Probably because the meeting had been going on for too long, Yi Zecheng had taken off the black blazer on his body, and was only wearing a white shirt, the buttons on the collar were loosened twice, and the sleeves on his arms were also rolled up.

The moment she saw him, Jiayi suddenly became nervous and began to regret not wearing better clothes.

Her ten toes were curled up on the ground, the incandescent light above her head was so bright that there seemed to be a halo of light shining on him, and she was in a trance, as if the world had stopped.

But he seemed to have forgotten her, or perhaps never did.

The moment he saw her, he frowned slightly, then turned to Jiajing and asked, "Who is she?" ”

Jiajing hugged Jiayi in his arms and introduced to Yi Zecheng: "Mr. Yi, this is my sister, Lu Jiayi." ”

"Sister?"

Yi Zecheng looked her up and down, and smiled at Jiajing, "No wonder you two look quite alike." ”

Unlike the king's style who was directing the world to rebuke Fang Xuan just now, the current Yi Zecheng had a smile on his face, and there was a soft light in his obsidian-like eyes.

From the moment she looked into his eyes, she knew that she could no longer escape.

Jiayi was stunned there for a long time, but Yi Zecheng's gaze quickly shifted from her body to the person next to her.

Jia Yi didn't remember what they said over there, she only remembered that the dim yellow light above his head hit his face, and the light was soft and even his edges and corners slowly became much softer.

Later, when he walked out, he caught a glimpse of the lunch box that Jiayi brought to Jiajing on the table.

He took two steps back, pointed to the lunch box and asked Jiajing, "......What is that?"

Jiajing looked in the direction of his finger and smiled: "Mr. Yi, that is the lunch box that my sister brought me, she is always afraid that I will not eat on time, so she will come to the company to bring me food whenever she is free." ”

"Really? It seems that you are lucky to have such a sister. ”

"yes, I think so."

As he spoke, Jiajing also smiled at Jiayi.

Jiayi was very embarrassed to stand aside.

In the adult world, kindness and praise from others are rare, especially for Lu Jiayi.

Since she was a child, she has been accustomed to others sneering at her, so in the face of other people's praise, even the praise of her own sister, especially when she is not worthy of the name, she feels even more empty-hearted.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to relieve the embarrassment but didn't know what to say, it was obviously a simple topic, but no matter how much she wanted to open her mouth to interject, she didn't seem to be able to interject anything.

Yi Zecheng suddenly said: "It's so late, the lunch box should be cold, so let's do it, my aunt is going home to rest today, and there is no one at home to cook, if you don't mind, I ask you to accompany me, a lonely man, to eat."

Dine?

It was something she couldn't even think of.

Jiayi looked up in disbelief and looked at him, his teeth were very white, especially in such a warm light, which looked even more shining.

She was a little dizzy, and she felt as if the hard floor under her had become a small boat, and she was now drifting on the vast and boundless sea, and she seemed to be dizzy.

Jiajing was different from herself, and she generously accepted his proposal.

Yi Zecheng is a man with great taste, this is how Jiajing describes him.

At that time, she was a little puzzled by the word taste, what kind of person has taste?

Later, she learned that the so-called taste was not only about using that Tiffany's male fragrance and wearing that hand-made suit.

All the more so because he took them to that restaurant.

It's not a trendy restaurant, the environment is quaint, she has never been to such a place, and she didn't expect to have such a place in the city.

Just like the old private mansion, the courtyard of the triple entrance is deep, the rockery pavilion, the heavy bamboo curtain separates the murmuring of the water, and in the depths of the heavy curtain someone is holding the pipa and singing, although she is not good at learning, but she also knows the previous sentence "still holding the pipa and half covering the face", which is just right at the moment.

The words were so graceful and tactful that she couldn't quite understand what she was singing, but she also knew that it was Cantonese opera.

This restaurant does not have many diners, and there is not a single hall full.

Jiayi thought, maybe it's getting late, or maybe it's just because it's expensive here.

Yi Zecheng looked like he came often, or rather, often with Jiajing, and after he took the menu and said a few words to the waiter in fluent Cantonese, the waiter smiled and nodded and turned to leave.

She really didn't understand what he said, but the last sentence "don't add spicy", she understood, it meant "don't add spicy".

At that time, she didn't know if he ate spicy food, but she knew that Jiajing couldn't eat spicy food since she was a child, and a little chili pepper would cause allergies.

The cuisine at this restaurant is top-notch, and even a layman like her knows that the dishes here are top-notch, and they all say that shark fin rice is the most cheesy, but this restaurant makes the most cheesy dishes so delicious and mellow.

She turned her head sideways and whispered to Jiajing, "The food here is so delicious." ”

Without waiting for Jiajing to answer, Yi Ze raised his head as if he heard it, smiled and said to her: "Yes, the food here is quite a bit of Tan family cuisine." ”

At that time, she didn't understand that the three flavors of Tan's cuisine were famous dishes of the government, but she was embarrassed to show her ignorance in front of him, so she had to bow her head and speak silently.

However, Jiajing chatted with him very happily, and the two of them looked like they were talking and laughing, not like subordinates, but more like friends, old friends.

Most of their topics are related to the company, or what kind of stock it is, she can't understand it, and she can't plug it in, so she can only bury her head.

There is incense sticks burning in the air, a very elegant and distant fragrance, the sound of water trickling outside, as if it is raining, the sound of the pipa rings again, and the people in the curtain are in the sound of rain.

After eating the last cup of bird's nest snow clams, her nervous mood gradually relaxed.

And Yi Zecheng unbuttoned several buttons on his neckline, and leaned on the chair with one hand, squinting slightly, looking comfortable and lazy.

Jiajing answered the phone and walked out, and there were only two people left on the table, her and Yi Zecheng.

With such a man alone, she didn't know what to say to him.

She lowered her head, but her eyes unconsciously glanced up.

Just look at his eyelashes drooping, as if he was concentrating on drinking tea, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if there was an invisible elf dancing on it.

She suddenly did not dare to look at him, so she took a piece of paper that was padded under her head and folded it around.

Her hands were very clumsy, and in the end only a very fat paper crane was folded, Yi Zecheng suddenly laughed, slowly put down the teacup, and said, "What are you stacking?" Ugly duckling? ”

She suddenly felt very depressed, although she was a little fat and a little ugly, but she was also a paper crane.

He took the paper crane and folded it again, and said lightly: "You folded it wrong." ”

It was the first time she had looked at his fingers so closely, they were white and jointed, and the ugly paper crane had become very beautiful after it had been folded again in his hand.

Later, he went to the bathroom, she stared at the paper crane a little distracted, she struggled for a long time, looked left and right, like a shrunken, sneaky thief, while her sister and Yi Zecheng had not come back, she secretly picked up the paper crane and hid it in her coat pocket.

In the end, it was Yi Zecheng and Jiajing who sent her back to school.

Back in the dormitory, she took the paper crane out of her coat pocket, it was already crumpled and crumpled, she flattened its wings again, tucked it in the diary, and sandwiched it with the group photo, she knew that it would be the deepest little softness in her heart, and it would shatter at the touch of it.