One Can’t Judge by Appearance

"What's the matter with you?" Zhang Wang opened Yuan Yi's cell phone and asked, "Where does the body feel uncomfortable, what does the doctor say? If we can't cure it in China, let's go abroad. It can always be cured. Don't worry, I Come and find you right away."

"What are you doing here to find me?" Yuan Yi didn't know what Zhang Wang had made up his mind. He flipped through the "Little Monsters" comic book in his hand and smiled and said, "Make an appointment tomorrow and talk to you in detail."

"Can you not be so scary next time you speak?" When Zhang Wang heard Yuan Yi's tone, he knew that he was thinking too much. "Yuan Xiaoer, you can't make it clearer, I was almost scared to death by you. "

In the comic book, the little monster with three eyes fell into the puddle. The little rabbit and hedgehog pulled the rope with all four feet upside down, and did not drag the fat little monster out. Yuan Yi could not help laughing when he saw this scene.

Zhang Wang was frightened by his laughter and his hairs were all up. It seems that Yuan Xiaoer's brain is really wrong. He used to call himself Lao Tzu in front of Yuan Xiaoer, and he was scolded by Yuan Xiaoer for a long time. He didn't expect that he would still be able to laugh today. .

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Wang felt a little hairy in his arm. It seemed that the illness was not mild.

Yan Xi returned home, opened the gift box, looked at the whole set of lipsticks, and put them in the large wardrobe. Turning on the computer, the editor's avatar on the communication software jumped around. After she clicked on it, she realized that the publisher wanted to collaborate with her to produce a picture album.

Xiaoxiliu: The manuscript fee for this album has not yet been completed, so I can't make an appointment.

Obviously: Your manuscript fees are already being calculated. We are a regular publishing house, and we absolutely do not embezzle authors every single thread. Beautiful young lady, think about it, come on, make an appointment.

Yan Xi knows that her album is selling well and it is in the top 20 best-selling books. But she doesn’t have much time to draw. Recently, because the number of comics posted on Weibo has decreased, many fans are following Weibo. protest.

Xiaoxiliu: Let me think about it. I have been busy with work recently and I don't have much time for drawing.

Mingming: Draw slowly, as long as you are willing to sign a contract, we are not in a hurry.

Yan Xi did not agree to sign the contract. She found the tablet and drew the beginning of a sweet little story, which she posted on Weibo. Her drawing skills are not superb, but she is very cute, and draws the protagonist so cute, which makes people feel the urge to take a bite.

Soon this Weibo attracted countless fans to forward and like.

[The legs are so cute that this chrysanthemum demon is just stupid]

[Blogger, you are so dirty, what kind of monster is the protagonist is not good, but it is the chrysanthemum monster, hahaha]

[Hehe, this blogger can only rely on selling cute fans, and the level of painting can only fool the laymen. But there is a group of brain fans who applaud. This world is really interesting, no one pays attention to serious painters, but amateur painters have millions of fans and publish books to make money. 】

Yan Xi saw this fault finding comment and directly replied: I am an amateur painter who lives by selling cuteness. You laughed. I do not paint for dreams, not for the future, but to paint as much as I want. This is a good world. It allows non-professional painters to have a platform to show their own paintings. Thank the country, thank the society, thank the fans, and wish the world peace.

Yan Xi’s self-blatant, straightforward answer, in the eyes of black fans, it is more drama, in the eyes of true love fans, that is how cute and straightforward my painter is. But if someone comes out to say that her painting skills are not professional, just It seems a little okay to look for trouble.

Across the Internet, no one knows that people under the vest are dogs. Yan Xi is too lazy to take care of these black fans. She did not kill and set people on fire. She has a clear conscience. If these people think that she can find a little psychological satisfaction, Yan Xi will follow them. go.

Just treat it as a good deed. Some people feel bitter. If they don’t find a place to vent, it will probably be even more bitter.

"Tsk, why do I feel that I am so sacred?" Yan Xi took out the mirror and took a look at her face, put away the tablet, and picked up a few comments in the comment area, and suddenly remembered the Weibo account of her host. After logging in, there are over 50,000 fans.

The following comments all praised her for her temperament, good looks, or the good show she hosted. After reading it roughly, she reposted a Weibo from the official blog of "Things Around" and then shut it down.

"Yan Yan," Song Hai knocked on the door outside, Yan Xi got up to open the door, "Dad, you haven't slept at this late hour?"

"I see that the light in your room is still on, so come and take a look." Song Hai glanced at the computer that was not turned off. "Go to bed early and stop playing on the computer. The news said a few days ago that some young people stayed up all night, and finally Suddenly died."

"The news you mentioned was broadcast by our station," Yan Xi smiled at Song Hai, "I'll go to sleep right away."

"It's fine if you know," Song Hai couldn't say a word of seriousness when he saw his daughter smiling at him, "Then I'll go back to the room."

"Dad, good night." Yan Xi watched Song Hai return to the room, then gently closed the door, turned off the computer, and lay on the bed. The mobile phone chat software suddenly rang, and the group of university students who hadn't moved for a long time lit up.

[Is Yan Xi online? Who in the class has Yan Xi's contact information? 】

The female classmate who asked the question had a good relationship with her in the past. It can only be regarded as the most common classmate relationship, but the relationship between this classmate and Wei Xiaoman seems to be good.

No one in the group paid any attention to her, and the girl knocked on her alone again. Yan Xi closed the chat box and pretended that she had never received a text message.

Someone who has never contacted suddenly came to her door. It would definitely not be a good thing. How could it be her turn if there was a good thing?

In case she is asked to join a brand or investment in a promising project, she will still have to find an excuse to refuse, which will hurt her feelings. Yan Xi turned off the phone without any psychological pressure and put it on the bedside table.

Ever since Yuan Yi was harassed by phone calls in the middle of the night, she has developed the habit of turning off her private phone when sleeping. As for the work phone, she is the host in the station, and even if there is an emergency at night, she does not need to deal with it.

There is a saying that you can't be too hard to be a man. Yan Xi didn't expect that his work cell phone would ring in the middle of the night.

Chief Jintai's voice on the other end of the phone was a bit anxious, and it seemed that there were still many people talking, as if they were discussing something over there.

"Chief Jintai, what happened?" Yan Xi realized something was wrong, and his bewildered mind slowly cleared up.

"Xiaoyan, something happened on the Internet, you must not speak casually," Chief Jintai said in a low voice, "You are the pillar of our channel, don't get involved."

Yan Xi was confused when she heard it, but listening to Chief Jintai’s tone, she knew that things must not be trivial, "Okay, I rarely speak on the Internet."

Chief Jintai didn't have time to explain to her what happened, so he hung up the phone in a hurry.

After being awakened by the phone call, Yan Xi was not drowsy either. He took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet. It turned out that something really happened.

Li Jiayu committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Seeing this news, Yan Xi was a little shocked. Li Jiayu is now developing just right. It is said that after the contract with Taiwan has been terminated, he has found a better platform, how could he...

Leaving aside the conflicts between Li Jiayu and the station, Yan Xi felt that the other party was a very good host, and her death was a great loss to the host community.

The police have yet to find out the cause of her suicide, but netizens have determined that the TV station forced her to death. The official Weibo of the TV station and Shen Xingyan's Weibo are all insulting.

Even the staff of other TV stations under Weibo, there are "just passers-by" crusade and condemnation. There is a male host on the station who can't answer his words in anger. Now his Weibo has been scolded by tens of thousands.

Although it's midnight, there are still many people who use Weibo, which shows how many single dogs can't sleep at this moment.

Yan Xi carefully observed the trend of public opinion on the Internet, and found that someone was guiding public opinion, deliberately trying to make netizens think that Li Jiayu was forced to death by the TV station. In addition to competitors, who else would spend money to ask the navy to do this kind of thing?

There are also some young artists who took this opportunity to make hype, and sent condolences to Weibo without forgetting to match a beautiful selfie. It was really terrible to watch.

This is a carnival eating human blood buns.

Yan Xi lay on the bed, tossing and changing her sleeping position and did not fall asleep. In the end, she could only turn on the computer and manipulate the game account to abuse the opponents of the gang.

Seeing many players online at three or four in the morning, Yan Xi was inexplicably moved. The world of single dogs is not alone. After all, there are so many single dogs playing games lonely.

It was refreshing to play the game. I got up in the morning and cried and broke my heart. Yan Xi almost crawled into the office the next morning.

"You also watched the gossip last night?" Xiao Yang yawned and walked into the office, with a little regret in his tone. "It's a pity to say everything on the Internet." Little employees like them don't worry about too much. When I went up, I felt that Li Jiayu had finally gotten into his current position, but he chose such a result, which is a pity in any case.

"I was playing a game last night and I encountered a mental illness. I chased him and killed him for an hour." Yan Xi sipped a few swigs of coffee, "Don't mention it in the station, lest you get into trouble."

"I dare to talk about it here, I dare to mention where I go out." Xiao Yang sat down in a chair, "I read Shen Xingyan's Weibo in the morning, and it has been scolded by nearly 100,000 comments. If I were her , I've long been **** off."

There used to be news on the Internet that Shen Xingyan and Li Jiayu were vying with Li Jiayu for the first sister of the satellite TV, and they did not agree in private. Now that Li Jiayu commits suicide, Shen Xingyan has become one of the promoters of Li Jiayu's death.

"Ms. Yan," a staff member knocked on the door of her office, "someone will give you flowers."

Yan Xi walked out the door suspiciously, glanced at the young man who brought the flowers, and wrote his name on the receipt.

"Such a big bunch of blue enchantress," Xiao Yang looked at the bunch of flowers in Yan Xi's arms in surprise, "Which handsome guy gave it to you?"

Yan Xi shook his head and took out the card from the bouquet.

[Farewell for years, see you again, you are still as beautiful as a morning glow-Song Dynasty]

Song?

Yan Xi put the flower aside, feeling that the content of this card was extraordinarily weird. See you again? Have they seen it before?

Song Dynasty... Song Dynasty...

Yan Xi suddenly remembered what happened when she first returned to the imperial capital. The love letter that the school grass wrote to her was secretly thrown away by another girl. That school grass seemed to be called Song Dynasty?

At that time, she even teased that the name is really easy to remember, but she didn't expect to turn her head and forget about it. Maybe she didn't have many memories of the Imperial Capital Yigao, and even this kind of trivial matter was insignificant to her.

She had met Song Chao twice before, and Song Chao hadn't mentioned it specifically, so why do you start to remember the past with her now?

However, she had no impression of this past, and she still knew it from others.

She was thinking so, when her work phone rang, and the caller was Song Chao. She hesitated and got through.

"Mr. Song." Yan Xi herself doesn't like the blue enchantress, because although the color is beautiful, but thinking that this kind of flower might be dyed with high-grade paint, she is afraid that the harmful substance of the paint will exceed the standard and affect her respiratory tract.

At her young age, she still cherishes her life.

"Miss Yan likes the flowers I gave you?" Song Dynasty's voice was gentle enough to make a woman drown in his voice.

"Thank you." Yan Xi said politely, "It cost you money."

"Flowers are presented to beauties, and Miss Yan is a perfect match for them."

This is to say that she is like the blue enchantress, is dyed with paint to be fake? Yan Xi, who was praised, felt that she was not so happy, "Thank you for the praise, but I don't understand why Mr. Song gave me flowers."

"Back then, I pursued Miss Yan, but Miss Yan did not agree. Now..." Song Chao played with a pen expressionlessly, but his tone was extremely gentle, "Are you still unwilling to give me a chance to pursue it?"

The pen tip slid across the white paper, making a piercing sound.

"Is Mr. Song joking?" Yan Xi narrowed his eyes slightly. "Have you pursued me back then?"

If it was just a love letter that was ruined without being sent to her, it would be considered as a pursuit, indicating that the secret love from that young age was really not worth a hundred yuan.

"A beautiful woman has the right to forget," Song Chao put down his pen and kneaded the paper on the table tightly. "Miss Yan doesn't have to care about the little things in the past, I just hope you have me in your future."

What's going on these past few days? The men she met, one more talented than the other as talented in acting romantic drama, had taken the wrong medicine?

"Mr. Song, there is a rule in our hometown." Yan Xi felt that he had to refuse to be more gentle when faced with a wealthy and noble son like the Song Dynasty. "

Song Chao chuckled on the other side of the phone, "But your surname is Yan now. It seems that there is no such problem between us."

"But in the hearts of relatives, my surname is Song," Yan Xi said with a dry smile, "Mr. Song, thank you for your favor, but I may not be worthy of you. Let me get out of your future."

Song Chao listened to the busy tone on the phone, chuckled, and suddenly slammed the phone against the wall.

In the restaurant, Zhang Wang thought he had a problem with his ears. He stared at Yuan Yi with wide eyes: "You want to move out?"

Yuan Yi behaved very calmly: "What, it's weird?"

"It's good to move out..." Zhang Wang paused. "Uncle Yuan and Aunt Xu have no objection?"

Yuan Yi shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Wang stopped asking, and instead mentioned what happened last night: "Did you date a girl last night?"

"Dating?" Yuan Yili shook his head boldly. "It's just to have a meal with a friend."

"Come out with a woman alone, what's the name if you don't call it a date?" Zhang Wang said jokingly, "It's rare to see that you are interested in girls. When will you bring it out for a few buddies to take a look."

"Do you think I'm just like you, I want to soak her out of a meal with a woman?" Yuan Yi frowned, "Go go, don't mess around."

"Actually, I don't think it's okay to fall in love, anyway..." Zhang Wang saw Yuan Yi's face look ugly, and said helplessly, "Yes, I won't talk about it, but I'll talk about your physical problems. What are you doing? In the state, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and shortness of breath?"

"While fighting with people...?" Yuan Yi said hesitantly, "or when others make me unhappy?"

"Who has such a great ability to make you so angry," Zhang Wang said smoothly, "You didn't even clean him up?"

Yuan Xiaoer has such a good temper?

"What can I care about with a woman, should I beat her?"

"A woman can make you chest tight and short of breath, and you are really capable," Zhang Wang suddenly stopped, looking at Yuan Yi with weird eyes, "You mean a woman?!"

Seeing how Zhang Wang reacted, Yuan Yimian couldn't make it through: "What's the matter with the woman, the woman is no longer annoying?"

Women are more hateful than men when they are angry.