Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

Following his actions, Sangzhi lowered his eyes and stared at the illuminated lock screen. She raised her head again, her lips moved, and when she wanted to say something, Duan Xia had stood upright.

The stare at her was gentle and ambiguous.

This row is full of students.

I noticed the movements here and watched involuntarily.

Most people don't know Sangzhi. Several students sitting next to each other were brought by the same mentor. They met after a few meetings.

But they are not very familiar, so they haven't seen Duan Xuan.

It seems that he just came to remind him that Duan Xuan didn't say anything else. He nodded slightly, took a step back, and turned his head back to his original position.

After he left, the classmate next to Sang Zhi gathered up again: "What's the matter? Is that handsome guy coming to hit you? This is too-"

"But it is also." The classmate's words turned sharply. "This handsome guy's temperament looks like a prodigal son who casts his net everywhere."

"..."

"And, that face, I knew it was Jiaonan at first glance." The classmate whispered twice, with a bit of admiration in the words, "I have never seen such a standard jiaonan face."

Hearing this, Sang Zhi turned to look at her with a complex look.

Classmate: "What's wrong?"

"That," Sangzhi couldn't help mentioning, "it's my boyfriend."

"..."

Silent for a few seconds, it seemed a little embarrassing. The classmate laughed twice and forcibly explained again, "I mean, he looks handsome."

Sang Zhi didn't mind too much, after all, Duan Xie really felt like that. She smiled, her voice softly: "It's okay, I'm not angry."

Classmates are curious: "How do you know each other?"

Sang Zhi responded to Duan's approval on WeChat and said, "My brother's friend."

"Well, I want to have an older brother, too," the classmate enviously said. "It's better to have a friend who looks very handsome. Give me a moon near the water tower."

They talked a few more.

Sang Zhi began to concentrate on talking with Duan Xu on WeChat.

Sangzhi: [When did you come here? 】

Duan praised: "This morning's plane. 】

Sanji: [Then how are you here? 】

Duan Jiaxu: [Listening to you to come to this awards ceremony, my previous company has also been invited, so come over for sister Jiang by the way. 】

Sang Zhi is not happy: [You told me yesterday that you were not free. 】

She was in a bad mood all day.

Duan Jiaxue: [To surprise you. 】

Duan Jiaxu: [Angry? 】

I stared at it for a while, and soon, the childish dissatisfaction was gone. Thinking of him in a suit, she licked her lips inexplicably.

Ok.

It was quite a surprise.

Sang Zhi thought for a while, and offered to ask: [Should we both sit behind? 】

Mulberry: [Available. 】

The auditorium is large and has more seats than people. The position of the front row is basically arranged. Most of the seats are company representatives and professors from other universities. The rest are not fixed.

Duan praised: [OK. 】

Seeing this, Sang Zhi packed her things and told a classmate next to her, got up and walked back, and found two side by side seats.

It didn't take long for Duan Xia to come over and sit next to her.

Sang Zhi walked in his direction, and she felt amazing after reading it several times. She could notice that the girls next to her all seemed to be on him, and she was a little upset: "Why are you still wearing a suit and going back to the airport to change?

Duan Jiaxu reached out to hold her and squeezed the meat on her hand twice: "Um."

Sang Zhi didn't hold back, grunted, "My classmate said you have a scumbag face."

Duan Xiaoxun gestured and looked up: "What?"

"Say you are," Sangzhi stared at him, with a hint of condemnation, "a rare occasion in a century, extremely standard, scumbag face."

"What is the face of Jangan?"

"I don't know." Relying on this remark, the classmate said, Sangzhi was a little brazen, "It's just like you."

Duan Jiaxu's eyelids moved.

Without waiting for him to speak again, Sangzhi was a little bit bombarded, suddenly holding his face and saying, "Can you not always discharge to others?"

"..." Duan Jiaxu stunned, feeling ridiculous and speechless, "I always discharge to others?"

Sang Zhi held his head and moved down, trying to make him cover his face with his body, avoiding the eyes cast in all directions: "It was originally, you just sit like this."

After thinking about it, she said with a grimace, "Can you wear a mask in the future?"

Staring at her appearance, Duan Xuan reacted, and the corners of her lips bent.

"Little vinegar bag."

Sang Zhi drummed his cheeks without denying it. She glanced, and noticed suddenly that the tie on his neck was the one she sent. The suffocation just barely dissipated.

Sang Zhi started the conversation: "When are you going back to Nanwu?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Oh."

"I will come again during the Qingming period," Duan Jiaxu said. "Sweep my mother's grave, will you come with me then?"

Sangzhi nodded: "Okay."

Duan Jiaxu leaned on the back of his chair, tilted his head, and looked at her lazily. Before long, he opened his mouth again and said casually: "Come here."

Sangzhi asked in doubt: "Why."

"The tie is loose," Duan Jiaxu said, "help me hit again."

Sang Zhi stunned: "But I won't."

Duan Jiaxu: "Just push up."

"..."

You are not lost.

Sang Zhi did not say this, obediently reached out and grabbed his tie, and clumsily pushed up as he said. The next moment, Duan Jiaxu suddenly held her wrist and pulled forward.

As if driven by this force.

He also leaned forward, kissing her lips accurately.

One touch away.

"..."

For a brief moment.

Sang Zhi hadn't reacted to what had happened. Duan Jiaxu sat up straight, tied his tie slowly, and said, "Frighten my brother."

Mulberry: "?"

"Just want to kiss directly," Duan Jiaxu kissed the corner of her lips affectionately, and Dang Erlang said, "You don't need to do such a small gesture."

"..."

The expression of multitude was inexplicable.

This man is really the one she has seen in her life.

The most shameless dog man.

Sang Zhi tolerated it, pulled his hand expressionlessly, and rushed over to help him adjust his tie, stiffly: "You are crooked."

Duan Jiaxu lowered her eyes, smiled suddenly, and called her: "Child."

"Why."

"I miss you."

Sang Zhi looked up and whispered: "Oh."

Duan Jiax raised an eyebrow: "Just one‘ oh ’?”

"Oh, I said," Sang Zhi helped him to get rid of his suit and explained it in a serious way. "It means 'me too.'"

Duan Jiaxu laughed: "OK."

No awards turn for a long time, Sang Zhi looked down at the phone, asked boringly: "Are you going to speak in a while? It seems that three minutes are prepared for each company."

Duan Jiaxu: "Yes."

Sang Zhi was interested: "So what do you want to say?"

Duan Jiaxu spoke again.

The content is nothing more than the company's situation, Sang Zhi did not ask more, but because of expectations, I feel that time seems to be passing a lot faster.

Soon it was the turn.

Duan Jiaxu got up and glanced at her sideways: "I'll be back soon."

Sang Zhi was going to take a photo. It was a little far from the stage. She simply changed her position.

After waiting for a while, it was finally Duan Xu's turn to speak. He stood under the bright lamp and stood out among the crowd.

Sang Zhi opened the video.

Duan Jiaxu took the microphone in the host's hands, and looked more serious than usual. He opened his mouth, slowly speaking about the company's current situation, serious and focused, concise.

The person in front was a little tall and blocked the childish sight. She was also afraid of the people behind her, so she could only raise her phone a little bit, making her a bit laborious.

Two minutes passed.

Duan Jiaxu ended a paragraph, suddenly turned around, walked for a few meters to stop. Noting the host's somewhat blank expression, he smiled slightly and explained gently: "Sorry, my girlfriend is filming me."

"..."

"She just didn't shoot well at that position."