Chapter 294

The taste of hangover soup made by Han Xiaoye is really... Complex and indescribable. It should have been hot and sour soup, which added more brown sugar, just squeezed into a sweet taste. It's sour, spicy and sweet. It's dark food. Fu Zhiyan frowned and drank the whole bowl of dark food. Now it's not just a drunken headache, but also a protest of stomach tightening.

"How's it going? Do you feel better? " Han Xiaoye looked at him.

In the throat also has the brown sugar sticky feeling, Fu Zhiyan relaxed the next eyebrow, "en."

He took another glass of water to drink, and then pressed down the complex taste in his stomach. The first to go to bed, "it's very late, go to bed."

Han Xiaoye see that he is not comfortable, sensible did not make him, light handed to get up with the head of calculus, sitting in front of his desk looking.

When the doze hit, it was already two o'clock in the morning, she stretched out, eyelid fight climbed on the bed, automatically into the man's warm embrace.

……

The entrance examination of a university is on Friday.

Early on Friday morning, Han Xiaoye got up. After breakfast, Fu Zhiyan refused to see her off and took a ride to a university.

As a more powerful university than Ruida, a university is not only one of the best in China, but also very high in foreign universities. So that every year to apply for a big people like crucian carp across the river, must pass the army of the single wooden bridge to be admitted. Han Xiaoye doesn't know how Fu Zhiyan adjusted her student status from C major to a major, but it's not easy to know with her toes.

She didn't want to disappoint him.

So we must be admitted.

The classroom for the exam is at 5-5-402, the fourth teaching building in B District. Han Xiaoye has been looking for it for a long time, but he hasn't found it.

Seeing that the good time was coming, she was a little impatient and caught a boy walking by, "that, hello. Do you know where the fourth teaching building in area B is? "

wrist The latest way to pick up a conversation? "

"What?"

The boy seemed very upset. He took out a pen from his shoulder bag, pulled Han Xiaoye's wrist, rudely rolled up her sleeve, and wrote down a series of numbers. "For the sake of your understanding of my preference, my phone number.". Next Monday to Thursday is full. I'll play on Saturday and rest on Sunday. If you offer me, please send me a message in advance. "

"Remember, it's texting. I don't like answering the phone. Don't call me. Appointment

not bad

With that, he straightened up and walked away.

Actually... Left?!

"Are you crazy?" Han Xiaoye mercilessly wiped the phone number on the next arm, and found that Ya's pen was oily. It was very hard to wipe it. She rubbed her arms red, and then she rubbed off half of them. She was so angry that she wanted to find the egomaniac just now and kick him on the head!

I met a psycho in the middle of the way, which made her a little nervous and even more nervous. Fortunately, she was lucky and asked a girl again. The man led her to the classroom for the exam.

After two hours, her back was wet with sweat. When you walk out of a big, your steps are still floating. But her mood can't help flying, because she - Test! Yes! It's over!

She was the only one in the whole exam, and her three subjects were on the same paper, so she finished the exam on the spot and calculated the score on the spot. With a total score of 300 points, she got 241 in the exam, which is really extraordinary.

She was admitted to a big, the good news Han Xiaoye immediately with Fu Zhiyan share. So she took a taxi and went straight to YG group.

YG group is much bigger than CT entertainment.

When she arrived downstairs, she immediately took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Zhiyan.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, no one came down.

She couldn't help picking up her cell phone and sending several more messages. The last one also used the expression of a crying cartoon Snoopy lying on her side. She looked cute and embarrassed.

……

In the conference room on the 48th floor.

The vice president of Fengqi is introducing their latest cooperation plan with the app, "the land in the east of the city, Fengqi plans to build into the third largest shopping mall in the city, and our brand partners are also very interested. Chengdong is the newly rising consumer area, and its consumption power can not be underestimated. I think the future prospect of our shopping mall is.... "

"Ding Ding."

The quiet conference room rang with a mobile phone.

Lin Shu hesitated for a moment and continued, "I think the future of our shopping mall is promising. data The above shows that 23% of the young people think that the shopping street is too far from the living area, and 54% of the middle-aged people go out to spend once a week. data We can start from the shopping mall, multi-directional development, and then develop a mature shopping street. With the strength of YG and Fengqi, I believe... "

"Ding Ding."

The phone just rang again.

Lin Shuwan was not happy. She stopped and looked at the source of the sound. At this, she was stunned.

Fu Zhiyan?

How can it be that Fu Zhiyan's mobile phone is ringing?

Isn't he the most disgusted with the interruption of personal information during working hours, so he usually turns off his mobile phone directly in meetings?

Not only she but also YG's shareholders.

Instead, the owner of the mobile phone coldly eyebrows, in the people's gaze, expressionless picked up the mobile phone on the table. Looking at the message received on the mobile phone, thin lip for the first time hooked up, waved and said something in the Secretary's ear. When the secretary went out, he put down his cell phone, restored Gao Leng's wise appearance, and calmly said, "please continue."

He spoke, and the others pretended to be unimpressed, as if they had not been interrupted. Lin Shuwan has sorted out the information and is preparing to start over. I heard two familiar phone messages ringing again.

Now she can't even pretend to be deaf. She hesitates and says, "Mr. Fu..."

Fu Zhiyan frowned, picked up his cell phone, pressed the power off key, and raised his head again, "OK, go on."

Lin Shuwan continued with his unfinished plan.

The conference room was quiet again