The young man roughly wiped his slightly damp hair, and his clean, slender hand grabbed two handfuls at random on his head.

Yan Yu, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, has itchy hands and wants to help him take care of his hairstyle.

As handsome and compelling, an image is the first.

Being so sloppy is simply a huge waste of this face!

Industrialist Yan Yu, what he hates most is waste.

A waste of money is a waste, and a waste of beauty is also a waste!

All! Can! Shame!

"It's still a little wet, I'll help you." Yan Yu grinned and took the towel from the young man's hand.

Yan Yu, who succeeded, almost couldn't suppress the flood in his heart, and wanted to crumple the young man into a ball like a stuffed dog.

Yan Yu took a deep breath, and after calming down, he carefully and gently wiped the young man's hair.

Halfway through, Yan Yu asked again, "By the way, what do you call it?" ”

"Just call me Xiaoyan." The young man smiled very cutely.

Yan Yu combed Xiao Yan's hair with his fingers.

He's a maintenance-minded guy and knows that the rain that passes through the layers of smog can cause nasty damage to his hair.

Fortunately, the rain outside is not heavy, go back and apply a touch of conditioner, apply a hair mask, and spray some nutrients, Xiaoyan's hair can still be light and elegant.

Xiao Yan's kennel-like hair was finally smoothed out.

Yan Yu smiled with satisfaction at his work.

Xiao Yan stared at the neckline that Yan Yu buttoned to the top button, with the Adam's apple with just the right curvature, and then the neatly groomed chin......

What a delicious old man.

Xiao Yan secretly swallowed his saliva.

Yan Yu thought that Xiao Yan was nervous about the interview, so he sat down opposite him, and his voice was full of fatherly thoughtfulness, "Xiao Yan, relax a little, let's talk casually." ”

"Uh-huh." Xiao Yan smiled sweetly again.

Yan Yu suddenly deducted a point from Xiao Yan in his heart: This kid is stupid, it's good to be a friend, but it's good to be his assistant......

"So, let's tell us a little bit about yourself." Yan Yu tried to make himself sound as amiable as possible.

Xiao Yan said sweetly "um" again, "My name is Lan Weiyan, the blue of the blue sky and white clouds, the weft of the sky and the earth, wonderful words." ”

Yan Yu's expression became complicated, and he silently deducted another point: the name "appendicitis...... Unlucky.

"What's your major?" Yan Yu asked again.

"Excavators." Lan Weiyan was expressionless, "I graduated from Lan Xiang, and the certificates are still at home." ”

Yan Yu laughed out loud.

He was angry and laughing, and he wanted to cry a little, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Such an excavator immortal, Yan Yu, a small sex advertising company, can't accommodate it.

"Hey, Brother Xiao Yan, don't take it seriously. I'm kidding. Lan Weiyan blinked his innocent eyes, "I'm a sociology major at University C in Country B, and I'm a sophomore this year." ”

Tsk, I'm still a top student from an international famous school!

Yan Yu was suddenly in awe, and felt puzzled, "Your spring break is over, right?" Why is it still in the country? ”

Lan Weiyan's eyes darkened, and he was silent for a moment, "I dropped out of school." ”

"Dropped out?" Yan Yu stared at the handsome young man in front of him, and sighed.

In this era, there are already a lot of cheap laborers with high academic qualifications, and there are no academic qualifications......

Yan Yu tapped his fingers on the exquisitely textured wooden table twice, and smiled warmly, ready to reject this lovely little friend.

"Brother Xiao Yan," Lan Weiyan blinked, looking pitiful, "I gave up my foreign higher education for you, you can't drive me away." Boom. ”

Yan Yu's rating of this interviewer was deducted to a negative value in an instant.

It's actually "duh......

It's just a scum of the boundary.