Bamboo horse is not a gentleman

Chapter 14

Lu Bai glanced at Assistant Xia who was still immersed in the blow:
"Weiwei, come back with us too, I have something to tell you."

Assistant Xia moved to Writer Lu's side little by little like a puppet Pinocchio who suddenly became angry.

Yuan Qing could see clearly from the side that Xia Weiwei had always cared about Lu Bai all these years and had never changed.

The three left the cafe with their own thoughts, Lu Bai and Yuan Qing returned to Audi, and Xia Weiwei also got into her car.

When the car moved slowly, Yuan Qing quietly looked at Lu Bai's side face. His expression looked very calm, but it seemed to contain a lot of emotions, which was hard to interpret.

"Sorry……"

Yuan Qing drooped his head and said in a low voice.

"There are so many people apologizing to me today." Lu Bai's deep voice rose slightly, and it was hard to tell if it was joy or joking.

"Even Xiao Yang knows that he can't offend Chang Shan, it's me who does things...too irrational."

Lu Bai turned his head to look at his rookie assistant, his deep eyes showed a warm smile for the first time, and that warm gaze made Yuan Qing's heart suddenly warm up:
"You did what I most wanted to do, and I'm too happy to be there."

"But will Chang Shan wait for an opportunity to retaliate against you?"

"At least this time he didn't dare. I have the means to have a fatal impact on his career. If he still wants to hang around in the circle of reporters, he'd better not offend me."

"Actually, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you."

"what is the problem?"

"You...have you known Chang Shan for a long time?"

Lu Bai didn't answer, but just turned the steering wheel and drove the car from the bustling city center into the elevated road.

Back at Lu Bai's apartment, the two assistants followed Writer Lu Da into his home.

Xia Weiwei was called into the study by him, and Yuan Qing was ordered to prepare refreshments.

No matter it is windy, rainy or hail, Writer Lu Da will never lose his afternoon tea habit like a British aristocrat. Immediately restored appetite.

Before entering the kitchen, Yuan Qing cast a mournful glance at the closed study door, and muttered:
"They're both assistants, why is there such a big difference?"

"Wow! (I'm hungry!)"

Unaware of his master's sorrow, Ah Bai wagged his tail excitedly and followed the listless Yuan Qing to the kitchen.

Half an hour later, Xia Weiwei came out of the study with an unpredictable expression. She looked at Yuan Qing who was setting refreshments in the living room, and habitually straightened her long hair. A faint scent of perfume immediately wafted into the air:
"I'm going first, take good care of Lu Bai. Except for me and the editors who usually work with Lu Bai, if a stranger calls, you will block for Lu Bai."

"What happened?"

"It's nothing, it's best to be careful. Although Chang Shan suffered a lot this time, he has a wide network of contacts and a complicated circle of contacts. It's hard to guarantee that nothing will happen."

Yuan Qing blamed herself so much that she could hardly breathe. If it wasn't for her recklessness, how could she cause such a big trouble!
"Don't blame yourself too much." Xia Weiwei is worthy of being a professional assistant, very good at communicating with people and guessing people's hearts, "Lu Bai is not a vegetarian, it's hard to tell who will wait and see."

"I still don't understand why this reporter named Chang Shan is targeting Lu Bai so much, or is his interview style just so disgusting? Then what kind of record is he, and what is the difference between him and a paparazzi?"

Xia Weiwei shrugged and sighed, her beautiful black eyes were full of exhaustion and unwillingness:
"I don't know, and Lu Bai refuses to say. Over the years, I have tried so many ways to get close to him, but all of them are in vain. I don't even know him as much as you do. Sometimes, I even feel that Lu Bai has always They all regard me as an assistant and an old classmate, not even a friend."

Looking at Xia Weiwei's back, Yuan Qing's heart twitched slightly, and suddenly remembered a long time ago.It was a gap between evening self-study in high school, Xia Weiwei ignored the students coming and going in the corridor, and went straight to Lu Bai who was stuck in the corner of the balcony:

"Student Lu Bai, I...seems like you forgot to bring some snacks. I have strawberry biscuits, do you want some?"

"Thank you, I don't like sweets."

"Then I also brought sushi. There are eel sushi, Arctic shellfish sushi and tamagoyaki sushi. Which one do you like?"

"Sorry, I don't like the taste of seafood."

Under the eyes of everyone, when the biscuits and lunch boxes in Xia Weiwei's hands were useless, amidst the indignation of the boys and the secret gloating of the girls, she could only stand there helplessly, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and a small face the size of a slap It was flushed red, but Lu Bai was still indifferent, and just quietly cast his eyes on the stairs not far away.

So, a beautiful school belle with eyes above the top is extremely young, nervous and clumsy, and she is like a flower that suddenly blooms in spring, unable to withstand the ravages of the cold wave, so "scarred everywhere".

Someone may ask Yuan Qing why he remembers this old event so clearly, and still remembers it clearly after so many years?
The most obvious reason is that Xia Weiwei's white, rich and beautiful halo has been so dazzling for more than ten years, which made her unforgettable, and the deeper reason is because at that time——Yuan Qing was present.

She who had just walked up the stairs saw this scene, and instinctively hid the strawberry double-layer sandwich biscuits that Lu Bai ordered to buy from the school canteen behind her back...

"What are you thinking, your mouth is crooked from laughing."

An extremely familiar voice sounded in his ears, and when Yuan Qing came to his senses, he was already waiting in front of Writer Lu's desk with refreshments.

Sure enough, once a servant, a lifelong slave!
Yuan Qing angrily rolled his eyes at Zhuma:

"Miss Xia reminded me that it's time to feed you."

Lu Bai raised the corners of his lips, and smiled narrowly:
"Miss Yuan, your apologies really come and go like the wind."

Yuan Qing blushed immediately, she was still blaming herself for what happened to Chang Shan, but she was showing her teeth and claws out of habit again, so she could only whisper:
"I know I was wrong, kill or cut it up to you."

Lu Bai had only one answer:
"I want to eat steamed dumplings from Tianxieju."

"Okay, okay, I'll go buy it." Yuan Qing automatically imagined the image of himself taking two bus transfers in the cold wind, and then queuing up with Yishui'er old men and women for steamed dumplings.

Lu Bai is definitely the demon star sent by God to clean her up!

Early on Monday morning, Yuan Qing held an umbrella and went out with the cold wind and rain on his forehead.

Just two steps out of the community, a black jeep suddenly stopped in front of her, and a young man with yellow hair, unshaven beard and dark eyebrows protruded from the car window. He winked at her flirtatiously, and threw his hands :
"Hey, Xiao Qingqing, continue!"

Yuan Qing involuntarily took the things thrown to her by the strange man, and took a closer look. It was the "Lucheng Daily" she was going to buy at the newsstand. Today's date was printed on the head, and the tip of her nose could smell the extremely fresh ink. .

Looking up again, the jeep was gone.

All this happened within tens of seconds.

Strange men come and go like the wind.

Although they only had a face-to-face meeting, Yuan Qing's sixth sense as a woman had the answer to the identity of the visitor.Facing the cold wind, she held the umbrella with her right arm, opened the newspaper impatiently, scanned several pages in a row, and finally found the interview published by Chang Shan in "Entertainment News". In the bottom right of ", there is a picture that has been blurred. In the picture, the "Ama Cafe" under the sun and the silhouette of Lu Bai sitting by the window are full of tranquility and literary atmosphere.

Yuan Qing's eyes widened, and he read the report from beginning to end word for word. After repeated chewing and deliberation, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the text was a little bland, and he even wanted to say something, it was irrelevant after all. , nothing was revealed, those former malice and conflicts were skillfully disappeared under the cover of words.

The moment she was about to close the newspaper, she suddenly found that there was a report below the interview that had been deliberately marked with a red pen.I saw the title says:

"The whereabouts of the rich man surnamed Li is still unknown, and the actress Hong Lili is once again caught in a dispute over production."

(End of this chapter)