less than a hundred diners queuing up. Feng Xuan has long heard that Haidilao's food is hard to wait for, so even if he likes soup pots very much, he doesn't bother to come for a walk.

When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary, there were so many people.

"How many sirs?" the waiter in overalls asked.

Feng Xuan told the waiter the table number that Professor Ma had mentioned earlier, the man smiled and stretched out his arm: "Go inside, the fifth table on the left is No. 29."

The location of the table was easy to find. It was a large private room with a crystal curtain hanging on the sandalwood. Professor Ma waved to Feng Xuan after seeing Feng Xuan in the curtain.

Feng Xuan walked in, and politely called out to the professor.

Professor Ma looked at him kindly: "Is it cold outside?"

"Yeah." Feng Xuan replied, while taking off the scarf: "When did the professor come back?"

Professor Ma took a sip of tea, and his literary temperament became suspicious: "Your father called me on the plane this morning and said, don't you want to go to graduate school?"

"There is such a plan." Feng Xuan was surprised at first, and then said lightly: "I want to enter society as soon as possible.

Professor Ma nodded: "It's good to go out early to practice. I happen to have a job as an assistant here. You are definitely qualified for the job with your ability. You should practice your hands first. If you want to go back to City B in the future, let's talk about it."

"Thank you, Professor." Feng Xuan's thank you was sincere, and when he said it, he felt a little uncomfortable on his usually cold face.

Professor Ma patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Your dad and I have been old classmates for so many years, thank you, you kid, you are good at everything, but you are too old!"

Feng Xuan smiled, didn't say anything, just picked up the kettle and poured a cup of tea for the professor.

"Sir, do you want to order food at this table now?" There were too many people waiting outside, and the waiter couldn't help but rushed in.

Professor Ma raised his hand and looked at the hands of the watch: "There is still a friend who is not here, please wait another two minutes." [

As soon as he finished speaking, a person walked in from the door, with gold-rimmed glasses and a smile on his mouth. A well-tailored suit was thinly attached to his body, bringing out his ability and sharpness without omission, plus Even standing in the noisy Haidilao restaurant, Tang Yan will never be obliterated by the aristocratic temperament that has been pampered for a long time. The radiance is natural, and every gesture exudes the charm of a mature man...

Tang Yan came over, and just wanted to say hello to Professor Ma, but when he didn't want to, he met a pair of cold and indifferent eyes. He couldn't help being startled, and an evil arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The younger brother is also here, what a coincidence."

Probably because they were too close, Feng Xuan always felt that the smile was so strange that he couldn't express it, remembering the incident of this man snatching cigarettes from his mouth two days ago, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said lightly: "Senior brother."

"It seems that the two of you have gotten to know each other very well when I was away." The professor held the tea in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

The waiter was still standing between Tang Yan and Feng Xuan, only feeling chills gushing out, and couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the old man's vision, these two people are clearly incompatible, okay?

Tang Yan smiled, took off his black coat, and sat on Feng Xuan's left hand, clasped his long fingers on his folded legs, more elegant and more relaxed, and the posture of a famous and noble son was clearly revealed.

Feng Xuan glanced at him, then took a sip of tea in silence.

"Let's order." Tang Yan smiled at the waiter beside him, his voice was very low, and there was a deterrent force in his form.

The waiter quickly calmed down and took out a pen to draw and write on the notebook.

Tang Yan was very polite when ordering, and he would ask Professor Ma for his opinion every time he ordered a dish.

Professor Ma is not picky, he just said a few casual words.

Tang Yan turned his head and said in a low voice, "Where is Junior Brother, what do you like to eat?"

Feng Xuan, who was suddenly named, raised his head, with a teacup in his mouth, a pair of cold eyes shining brightly, the sweater was a v-neck, and he could vaguely see the jade-like chest under his neck flashing by, but he didn't care. Feeling leaning back: "Meat." Tang Yan suddenly felt a little dry, and said in a hoarse voice: "Add a few more plates of meat."

The waiter nodded and remembered it. After running out, he sighed, "You are so handsome, and your voice is nice."

The hot dishes were served very quickly. Tang Yan rolled the sleeves of his white shirt sideways, revealing his silver watch and bronze arms. Holding the serving chopsticks, he placed the dishes on Professor Ma's side, and the meat was all It poured into the bottom of the pot in front of Feng Xuan's eyes.

His movements are graceful, and even doing such a thing is very pleasing to the eye.

only!

Professor Ma looked at the soup pot with only vegetables and no meat in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Xiaoxuan loves meat, and he is not a vegetarian, okay? This kid keeps throwing vegetables over, what is going on!

Probably aware of the teacher's dissatisfaction, Tang Yan first took a look at the situation in the pot, and then said very calmly: "Professor, eat more vegetables, it is good for your health." Then, he threw a chopstick of lettuce over .

Professor Ma's nose opened and closed, and the corners of his eyes hurt from anger. He really wanted to lift the pot and put it on top of this kid's head!

The one next to him was delighted to see the meat, why didn't he pick up vegetables with his chopsticks!

Feng Xuan raised his head, saw the teacher was looking at him all the time, and then looked at the situation on his side, suddenly realized: "Master said you are fat a few days ago, teacher wants to lose weight, right? Then eat less meat." [

Now, the corners of Professor Ma's eyes no longer hurt, and he was so angry that he almost chewed his dentures to pieces!

His two students are really, really a nest of snakes and rats!

I can't finish the meal today, so hurry up and finish the business, let these two boys go, so that he won't be upset!

Good upbringing and long-term elegance suppressed the anger in Professor Ma's heart. After he sorted out his emotions, he resumed his kind smile: "Tang Yan, I heard that you are short of an assistant recently?"

"Yes, it's the end of the year, the company is very busy, there are too many entertainments, and I need an assistant to help me hold the wine." Tang Yan put down his chopsticks, tried the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and he ate a steak out of Haidilao. The rush of western food.

Listening to his straightforward words, Professor Ma didn't play around and pointed at Feng Xuan who was still fighting with mutton: "What do you think of your little brother?"

"Him?" Tang Yan smiled inexplicably, and an inexplicable light flashed under the gold-rimmed glasses...