Chapter 1622： Entertainment agent (35)

1622 Chapter 1622

"Come in."

Yan Yan looked up and looked at Xia Ling.

Too far away, Xia Ling had a hard time seeing what Yan Yan looked like, but ...

a little complicated?

A red -1, slowly rising from the top of his head.

Don't you want to see her? How can I reduce my favorability when I meet? Xia Ling kept silent.

She didn't know that there was a kind of complaint that she likes to see, but even more so.

Why did the grievances not appear for so long.

"Sit down." Yan Yan said again.

His voice was low, as calm as a cello.

Xia Ling came in.

The door behind them closed automatically.

Such a large space, only she and him, Xia Ling was inexplicably nervous.

She walked over and sat down in the back of the sofa.

The paper bag in his hand is on the carpet.

She looked at Yan Yan, Yan Yan looked at the bar area, her eyes fell on tea and coffee, and she naturally looked at Xia Ling and asked her.

"Tea, or coffee."

Xia Ling: "Coffee, no sugar."

"Okay." Yan Yan responded, unhurriedly opened the jar of Blue Mountain coffee beans, and took out the electric grinder from the cabinet.

He is a person who loves life and hates trouble very much.

Therefore, his bar has everything, but everything is electric and can be operated with just one button.

ten minutes.

No one spoke, only the noise of the grinder was heard, and then the aroma of the coffee diffused in the brightly lit office.

The white enamel cup is like a couple cup.

The scented coffee was brought to Xia Ling by Yan Jian's slender hand.

"Thank you." Xia Ling got up and took the coffee.

The aroma of coffee mixed with the faint waterwood aroma of a man, mixed into a strange taste, as cold as the mountains, but as transparent as water.

Last time, Xia Ling bumped Yan Yan at the banquet and smelled such a perfume.

He seems to like the taste, mysterious and cold, like his people ...

Xia Ling's thoughts were a little off.

Blinking, quickly returning to her mind, the deviation was only a moment, so she sat back and pretended that nothing happened.

Yan Ming slightly ticked the corner of her lips without breaking through her.

"You missed the appointment." Then he looked at her blankly and frowned slightly. "I hate people who don't keep their promises."

Xia Ling: "Really ..."

Does Yan Yan have pride? What you obviously do n’t like, but there is a +5 favor on your head?

Yan Yan: "Yes."

Xia Ling looked over his head.

Nothing this time.

"Is there anything on my head?" Yan Yan raised an eyebrow and looked up.

On his head, there was a clean ceiling, air, and nothing, but Yan Yan was sure that from the girl's entry into the office, she looked at her head at least three or four times.

Does he have the wrong hairstyle today?

"excuse me."

Yan Zheng frowned, guessing, and was restless.

He couldn't tolerate this flaw.

"Ah? Yes, General Yan." Xia Ling was originally asked by Yan Ling, thinking about how to fool in the past, but suddenly Yan Yan didn't think about it.

She watched Yan Zheng stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Aside from the identity of the shards of Yan Yuan, Yan Yan's personality is obviously different from Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan's keenness is manifested in music and art. In life, he is a bit awkward and quiet, and is a boy who has not entered the society for a long time.

Yan Yan, experienced and keen indifferent, is a successful businessman who is very good at discerning opinions.

I reminded myself to be more careful about Yan Yan.

Two minutes later, Yan Min came out of the lounge, and he could see that his hairstyle was more upright and he had deliberately taken care of it.

Xia Ling stared at his hairstyle for a long time, originally she was a little worried.

Yan Yan's alienation seemed to be separated by a layer, and she could not find out what his attitude toward her was.

But now, an indifferent person leaves the scene, but deliberately packs his instrument for you, doesn't this explain a lot of problems?

Across the aroma of coffee, Xia Ling smelled a bit more strong men's perfume, and followed Yan Yan closer to her.

Oh ... he sprayed himself with perfume again.

"General Yan." Xia Ling smiled.

Yan Yan: "Huh?"

She relaxed, held the cup and blew, lowered her head and tasted the coffee before telling him.

"This coffee is delicious."

Yan Yan: "Well. One hundred thousand grams."

He was taking a sip of coffee, and Xia Ling listened to Yan Mao's serious talk about the price. It was like a starter showing off. Xia Ling stubbed, swallowed the coffee, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

"Yan always spends money."

"No cost, I never do business at a loss." Yan Yan ticked his lips.

The thin lips were slightly raised, with a little smile, originally Yan Yan looks very beautiful, but just a bit cold.

He smiled so suddenly that even the sun that fell on him was dazzling with warmth, handsome and charming ...

"You are Wang Ling."

"Well, it's Wang Ling." Xia Lingli remained calm.

"Very good." Yan Yan nodded.

"Huh?" Xia Ling was waiting for his follow-up, but Yan Zheng had no follow-up.

He took a cup of coffee quietly with a sip, and then his eyes fell on Xia Ling from time to time, with some inspection, but a little deep.

In this way, it is like he is using Xia Ling for coffee.

"Does Yan always have any advice?" Xia Ling was numb by his scalp and didn't like this feeling, so he smiled and took the initiative instead. "Because of some force majeure, I was promoted and too busy with work , So I forgot to return Mr. Yan's clothes. "

"I'm sorry to have troubled you. Thank you for your expensive coffee, but I still have work to do in the afternoon, so I won't be here anymore."

Xia Ling apologized, got up, bowed to Yan Yan, and then said goodbye with a smile.

Yan Yan, who was at ease, looked at her, and her face became very bad.

"It delayed me for two days. Do you want to leave so easily?"

"So ... what exactly does President Yan want?" Xia Ling dropped his eyes on Yan Zheng, still smiling, but obviously implying that Yan Zheng was looking for nothing.

She was sure that Yan Ling wore exactly the same style as the one in her paper bag.

Even if she didn't send this shirt, she would be so strong that she would be left without clothes?

Perhaps he had forgotten the clothes.

"Still the same, I don't buy and sell money. Woman, you have attracted my interest, just don't think you can leave so easily." Yan Yan stood up.

He came to Xia Ling and pinched Xia Ling's chin coldly.

"I have investigated you. You are in a bad family and need a lot of money, so I will give you money, and you, my lover during this time, know that I am bored."

"... What are you talking about?" Xia Ling looked up at Yan Yan.

She was pretty sure that Yan Zheng looked at her so condescendingly, and the expression of squinting eyes was sha, diao, mad, shi, and zu.

For a moment, she thought that she had got the screenplay of the president Xiaojiao's wife.

(End of this chapter)