Crossing the line

Chapter 67: Facta non verba
Zhou Fei was a little shocked.

After all, no matter how you think about it, you wouldn't think that a mature and powerful man like Wen Yangzhi would like anime characters. It's such a cute contrast.

Quite childlike.

I thought that I knew something about Wen Yangzhi that others didn’t know.

Unexpectedly, she was secretly happy.

I’m afraid no one in this building would have thought that this figure painting co-branded card was chosen because Wen Yangzhi liked it.

Many people thought it was the young co-president’s idea.

Even she thought that it was his subordinates who persuaded him to accept the proposal.

I didn't expect that it was the serious and calm Wen Yangzhi who did it.

Since he likes it, the painters must be carefully selected and not just anyone can paint it:
"Then I'll have someone screen the painters."

Wen Yangzhi's voice was cold. He turned the document to the first page and pushed it in front of her with two long fingers: "This is not within your job scope. Just do your own job."

Zhou Fei knew that he was always distant from others, but when she heard him speak, she still felt that he was not happy and felt that she had crossed the line.

But at least she knew that he was just distant and not really unhappy.

She adjusted her mood in an instant and smiled: "Okay, then let our colleagues in the Propaganda Department do it."

He didn't look up: "Yeah."

Yun Yuwan tossed around the house and finally got so bored that she lay down on Wen Yangzhi's bed. She picked up his iPad and tried to guess his password, but found out that there was no password at all.

The screensaver had become the photo of her and him, and there was no him in it, only her. He had deliberately enlarged her photo to use as the screensaver so that he wouldn't take up any space to see her.

Yun Yuwan sat up in shock in an instant.

When we were filming, my brother seemed unwilling.

She didn't expect him to set this photo as his screen saver.

She was shocked and held the tablet for a long time without moving.

I stroked his tablet with my fingers and found that the back cover felt a little different, as if it had texture. Then I found that there was laser engraving on the back of his iPad, a line of Latin:

facta non verba.
She searched it and found that it meant actions speak louder than words.

Looking at the tablet screensaver and then seeing that sentence, she felt tangibly that she was truly loved.

My brother didn’t say it, but he loved her.

I had always used a screenshot of that anime character as my screen saver, probably because there were really no photos of her.

Her brother always seemed to care little about her, but in fact he cared about her very much.

Yun Yuwan connected to his iPad and uploaded hundreds of her selfies and daily photos, from graduation photos to travel photos of climbing an Indonesian volcano with others.

She was eating ice cream with a smile in the heavy snow, and her friend splashed snow on her head from behind.

Amidst the endless greenery, he was pushed down the slide on the grassland hillside by Lin Chu, looking terrified.

Wind horse paper was released near the prayer flags and temples. The boundless wind blew up the colorful paper, which should have flown far away but instead covered her face.

In early spring, a group of friends celebrated her birthday but she was sick that day. She stuck a tissue in her nostrils to stop the nosebleed and was pulled by her friends to make a Polaroid photo of her haggard face. The Chunyuwan brand had just started. The store was full of iron buckets filled with fresh cut flowers, dozens or even hundreds of flower buckets of various sizes, filled with gorgeous and gorgeous flowers. She sat among the flowers and fell asleep against the counter.

While dining at a restaurant in France, a strange French man gave me a bunch of champagne roses. I cut foie gras next to the roses in the sunshine outside the window.

On the day of graduation, the high-rise buildings in the city center lit up advertisements for the graduates of Ghent University. She wore a master's graduation gown and took photos with the old professor who hugged her downstairs with a transparent umbrella.

Hundreds of photos suddenly filled his photo album, all of them showing the same face.

Yun Yuwan was very happy, imagining that she could use Wen Yangzhi alternately in the future, and she could have whatever look she wanted.

Touching the sentence "Actions speak louder than words" on the back of the tablet, my mood seems to be covered with sweet cream.

Actions speak louder than words.

It seems to be true.

Just like her brother didn't tell her who would be the female companion at the Wen family dinner party, but he prepared a necklace for her early on, and if she wore one in advance because of her mistake, he would choose another one.

Never said anything to her.

Jiang Yingyu happened to send her a message: "Not a gentlemanly question, can I have lunch with you today?"

The housekeeper specifically said today that her brother was busy today and would not be back for dinner, so she could go: "Of course."

She added a coquettish Peppa Pig emoji, the same as her nose-picking Peppa Pig avatar.

Jiang Yingyu sat next to a big dog. The light-colored golden retriever danced around him in a flattering manner, wanting him to touch it. The sunlight filled the room and sprinkled on his tall figure. He held his mobile phone, smiled lightly on his thin lips, and replied to her with a "good".

He stood up, and the big dog twisted around him, its big tail raised like a dog's tail grass, its golden tail hair swaying left and right. He bent down and casually touched the dog's head, his auspicious phoenix eyes smiled brightly, and his eyes were as bright as gold and flowing as stone:
"I can't play with you today. I have to go meet someone."

The golden retriever seemed to understand and lay down and whimpered.

Yun Yuwan wanted to go out, and the housekeeper quickly followed: "Let Uncle Li take you out. Director Wen will be worried if you go out alone."

She had promised her brother last night and had no intention of going back on her word. She also didn't want to make things difficult for the housekeeper, so she smiled and said, "Okay."

Anyway, my brother knows Jiang Yingyu.

But she didn't expect that the man would bring bodyguards. A bodyguard wearing sunglasses and with biceps bigger than her head was sitting in the passenger seat. Yun Yuwan didn't even know that there was a bodyguard living in the villa.

The driver drove her steadily all the way to the restaurant she was going to. Yun Yuwan could only choose a seat by the window so that the bodyguard could watch her through the window, otherwise he would have to follow her in.

There weren't many people there, in the French restaurant where they first met.

She arrived half an hour early and sat in the glass greenhouse.

Wind-chime-like vinca roses droop like weeping willows from around the vertical-grained wooden lanterns. In the transparent vase on the table are a bunch of attractive flowers arranged in the European style, including white and green lisianthus, light and dark purple violets, and dark green forget-me-nots. The atmosphere of southern France is rich and romantic.

There is a slender-leaved banyan tree growing in front of the French retro wall behind. The roots of the banyan tree have grown into the gaps of the jigsaw glass wall. There is a full floor-to-ceiling window on the side, and sunlight pours in like a waterfall.

Unexpectedly, after only waiting for a few minutes, I saw a Pagani Huayra parked on the side of the road from the full window, and a young man wearing a pure white hoodie and wasteland-style overalls got out of the car.

Even when wearing overalls, her legs are still incredibly long, and she looks very calm when she's not smiling.

When the restaurant doorman came over, he casually handed the car keys to him and asked him to help park the car. He smiled politely at the man, and you could see deep dimples on his handsome face, his eyes were hooked inward, and his long eyes were like rippling water.

Holding a bunch of brilliant sunflowers, she guessed subconsciously.

Isn't it a gift for her?
(End of this chapter)