Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

Yu Zeyu couldn't tell for a moment whether she was really hurt or just pretending. The deliberate alienation between his eyebrows faded a little, and he didn't say anything else.

Seeing that Yu Zeyu didn't continue talking, Wen Shiyun simply quieted down and stood quietly beside the man. Only the refreshing scent of the faint gardenia on her body drifted restlessly into his nostrils. It was such a soft and non-aggressive fragrance, but it messed up his entire mind and thoughts.

【Xinhuo Park Station is here】

Hearing the announcement of the arrival at the station, Wen Shiyun came back to her senses and broke the silence between the two of them.

"I'm here, class monitor. I hope we can keep in touch someday. After all, I don't have many friends in school. We haven't been in touch much since graduation."

The corners of her lips curved up, and the smile on her lips was sincere and clear, which could easily make people feel more favorable towards her. "If possible, I really hope to contact you more often."

Words that would appear very official when expressed in writing are inexplicably sincere and convincing on her part, as if it is her own charm, making people feel that every word she says is from her heart, and people can see at a glance her sensitive and soft heart, which is real and honest.

Yu Zeyu's brows softened a little, and he murmured "hmm". After seeing the woman get off the car, he got out of the car as well.

He hadn't had much contact with Wen Shiyun before, but he couldn't associate her with the materialistic and snobbish woman in the rumors with such a sincere smile and clear eyes.

Was it rumors or was she just pretending to be too nice, but before he knew it, he had formed his own impression of her.

Yu Zeyu didn't tell Wen Shiyun that he was also getting off at this stop. He just walked slowly behind her and found that the woman seemed to be going to the same place as him.

It was not until he saw the woman walk into Xinhuo Media that he raised his eyebrows slightly and stepped in.

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Wen Shiyun followed the receptionist to a conference room. The receptionist perfunctorily brought in a cup of coffee and then ignored her again, as if they had forgotten about her visit.

Wen Shiyun watched the hot coffee on the table turn from steaming hot to ice cold. She started to pout from her originally upright and well-behaved posture and lay down on the table without caring about her image. She looked extremely aggrieved. Later, she couldn't act anymore and simply lay down on the table as if she was crying out of grievance.

After performing this act, she simply relaxed, half closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

About an hour or so,

She rubbed her dazed and sore eyes until they turned red, then she wandered back to the front desk to ask.

The eyes that were rubbed were a little misty and red, with a little more innocent feeling.

"Miss at the front desk, I'd like to ask, has the person who is interviewing me arrived?"

She caught a glimpse of a familiar tall figure from the corner of her eye. Her eyes flickered slightly as she continued to speak, stretching out her fingers to count the time she had been waiting inside.

"I arrived at two o'clock. I've been waiting inside for more than two hours, sister." Wen Shiyun grumbled, "If I don't have the interview soon, I'll go home for dinner."

She looked timid and delicate. The person standing not far away paused and stood still.

The woman sitting at the front desk seemed oblivious to what was said. She was still looking at her phone and watching videos, looking quite relaxed.

After she asked again, he slowly spoke.

"Sorry, we didn't receive the notification for your interview. Please reply."

There wasn't a hint of politeness in his words, nor was there any apology for making her wait inside for more than two hours.

The playful meaning was obvious. Wen Shiyun pursed her lips and tilted her head to glance at her. She didn't seem to notice the woman's teasing and impoliteness towards her. She took out her phone seriously and

"Ah! Then I'll go ask Yuzhi. She clearly asked me to come over at 2 o'clock this afternoon."

His tone was so sincere that it seemed as if he couldn't hear any hint of playfulness or contempt in the woman's words.

When the woman at the front desk heard the name she said, her eyes flickered, and her words became even more impatient and rude.

"I've told you everything, don't you understand? There's no interview, please leave!"

Wen Shiyun had never been spoken to in such a sharp and impolite manner before. She was a little dazed for a moment. She put down the hand that was about to type a message and stood there with her fingers slightly curled up, looking a little uneasy and hesitant.

Just as the woman at the front desk was about to chase people away, Wen Shiyun was suddenly blocked in front of her by a tall and slender figure.

Wen Shiyun looked up and her eyes met the man's dark and deep eyes. Compared with him on the bus... there was less sense of distance between them.

Realizing that Yu Zeyu seemed to be suppressing some displeasure, Wen Shiyun followed the man's force and stood obediently behind him, while her other hand subconsciously pulled the hem of the man's black shirt again.

The tiny but not negligible force made his heart soften for a moment, and then he looked at the receptionist who was sitting lazily and sloppily, and scolded him coldly,

"Is the receptionist at Xinhuo Media so arrogant now? They made a person who came for an interview wait aimlessly without confirmation, and then kicked them out after the wait? Have they confirmed the process? Have they provided the service attitude that the front desk should have?"

The deep voice contained a harsh rebuke, as if seeking justice for her.

No, it doesn’t seem like that. The man was just seeking justice for her.

She subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the man, the corners of her lips curved upwards, her eyes brightened a little, and she stood obediently behind him, her warm and cool fingertips carefully holding the man's hand, one black and one white, the colors distinct and intertwined, inexplicably harmonious.

The woman at the front desk was intimidated by his somewhat low tone and tall stature for a moment, then she straightened up again and retorted to the man,

"Who are you? What right do you have to say that to me?"

Wen Shiyun shrank slightly, as if she was a little scared. She subconsciously tried to withdraw her hand, but the man tightened it a little. Yu Zeyu's lips were straight, and he ignored her. With his other hand, he dialed a phone.

"There's a group broadcast interview here. Come over and interview him in person. And the receptionist here, fire them all."

After he finished speaking, he didn't give the woman opposite him a chance to speak, and pulled Wen Shiyun to the other office.

Wen Shiyun followed in small steps behind him, biting her lower lip, without struggling, and keeping up with the man's pace with some difficulty.

As if he noticed that she was struggling, the man quickly slowed down his pace after walking for a while.

Wen Shiyun calmed her breath and spoke softly, "Yu Zeyu, thank you for what you did just now."

The woman's soft voice called his name, and it sounded strangely... pleasant. At least, it was much more pleasant than the squad leader's.

Yu Zeyu paused slightly, and this thought flashed through his mind.