A Serious Person Who Writes A Diary

Translator: Nacchi

Editor: Ajie

Debut

　　Wen Xia Wei did not expect to meet Lin Feng Qi here. When Wen Xia saw him downstairs, he felt that it was not good.

It’s weird, when did Uncle Fang meet Lin Feng Qi?

Just when he was puzzled, Lin Feng Qi had already seen him.

The two men faced each other, and the man paused and moved his gaze slightly away. Wen Xia curled his lips, turned his head, and stopped looking at him.

But he can still hear Fang Lianshu’s voice: “Mr. Ma, it’s been a long time since I saw you! You look good in spirit!”

Wen Xia quietly complained in his heart.

Mr. Ma did not bother with pleasantries, and the other party said: “Old Fang, let me introduce you, this is the chairman of Fenghang Technology, Lin Feng Qi.”

Fang Lianshu greeted warmly: “This is Mr. Lin. Oh, what a kind of talent! Having done such a big business at a young age, young people are getting better and better now!”

Wen Xia could not help but turn his head and take a look. Even in the face of such warm praise, Lin Feng Qi only nodded politely, stretched out his hand, and shook with Fang Lianshu: “Boss Fang, I’ll take the liberty to disturb you.”

“How come, I also want to thank Mr. Ma for bringing you here,” Fang Lianshu laughed, “In my age. I don’t have any other hobbies, I like to make friends!” As he said, he motioned to the waiter to bring the wine.

“Speaking of Lao Fang, President Lin is as old as Xiao Huai. Xiao Huai is also young and promising. He is a talented person-by the way, why didn’t I see him?” President Ma asked.

“This is not because he has been busy in the company recently. He will come later.” Fang Lianshu liked that others praised his son. He laughed and said to Lin Feng Qi, “Maybe Mr. Lin and my son Fang Huai can find a common topic. Young people have a lot in common. ”

Fang Huai?

Lin Feng Qi caught the name, frowned, and subconsciously raised his eyes to find Wen Xia.

Wen Xia was no longer in the place just now. He was standing at a long table with a young man, eating pastries and chatting with that person. Lin Feng Qi had the impression that he was called…Zou Boyan? If he remembers correctly, it is Wen Xia’s friend, whom he met in high school.

Lin Feng Qi quietly looked at Wen Xia’s profile.

Fang Huai, this name came out of his mouth when Wen Xia was asleep. After waking up, he didn’t even allow himself to mention more, he just asked more and he was unhappy.

When entering the door, Wen Xia was talking to Fang Lianshu, are they familiar?

So the reason Wen Xia will appear here… is it because of Fang Huai?

It turns out that they have always been in contact.

It turns out that he just looked here, not looking at him, but trying to look at the door to see if Fang Huai came?

He thought…

He thought Wen Xia was looking at him.

After thinking about it a thousand times, Lin Feng Qi felt more and more stuck in his mind as he thought about it.

At this time, Wen Xia was discussing the new theme of escape rooms with Zou Boyan. Zou Boyan’s escape room has five themed rooms. He is now preparing for the sixth one, and he is still struggling with themes.

Old Comrade Wen Shanhai said disgustingly that he had nothing to chat with young people, and went to find Zou Boyan’s parents to pass the time.

Wen Xia had just played a horror game during the live broadcast yesterday. Hearing that Zou Boyan was struggling with this, he said in passing: “Come to a horror village.”

Zou Boyan: “There have been similar ones, no.”

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a waiter holding drinks. Wen Xia groaned and stretched out his hand to take it: “Then…”

The cup didn’t touch the glass, but something warm, whose hand was it?

Wen Xia turned his head and cast a light gaze towards the master owning the hands.

If it is not Lin Feng Qi, who is it?

Wen Xia was stunned and withdrew his hand, very civilized, and politely made a “please” gesture, generously letting him go first: “I’m sorry. You take it first.”

Lin Feng Qi also retracted his hand: “You go first.”

Wen Xia said “Oh”, and took the glass of wine away without being polite with him. After he finished taking it, Lin Feng Qi went to get another cup.

On the outstretched right hand, something flashed in the light of his ring finger.

After he finished taking the wine, he didn’t stay much longer. Soon the general manager approached him with a smile, and several people walked away laughing and talking. Of course, the one joking is someone other than Lin Feng Qi.

Wen Xia took a sip of his wine slowly, and when Lin Feng Qi picked up the wine, the ring on his right ring finger flickered. Although he had only worn it once, he recognized that it was a couple of rings that he bought by the way on the road the day he took himself to the hospital.

At this moment, Fang Lianshu’s happy call came again: “Xiao Huai!” Wen Xia and Zou Boyan looked at each other, and then looked at the door.

Fang Lianshu is proud of his precious son. Before he got his driver’s license, there were about a dozen sports cars under his name. As long as he spoke, his father would just say: buy!

Wen Xia and he are both young masters who grew up in Zhongxing Pengyue, but they were not a match when they were young. Wen Xia disliked him as dull.

To tell the truth, he heard that when Fang Huai, a bragging brat, went to take over his father’s company, Wen Xia sprayed Zou Boyan’s face with water.

“Tell me honestly, is the end of the world coming?” He couldn’t believe it.

Zou Boyan was full of pain: “It’s true.”

Surprisingly, Fang Huai managed the company quite well. It’s no wonder that Comrade Old Wen gets angry.

But this can’t change Young Master Fang’s cocky and ostentatious temper. He came from the company and changed a set of exquisite and eye-catching dresses. When he entered the door, there were six people behind him, and a bunch of exaggerated flowers in his hands: “Dad, Happy birthday!”

“Mr. Fang! Happy birthday!” The four people said in unison, each holding a beautiful gift box in their hands.

The last two raised the firework tubes in their hands, “Bang”, colorful ribbons flying all over the sky.

The beat of the symphony dance music ends just at the last accent.

Wen Xia looked at this scene and his mouth twitched.

Zou Boyan: “alas.”

There was some silence in the hall. He doesn’t know if he was shocked by Fanghuai’s unique way of appearing. Only Fang Lianshu greeted him with tears in his eyes and moved: “good son!”
He pulled his son and gave a moving speech to everyone.

Fang Huai waved his hand while listening, and said modestly: “No, no.” There was a smile on his face. It was called a spring breeze, and it swelled up to the sky.

Wen Xia and Zou Boyan were both numb.

Only when Lin Feng Qi remained silent from the moment Fang Huai entered the arena. Although he is always silent.

But at this moment, he stood in place, feeling his brain trembling, his worldview was infinitely refreshed in these short minutes, and the wine glass in his hand was almost unsteady.

He couldn’t believe it and fell into prolonged aphasia from shock.

…Wen Xia, like this one?

T/N: Merry Christmas and happy new year to everyone!