The waiter took them back the way they came, the elevator slowly descended, and Wen Yang leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, holding the fence in the elevator with both hands. He took a deep breath and exhaled, the residual smell of alcohol in his mouth making him nauseous, and an expression of discomfort appeared on his face.

Seeing Wen Yang like this, Deng Qing hurriedly took out the medicine box from his bag and brought the mineral water he had just taken to his side, and said tentatively: "Boss, JESSIE gave me stomach medicine and sobering medicine, can you take one?" Deng Qing wanted to say more than this, she wanted to thank him for drinking that glass of wine for her, otherwise she would be poured into standing unsteadily.

Wen Yang slowly opened his eyes, he looked at Deng Qinghong's red face, obviously she hadn't drunk a drop of wine, why was her face redder than him? He felt funny, and naturally there was a smile on his face, Deng Qing looked at him puzzled, and took a step back. Wen Yang took the medicine from her hand, and the moment the medicine box was opened, there was a "click" sound, which was no different from the sound of opening the medicine box after participating in the drinking party in the past. After the click of the pillbox, the elevator made a "ding-dong" sound, and they reached the first floor. Wen Yang returned the medicine box to Deng Qing and took away the water in her hand, drinking mineral water at room temperature in winter nights was also cold, but his stomach had already adapted to it, and there was nothing uncomfortable.

The car was waiting for them at the door, probably because of the drink, Wen Yang's pace was not fast. But Deng Qing still followed behind him, not daring to take a step, but the words in her heart prompted her to step forward and express her gratitude. Deng Qing was entangled in how she said those words, and if she said it too much, it was a little flattering, and if she didn't say it, it seemed that she didn't understand social etiquette. Although she believed that the glass of wine at the banquet was a competition between Wen Yang and Zhou Feng, she could see the undercurrent surging in it, and her cup was not so much Zhou Feng pouring wine as making things difficult for Wen Yang.

When they walked out of the revolving glass door and Wen Yang's hand touched the car door, Deng Qing finally mustered up the courage to shout: "Mr. Wen, thank you very much today." Wen Yang turned around inexplicably, looked at her and said, "Thank me for what?"

Deng Qing avoided his gaze and said, "Thank you for helping me block the wine." “

After a few seconds, Wen Yang laughed and turned to get into the car, Deng Qing hurriedly went around to the passenger seat, and as soon as he opened the door, he heard Wen Yang say, "You come to the back." Deng Qing and Uncle Chen were stunned at the same time, the two glanced at each other and then staggered their eyes, Deng Qing hurriedly hummed, closed the car door and sat down in the back seat.

The car started, Wen Yang glanced at his watch and said, "Half past nine, can you go back?"

These words were so familiar with the sentence structure, Deng Qing's mind was booming, and his thoughts didn't know where to go. She nodded as if her chick was pecking rice, and moved a little towards the door, her hand stirring the strap on her purse restlessly. Wen Yang didn't speak, and only said after a while: "You don't actually have to thank me, your glass of wine was intentional by Zhou Feng, they want to pour you wine, and they are also watching my reaction." Deng Qing naturally knew that she hummed softly, but Wen Yang was a little surprised, and turned his head to glance at her.

"I should thank you anyway, though, right? Deng Qing's tone was uncertain, in her heart, Wen Yang's temper was really strange.

Wen Yang didn't answer, he turned his head to look at the colorful street scene outside the window, rolled down the window of the car through a gap, and the cold wind seeped out of the gap, blowing away the heating and the strong smell of alcohol in the car. The solemnity on Wen Yang's face gradually melted, he took a deep breath again, leaned back against the back seat and closed his eyes, and said, "You just graduated, there are many things to get through by yourself, and others help you both good and bad." ”

Deng Qing didn't expect him to suddenly say these life truths to himself, but he was stunned and a little moved in his heart, and replied in a much softer tone: "I know, I am also studying hard and trying to do my job as well as possible." ”

"But sometimes you don't have to be too uncomfortable, you can get rid of the wrong people and things, but you can have a broader vision. After Wen Yang finished speaking, he looked at Deng Qing, his eyes were deep, like an unfathomable black hole, grabbing Deng Qing's mind in an instant and devouring it.

Deng Qing thought carefully about Wen Yang's words, and there was a feeling that he seemed to know a lot of things, and she naturally thought of the package of paper on the top floor, the person who stood on the top floor and saw her embarrassed appearance, could it be Wen Yang? Deng Qing instantly felt a sense of shame that she was naked and had no privacy in front of Wen Yang, but she was very grateful to him. For a long period of confusion, she always wanted an older person to give her some life advice, but she didn't expect it to be her boss.

Deng Qing laughed when he thought of this, Wen Yang opened his eyes and asked her, "What are you laughing at?" His tone did not carry the slightest malice, just a simple inquiry, Deng Qing was naturally a little bolder, and replied to her: "I just want boss, you are young, and you speak like an old man." ”

"Then you think I'm old?"

"No, no. Deng Qing hurriedly waved his hand, and then said: "I just think it's quite philosophical, 'another village', you really can't think too pessimistic about life." ”

Wen Yang was amused by her words, but he didn't answer, he was really tired, he had to get up early tomorrow to go to Xi'an, and saying a word more made him feel tired. Deng Qing was slightly embarrassed when he saw that he didn't speak again, turned his head to look out the window, and found that the street scene was becoming more and more familiar, and it turned out that they had arrived at the Plaza of Nations.

The car drove along Bihu Lake, turning through the hustle and bustle of the city and entering a quiet street, Deng Qing never knew that there was a quiet place in such a prosperous area of Jiang City, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. The car swam like a fish into a lake, all the way unimpeded, and finally stopped in front of a building, and there were two guards standing outside the door, but the place was mysterious.

"Mr. Wen, it's here. Uncle Chen said softly, Wen Yang closed his eyes and stretched his body, stood up from the back seat, moved his neck and said, "Uncle Chen, please send her back to school, I'll go up first." ”

Uncle Chen nodded, Wen Yang got out of the car and was about to close the car door, Deng Qing shouted sideways: "Boss, thank you." Wen Yang looked down at her and grinned, two small dimples floated out, with a kind of teenage cuteness.

The car left the building, Deng Qing turned around and looked at Wen Yang from the back window into the iron door, the light of the street lamp stretched his shadow very long, and when his figure disappeared behind the door, the shadow disappeared suddenly. Deng Qing turned her body right, she thought that Wen Yang was actually a good boss, and it was indeed what Yang Meng and the others said.

"Where is Miss Deng's school?" asked Uncle Chen.

Deng Qing reacted at this time, and hurriedly said: "On the other side of Baizhi Lake, do you know about Yijiang University?"

"Of course I know, my son is from Yijiang University as an undergraduate, and he is still your senior. ”

"Really, Uncle Chen, where is your son working now?" Deng Qing was suddenly interested.

"He hasn't graduated yet, and now he's studying abroad for graduate school and graduating next year. Uncle Chen said proudly.

"Then your son must be very good, unlike me, whether it is studying or working, he doesn't seem to be very good. ”

"Miss Deng, don't think like this, Yijiang University is a very good school, and if you can be admitted to such a good school, it means that you are already very good. Uncle Chen was relieved, Deng Qing laughed, and said lightly: "I think for me, reading is a very simple thing. The more questions you do, the more you understand the content in the books, and the better your test results will be. However, I don't know why, but I always feel that this is not the case after graduation. ”

Uncle Chen didn't speak, and asked after a while, "Has Miss Deng thought about what she wants to do in the future?"

"Huh?" Deng Qing suspected that he had misheard, so he said, "I have already done an internship, and I will look for a job in the future." ”

"Having a job after graduating from college is something that most people do, but it's also important to find something you are good at and enjoy. ”

Deng Qing thought for a moment and then said, "I don't know, it seems that I don't have any special skills and nothing I really want to do." I always feel like I can't do this, but I don't know what to do. ”

"Take your time, I don't think the current social atmosphere is very good, and you young people who don't have a car or a house before the age of 30 is a big failure. In my experience, most people settle down in their thirties and find their own direction. Speaking of this, Uncle Chen paused for a moment, and then said: "So a young and promising person like Mr. Wen is indeed very valuable." His praise was beyond words, and Deng Qing smiled slightly, admiring Wen Yang more and more.

"Miss Deng, you are also very special. Mr. Wen's assistants, Miss Guan and Miss Yang always sit in the front row, and only you sit in the back row. And it's the first time I've seen him teach people these big truths, and in the past, although the tone was good, it was all businesslike. ”

After Uncle Chen finished speaking, Deng Qing let out a "chuckle" in her heart, did she turn out to be such a special existence? The fantasy in her mind began again, but the injury she had suffered immediately punctured the pink illusion in her heart. Without love for no reason, she can no longer foolishly fall into her own trap and yearn for so-called sweetness. Deng Qing didn't answer Uncle Chen's words, she didn't dare and thought that she couldn't be a "special" person in Wen Yang's eyes, she knew the difference between herself and Wen Yang, they were not the same kind of people, let alone people in a circle.

When Deng Qing returned to the dormitory, everyone didn't sleep, she hurriedly removed her makeup and took a shower, and the moment she lay on the bed, her whole body finally relaxed, and fatigue hit her like a tide, making her feel more and more heavy. Before she knew it, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Wen Yang took her hand, and they sat down to eat in a fancy restaurant, with a violinist playing on the side, and a bouquet of bright roses, the color of fire, was placed on the table. The two of them were talking in a rambling manner, Wen Yang's face shook in front of her eyes, and he called her name with a smile: "Deng Qing, Deng Qing." The sound made her feel extremely wonderful.

Suddenly Ning Weiyu appeared, he made Deng Qing uncomfortable and wanted to pull her away. Deng Qing was unwilling, she didn't want to leave Wen Yang, Wen Yang pulled her over and hid her behind him. The two men fought, and Wen Yang pressed Ning Weiyu to the ground and beat him hard.

"Hit him, hit well, hit. Deng Qing shouted on the side, Ning Weiyu was beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, and his face became more and more hateful.

"Deng Qing, Deng Qing, Deng Qing. One after another, Deng Qing woke up, and Li Xue was lying at the end of the bed scratching her quilt.

"Why are you talking in a dream?" Li Xue jumped down the ladder, Deng Qing rubbed her eyes, the scene in the dream was so real that she thought it was real.

"Why do you get up so early, it's not even half past six? ”

"It's still early? It's seven o'clock. ”

"Seven o'clock!?" Deng Qing shouted, flipped through his phone and glanced at it, and it was indeed seven o'clock on the screen.