Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

"You guys eat, I'm not hungry." Wen Yuan waved his hand without even looking at the takeaway.

Shao Youwei looked at the takeaway in his hand with embarrassment. He and his secretary had been eating this brand of takeaway for three consecutive days.

The takeaway cost nearly a thousand yuan, and after one bite, dozens of yuan were gone.

The luxury of the rich left Shao Youwei speechless for a long time.

However, the secretary seemed to be used to it. After all, she had been with Wen Yuan for two years and had the privilege of enjoying private jets and seven-star hotels.

The secretary sincerely hopes that Xingyuan Media can provide for her retirement. As long as the boss does not fire her, she will never change jobs in her life.

Wen Yuan gave the takeaway to her secretary while she prepared to go to a restaurant near the company building.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the parking lot, I saw Gao Yan’s Jaguar.

Gao Yan got out of the car, took a few steps with his long legs, and came to Wen Yuan: "Have you had lunch?"

Wen Yuan originally thought that the takeaway was delivered by a runner, but he didn't expect Gao Yan to be the "runner".

When Gao Yan approached, a gust of wind happened to blow, and the scent of ambergris mixed with milk entered his nostrils.

This milky scent is a bit familiar, as if I have smelled it somewhere before.

"I have a dinner party." Wen Yuan lied.

"Well, drink less." Gao Yan didn't mention the takeaway. He understood Wen Yuan's "white lie".

Before Wen Yuan could reply, the secretary chased after him.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen!"

When the secretary arrived nearby, he discovered Gao Yan standing behind Wen Yuan.

"Huh? Aren't you Gao Yan, who interviewed for the general assistant position?"

The secretary had met all the job applicants who entered the interview stage, and she was most impressed by Gao Yan.

From a professional perspective, his resume is brilliant and perfect, and a general assistant position is somewhat a waste of his talent.

From the perspective of appearance, Gao Yan's face is even more dazzling than his resume, the kind that you will never forget after just one look at it.

"Hello." Gao Yan slightly pressed the corners of his mouth, his voice full of magnetism.

"Hello, hello." The secretary smiled at him.

Wen Yuan turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

The secretary came back to his senses from Gao Yan's godlike appearance: "Oh, you forgot your phone."

The secretary handed over the phone.

Wen Yuan took the phone and said to Gao Yan, "I have something to do. I'm leaving first."

"Yeah." Gao Yan nodded and watched her leave.

He seemed to be just there to deliver lunch and had no intention of continuing to pester me.

The secretary was a sharp person. In just a few seconds, he smelled something unusual between his boss and Gao Yan.

The two of them must have known each other before!

"Mr. Gao, where are you working now?" the secretary asked.

When Gao Yan was interviewing for the position of general assistant of Xingyuan Media, he was directly rejected by Wen Yuan. Now looking at his outfit and the million-dollar sports car behind him, the secretary guessed that he probably has his own career.

"Unemployed vagrant." Gao Yan said these four words openly, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"Ah? Impossible." The secretary certainly didn't believe it. Gao Yan didn't look like a rich second-generation who was idle. At least he looked much more upright and noble than Ji Mingyi, the second son of the Ji family.

Gao Yan knew she didn't believe him, so he explained with a smile, "I usually make a living by selling off my ancestral property, so I need Mr. Wen's help. Otherwise, once all my ancestral property is sold out, I'll be left on the streets."

The secretary clicked his tongue.

She has seen too many low-key rich people. The ancestral inheritance they talk about is not what ordinary people call a few houses and shops. The small items they casually hang on their bodies may be worth a house.

"So, can I still fight for the position of General Assistant to President Wen?" Gao Yan asked sincerely.

"Sorry, someone has already been chosen." said the secretary embarrassedly.

"Oh? Is there anyone more suitable than me?"

The secretary was confused by Gao Yan's gentle voice. She nodded reluctantly: "Assistant Shao is very professional."

The main reason is that he looks safe and won't disturb the hearts of the female colleagues in the company.

"That's good."

Wen Yuan needs a capable assistant. Although Gao Yan thinks he is the best candidate, he is helpless because Wen Yuan is unwilling.

Gao Yan looked up at Wen Yuan's office, and at that moment Shao Youwei walked past the floor-to-ceiling window.

Gao Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously, his eyes were like icebergs. Shao Youwei, who was looking for information in the office, shuddered inexplicably. He looked up at the air conditioner and muttered: Why is the air conditioner in President Wen's office so cold?

"Mr. Gao, I'm back at the company. See you again when there's a chance," said the secretary.

"Goodbye."

Gao Yan turned around and got into the car, casually turning on the English news channel.

His English has improved rapidly recently, and Mike can't help but give him a thumbs up every time he attends class.

There are many countries in the world and English is the global language.

Gao Yan knew that Wen Yuan usually came into contact with many foreigners, and with her career ambition, Xingyuan Media would go public sooner or later.

Gao Yan lacked a lot to keep up with her pace. English was only a small part of it. He still had a lot to do.

Long-term conscious listening training has made Gao Yan's listening ability improve rapidly. He can understand most of an original English movie.

We drove all the way back to the beach villa. As soon as we opened the car door, Wen Xiaochuan suddenly ran out barefoot.

"Dad, Dad..." As soon as Wen Xiaochuan opened his mouth, tears as big as beans fell down.

Gao Yan glanced at his white and tender feet, picked him up, and wiped his tears: "What's wrong?"

"Uncle, uncle is going to die, wah wah wah..." Wen Xiaochuan burst into tears.

Gao Yan's heart suddenly trembled, and he ran into the house holding Wen Xiaochuan.

"My uncle is in the room, he..." Wen Xiaochuan sobbed violently, and his sentence was interrupted several times before he finished speaking: "He... locked... locked the door, I... can't... can't get in."

Gao Yu suddenly had a cold attack. The housekeeper was out for something, and Wen Xiaochuan was the only one at home. Gao Yu was afraid of scaring Wen Xiaochuan, so he took a deep breath and ran into the house and locked the door.

Wen Xiaochuan knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no movement from inside. Unfortunately, his children's watch was out of battery, so he couldn't even call Gao Yan.

The five-year-old child discovered for the first time that death was so close to him.

He thought his uncle was dead in the house.

"Don't be afraid, uncle is fine, Dad will go check on him."

Gao Yan knew that once the cold attacked, Gao Yu wouldn't even have the strength to move a finger. It wasn't that he didn't want to open the door, but that he couldn't.

Fortunately, Gao Yan had the key, and he found the key and opened the door.

After the door opened, Gao Yan put Wen Xiaochuan down, half-knelt on the ground and touched his head: "Xiaochuan, wait for daddy here obediently."

Gao Yu's current state must not be seen by Wen Xiaochuan.

"Yeah...yeah." Although Wen Xiaochuan was scared, he still nodded vigorously.

He believed in his father.

Gao Yan entered the house and closed the door.

This bedroom is elegant, with cool black and white colors, and even the curtains are dark gray.

It was early July, but the temperature inside the house was several degrees colder than outside.

A person was curled up on the bed in the middle of the bedroom.

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, but only takes up a quarter of the space on a bed.

The black T-shirt stuck to his shoulder blades, and the blade-thin bones stood out behind him.

Only then did Gao Yan realize that Gao Yu had become thinner and thinner since coming to the modern era.