In the hospital, a tall, straight, and cold man stood quietly in the elevator.

Next to him, there was also an apparently assistant who was reporting to work.

"Excuse me, please wait a minute—"

The elevator door was about to close, and suddenly a not-so-beautiful hand came out of the door, and then a woman in a loose floral dress walked in.

Chen An pursed his lips and stood inside for a while, without saying much.

It's just a pair of eyes, always staring at Su Yan vigilantly, as if she is some kind of flood beast.

They pressed the -1st floor, Su Yan raised his hand and pressed 1, and stood quietly with his eyes down.

I didn't care about the strange stare from behind me.

At this moment, the elevator flickered, and Su Yan recovered from a serious illness, and his body was already weak. The darkness in front of him fell directly to the back, and at the same time the stomach twitched.

"Be careful."

The man's palm was hot, and through the thin fabric, it was passed to her.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, you can't stand still—you—"

"Chen An."

The cold and elegant voice sounded faintly, and the tone was not hurried or slow, but with a strong sense of oppression.

The little man immediately shut up.

"Thank you."

Su Yan didn't want to say more, quickly held on to the handrail next to him and stood firmly, and nodded lightly in thanks.

It can be said that in addition to Chen An's bad attitude, the attitude of the two parties is more polite and detached than the other.

Chen An pursed his lips, touched his nose and did not speak.

After Su Yan left, he said indignantly: "Brother! Do you know who the woman was just now? I thought she was going to touch porcelain, she was confused, if you dare to touch porcelain, see if I don't kill her! ”

"Who?"

The thin eyelids of the man wearing the mask lifted a corner slightly, and his expression was indifferent.

Fortunately, there was a little more reaction.

"Su Yan! Just two years ago, the protagonist of the Y door photo. Tsk, the private life is very promiscuous, and it makes people look at it without eyes! ”

Chen An chattered endlessly, but unfortunately the listener's expression was indifferent, neither surprised nor disgusted.

It's just that after Chen An finished speaking, he suddenly spoke, "Chen An, how long have you been with me?" ”

"Huh? What, what? Chen An was a little surprised, and didn't understand why Xie Fei suddenly asked this, "Soon, almost five years." ”

He replied obediently.

Oh, five years.

Xie Fei stepped out of the elevator and dropped a sentence in a faint voice, "There is no next time." ”

Chen An was stunned for a second, and soon his expression turned pale and he came back to his senses.

Yes, Xie Fei hates people chewing his tongue behind his back, he is always so indifferent to everything, and he doesn't have a deep relationship with the female artists in the circle.

This kind of Xie Fei, in addition to being clean, is actually a very gentle and kind person.

"Woo woo, brother, I was wrong! I don't dare to look down on people anymore, you spare me this time!! ”

After figuring everything out, Chen An rushed out, eager to hug Xie Fei's thigh and beg for mercy.

"Don't take it as an example."

Xie Fei got into the car and slowly took off his mask.

His facial features are deep and gentle. It is like God's most elaborate masterpiece, with a bit of European blood.

"Yes, yes, I know! I'll definitely remember! ”

Where did Chen An dare to talk nonsense, and hurriedly agreed.

Because he knew that with Xie Fei's unmistakable character, if he was still obsessed, the result would really be expulsion.

Xie Fei is the most worry-free and generous artist he has ever worked with, and Chen An doesn't want to be fired for this little thing!

"Let's go."