Chapter 8 Nacht Intimacy and ambiguity.

Winni calmed down and realized that she had neglected it. It turned out that there was a very powerful person here.

"Mr. Xie?"

The woman looked at them both, first upward and then horizontally, and said with a smile: "What is your relationship with this lady? Normally, Mr. Xie doesn't seem to protect anyone intentionally."

Normally?

Quezhan grasped the key words. What she meant was that they knew each other and their circles of relationships overlapped.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and she observed Xie Xianshen calmly.

He didn't have any expression. Instead, he sneered sarcastically and said in a very light tone, "You and I are not that close."

"What are you saying, Mr. Xie?" Winni quickly took over the conversation and looked at Quezhan with a slight raise in his eyes, "I don't think I said anything wrong."

The other party pretended to be gentle, but unfortunately Quezhan didn't buy it.

"Since you don't think you're wrong, say it again."

Quezhan turned on the recording function of her mobile phone and pointed the receiver at Winni. Seeing a quick pause in the other party's expression, she raised her hand again to remind him: "Go ahead and say it. I will record everything you say to me. The innocent are innocent. If you spread rumors that I'm the third party, I can also take you to court."

"I'm not afraid of trouble."

The unfavorable situation was reversed in an instant.

Winni froze for a moment, the slight tremor at the corners of her lips revealing her inner state of mind.

The two people in front of her were both superior in body shape and bone structure. Even the way they looked at her was exactly the same, with their eyes squinting and the attitude of a superior.

"See you next time, Miss Que."

She actually had a backup plan and was not stupid enough to not leave a way out for herself.

-

Another person needs to be selected to be the spokesperson for the Encre series. After finishing the marriage checkup, I can put my energy back into work.

In the coffee shop that morning, her agent recommended to her a new actress, Winni. Looking at the photo again, she pushed it to the other side and said, "Take this photo away. I will choose a new spokesperson for the Encre series."

The subordinate followed the boss's order and said something more, "Mr. Que, do you also think that Winni's image does not meet our requirements for a spokesperson?"

The Encre series is translated as "ink series". In terms of design and elements, it refers to the combination of the oriental elegance and the western literary romance, thus making bold innovations. Any type of product under the brand emphasizes the characteristics of both. Therefore, the spokesperson cannot be sloppy. The person selected must see whether his or her temperament can handle the Encre series.

The spokespersons they need are dignified and elegant, not the handsome young men promoted by the traffic era.

Quezhan asked her subordinates to continue compiling a list of actresses whose schedules and status met the spokesperson standards. She herself was also busy with the work and did not take a break until the evening.

After turning off the mute, a notification box popped up with a WeChat message from Meng Xie.

It was sent at 1pm, but because she was busy with work, she didn't open it to read it, and five hours had passed.

Meng Xie: [Has Winni looked for you? 】

Freiheit：【Yeah. 】

Meng Xie replied immediately: [Why did you take so long to reply? Are you angry? 】

Quezhan guessed that since Meng Xie knew that Winni had looked for her, she should also know what the other party had said to her.

She had just finished work and was exhausted both physically and mentally. She was so tired that she didn't even bother to type. She switched to the talking box and pressed it to reply to a voice message, helplessly and a little listlessly: "Busy with work, brother."

After saying that, she lay down in the recliner and rested.

Thinking of nothing.

After replying, Meng Xie did not send a message, but called Que Zan. She picked up the phone: "What's wrong?"

"What kind of work makes you so tired? You need to combine work and rest."

Meng Xie's voice was smiling, and it was too obvious if you listened carefully. He clearly knew what her job was, but he still asked despite knowing the answer.

Quezhan felt a little unbalanced, "Meng Xie, if you don't explain clearly why Winni said that to me this morning, I will let Revival bite you every time he sees you in the future."

She didn't want to be accused of being a third party for no reason.

With this uneasy feeling, I was busy all afternoon without even glancing at my phone, typing away on the keyboard.

When I was driving out of the company, I didn't realize that I was speeding.

After passing a straight intersection, Xie Xianshen recognized the car by the color of the car and the license plate. He saw the Aston Martin speeding away on the other side of the street.

She looked like she was going to have a fight with someone.

After opening WeChat, Xie Xianshen glanced at the message list and found that she was not on the first column.

With the corners of his lips raised slightly, he continued to slide down.

Her chat box is also quite far back.

...

"You don't have any work tonight, right?"

Quezhan came to the VIP area of ​​the restaurant and saw Meng Xie sitting next to the window. Walking to the table, she put her bag on the seat beside her and leaned back with her legs crossed: "It doesn't matter if you have work. Just explain yourself and I'll let you go."

"Are you still angry?" Meng Xie saw that Que Zhan deliberately turned her head away from him. She was still angry.

"Drink some of your favorite grape juice first."

The man placed a seven-tenths full cup of grape juice in front of the cup. She liked this brand of grape juice, and he remembered that it was also at room temperature.

"Meng Xie!"

Quezhan frowned slightly, and his voice was not loud.

He was explaining and giving green grape juice. Was this a prelude to first suppressing and then praising?

After all, Meng Xie and Winni's acquaintance began with the investment competition held by the two universities. He was the team leader and she was just one of the members of the team. They were from different majors and different campuses.

During the competition, Winni developed feelings for Meng Xie, but she did not express them. After returning to school after the competition, Winni's second degree major was the same as Meng Xie's, and they took the same courses at the same time. After a long time, they got to know each other and gradually became friends.

Once, Winni was harassed by her ex-boyfriend, and asked Meng Xie to pretend to be her boyfriend to make her ex-boyfriend understand the situation and back off. Out of friendship, Meng Xie chose to help her. However, after the show was over, Winni didn't want to let him go because they were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. In her opinion, he was her boyfriend, but in fact, this relationship was one-way and not established.

He returned to China to develop his career, and she followed him back to China and settled down there.

In the first year of settling down, a scout spotted Winni and successfully recruited her to Wanchuang Entertainment. Because of her good looks and outstanding mixed-race look, the TV series and movies that Winni participated in over the years have gradually pushed her from behind the scenes to the public eye as their popularity has increased, and her status has also been promoted from an unknown 18th-tier actress to a second-tier actress.

"She just told me today that she felt unwell after finishing the filming of the movie, and went to the hospital and met you."

After explaining, Meng Xie raised her eyes. Now, her mood was much calmer, "I have nothing to do with her." "

Don't take what she said to heart. I will handle this matter."

Quezhan looked at the night view outside the window, and his voice was floating: "It's a pity that I didn't record what she said."

"Are you still angry now?"

"Tsk."

Quezhan took a sip of green grape juice, "Ask her clearly if she has misunderstood anything. How can I be happy when she puts the hat of a third party on me?"

"She knows we are friends." Meng Xie said, "I don't know why she did this today. Don't worry, I will definitely ask her."

Quezhan continued to look out the window, and the flashing LED screen on a building in front of him changed the picture.

There are three or four people standing in the long and wide screen. The boy in the C position is wearing a clean gray and black casual outfit. He has a slim and upright figure. The silver chain and punk metal accessories do not seem too ostentatious, but he looks very cool.

He carried an electric guitar across his shoulder, and the rhythm of the scene was completely controlled by him. The sound was so loud and exciting that the audience in the audience waved glow sticks and screamed his name.

The reason why Quezhan watched it so carefully was because the young man on the screen was the person she accidentally bumped into in the hospital.

"Are you looking at him?"

Hearing Meng Xie's voice, Quezhan turned around and wanted to drink some more green grape juice. He then said, "He is my brother."

She paused. They had been friends for so many years, but she had never heard him mention that he had a younger brother.

Quezhan asked: "Dear?"

"Of course, his name is Meng Ye."

The Meng family has three children, the eldest son Meng Xie, the second son Meng Ye, and the youngest daughter Meng Tiyun.

After Meng Xie was six years old and before he was twelve, his family settled in the United States for a period of time. After he was twelve years old, Meng Ye chose to stay in the United States to continue his studies. He did not return to China until early March this year. He currently runs a bar and formed a band with like-minded friends to make some name for himself.

"Then he..."

But before the words fell on his lips, a male voice called out "Brother".

It was Meng Ye, who happened to meet him while we were talking.

There were several people gathered around the young man, both men and women, probably a party with friends. He said something to them, said hello and left.

Meng Ye walked towards them.

As the distance got closer, the person in front of me seemed to be pushed into reality from the big screen.

His facial features are impeccable, a standard face for debuting in a boy group.

Quezhan didn't know Meng Ye, so Meng Xie acted as an introducer, "This is Quezhan, my friend."

"Meng Ye, my brother."

"Hello." Meng Ye took the initiative to extend his hand, "We met today."

The moment their hands met, Quezhan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hands were very cold.

"Hello."

"Can I sit here?" Meng Ye was pointing to the seat next to Que Zhan, where she had placed her bag.

"Sure."

Quezhan reached out to take the bag and reached her arm over, but it was Meng Ye who helped her take the bag before her, and their hands made physical contact again.

In a second, she took the bag and the feeling disappeared.

Meng Xie observed this inconspicuous detail from the opposite side.

As far as he could remember, Meng Ye had never taken the initiative to have contact with the opposite sex. The moment their hands touched, it was only a second, but he seemed to sense something.

After a brief chat, Meng Ye knew that Quezhan was his brother's friend, so of course he had to show basic courtesy when meeting him. He asked her what to call her, and Quezhan guessed: "You should be younger than me, I am the same age as your brother."

Meng Ye: "Well, three years younger than my brother. Then I should call you Sister Zhanzhan?" Quezhan

is an only child and has no brothers or sisters. This is the first time someone called her sister, and it sounds quite smooth.

Changing the topic, Meng Xie asked Meng Ye how the bar was doing, and Meng Ye said it was okay.

"Do you run your own bar?" Quezhan became a little interested, out of pure curiosity.

"No, I have a partner."

"What's the name of the bar?"

"Qing'ai." Meng Ye explained the meaning of the name. Qing'ai can also be understood as clearing away bad moods, releasing nature and relieving stress.

While they were talking, Meng Xie saw the unknown emotion in his eyes. He looked up and saw it, but said nothing. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Que Zhan to make an invitation: "How about we add each other's contact information? When are you free to go to Qing'ai? I'll treat you." "

No need to treat me, I can go and show my support."

Watching their contact information being added successfully, Meng Xie felt an indescribable bitterness flowing through his heart, as if he couldn't explain it.

This feeling is a lot like jealousy.

-Three

days later, the marriage examination report came out, but Que Zhan was flipping through the pages in his room.

"Knock knock."

Outside the door, Bai Ximan knocked twice.

"Come in."

When she pushed open the door, she saw that the person coming was Ms. Bai, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Her daughter has her own residence in another community. She is usually busy with work and rarely returns to Nian Yixi Garden. This time she came back for a meeting with the parents arranged by her and her husband.

From the time the marriage was confirmed to now, it’s time to meet the parents of both parties.

Regarding meeting the parents, the Xie family suggested that the eldest son Xie Xianshen should visit first, and then the parents of both sides would make a formal appointment for a meeting.

Quezhan knew about this, and Ms. Bai probably came here to ask her.

"There's still half an hour left." She is the most favored in the family and is not shy about joking. "Mom, why do you look more nervous than me?"

"How am I nervous?" Bai Ximan's eyes fell down. One of the papers scattered on the desk was about to fall. She pushed it inside. "What is this?"

Que Zhan was stunned. She subconsciously wanted to say "marriage medical examination report", but changed the subject to: "Nothing, physical examination report."

She couldn't stay in the room any longer. Ms. Bai should read the report in detail. She hurriedly got up and half pushed and half shoved her mother out, asking where her grandmother was. Bai Ximan smiled with her eyes curved, pretending to blame her for only thinking about her grandmother now: "She is looking at her favorite crabapple in the front garden. Go and keep her company."

When Quezhan arrived at the front garden, the little old lady was bending over to admire the clusters of green crabapple trees.

She gently draped the cashmere shawl over Ms. Ye, "Are you cold, grandma? You are sensitive to cold, don't catch a cold."

"Not cold, not cold. It's been spring for a while."

Ye Zanlin held Quezhan's hand, her palms warm, and pulled her to look at the crabapples that were budding, laughing softly.

"Aren't you happy that the flowers are about to bloom?" If her grandmother is happy, she will be happy too.

"I'm not happy today because the flowers are blooming. My grandson-in-law will be here soon, right?"

Quezhan said nothing.

They haven’t... gotten their marriage certificate yet, but the grandmother has even invited her grandson-in-law to join them.

As I thought of this, I heard a muffled sound of cars passing by on the road in front of the villa. Because the door was open, my vision was not blocked by the blind spot and I could still see outside from inside.

Several black luxury cars drove past one after another and then stopped at the designated location.

After going out, she looked to her right. Xie Xianshen was standing on the side of the front car. The entourage in each car leaned out one by one, and Zuo Qian was arranging for them to carefully unload the items on the car.

Fifteen minutes earlier than expected.

The concept of time is okay.

Father Que Shuo and mother Bai Ximan also went out to greet the guests.

Quezhan stood there, and later she felt her grandmother holding her arm. The old lady smiled and said, "Come on, Zhanzhan, people are coming."

After a round of polite greetings, Queshuo and Bai Ximan said that it was enough for people to come, and there was no need to bring so many things.

There are quite a lot of things, but at a glance, there are famous red wines, well-known teas, high-end tea sets, fine ginseng gift boxes, porcelain artworks, etc.

It's especially like proposing marriage.

The elders entered first, and Quezhan deliberately walked behind.

She lowered her voice and said to Xie Xianshen, "Why do you bring so many things? Why make such a big fuss?"

"Didn't you send them to me?" the man asked back.

She sent him a lot of things, including what kind of tea his father liked, what kind of porcelain his mother liked, and listed a series of things that were difficult to buy on the market.

Yes, she did it on purpose. He asked her to send him the preferences of her elders, so she would not be so honest.

But the situation before her told her that he had done it all.

"..."

She felt that he was showing off to her and was just provoking her - is this the limit of your tricks?

Xie Xianshen's sensitivity is not only reflected in this aspect. When talking with elders, his answers are appropriate and polite, and he knows when to advance and retreat.

Que Shuo likes tea. When talking about different types of tea, although he is knowledgeable about the field of tea varieties, he keeps a listener's perspective and does not make any judgments. He waits until the elders have finished speaking before expressing his own opinions, which are only positive and never negative.

After the conversation, the atmosphere became joyful and the little old lady also smiled with satisfaction.

As Quezhan is her granddaughter, she can naturally understand it.

She is quite satisfied with this "grandson-in-law".

"Xian Shen." Ye Zhanlin was a discerning person. She looked at Xie Xian Shen, covered Quezhan's hand with her hand and patted it twice slowly, "I know you are busy with work, but you and Zhan Zhan will be together in the future. I hope you can take good care of her."

Quezhan's eyes suddenly felt sore and his heart was beating wildly.

Grandma's hand was covering hers. The surface of those hands was marked with the indelible marks of time, with wrinkles all around like the surface of a dried-up lake.

But it’s very warm, very, very warm.

She looked at Xie Xianshen.

The two looked at each other and he nodded, "I will, don't worry."

"I feel relieved when you say that."

Ye Zhanlin smiled and mentioned that Quezhan had won the championship in a certain Mathematical Olympiad when he was a child. She leaned forward and said, "Zhanzhan, go get your winning photo. I'll let Xian Shen see it so that he can get to know you better."

The elders are particularly concerned about the younger generation, even if it is a small achievement.

"Grandma, it's not necessary..." Quezhan was in a dilemma.

She would never let Xie Xianshen see her as a child, no way.

"Then I'll go upstairs and get it."

"I'll go, I'll go. Grandma, please sit down." It was inconvenient for the old lady to go up and down the stairs, so in the end, she compromised.

Que Zhan went upstairs and walked to her room. She turned sideways and was about to open the door when a figure gradually appeared in the stairwell and diverted her attention. "Why are you here?"

"My grandma asked me to come up." Xie Xianshen replied.

"You can't call me grandma."

Quezhan said sternly, her tone was not a negotiation but an order.

Is it possible for him to call her "grandma"?

Xie Xianshen found it funny, his dark eyes moved slightly, looking at her leisurely: "Then give me a name?"

She was stuck, the position where she was standing at that time was just right to take in the scene of the living room downstairs, the split-level style, that is to say, they were still in the sight of their elders.

"It's just acting, does the title matter?"

He lifted his leg and took a step forward, his tone calm without any ripples: "Que Zhan, if you continue to waste time with me over such a small matter, it might arouse suspicion."

Grandma looked back, her eyes still bent.

She asked Xie Xianshen to go up, implying that she wanted him to help her find something, but in fact it was to make room for the two young people. Seeing them stop at the door of the room, Ms. Ye tilted her head, as if asking silently.

"Come in." She was reluctant, but there was no better way now.

Closing the door is too weird, keep it open.

Quezhan was searching through the bookshelf for the photo her grandmother mentioned. Although her back was facing away from Xie Xianshen, she did not forget to warn him: "Just stand there and don't move. Don't move forward an centimeter."

From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time that a man other than her father had intruded into her private space.

It was a very strange feeling, and it made her very uncomfortable.

Xie Xianshen sneered. Does he care?

The man stood to the side of the door, half leaning and half leaning, avoiding the sight of his elders. On his left was a minimalist desk with small objects, papers, postcards, blind boxes... placed on the desk

in a mess.

The room looks orderly, but the desk is so messy.

Most of the small objects, blind boxes, etc. on display are two-dimensional, which does not quite match her image in public.

Xie Xianshen looked at Que Zhan. She was still looking for something. She turned around the next second, and at this moment, she bumped into his eyes.

The stare was caught off guard.

She frowned and said, "What are you looking at?"

She had been searching for a while but couldn't find it. Her tone was impatient and thorny.

"It doesn't matter whether you find the things or not if you pack them up like this." He responded to her sarcasm.

"Shut up."

But he missed a place. The table where the marriage medical examination report was placed had not been found yet, and there were three or four framed photos quietly placed on the simple bookshelf with several layers.

"This one?"

Xie Xianshen gestured before she went to the table.

He actually found it.

Holding the framed photo in his hand, he saw that it was a little dusty, but he took out two pieces of paper and wiped it clean.

The glass surface of the photo frame was restored to its original state. Her face was reflected in the transparent mirror, as was his figure that was getting closer and closer to her.

Before she could regain consciousness, the tall, pale figure leaned over and pressed down on her.

"What are you doing?"

Quezhan didn't understand. His thin back touched the edge of the table. He leaned back subconsciously but was repelled. The hardness of the wooden board penetrated into his spine in an instant, causing pain.

She seemed to have completely forgotten about resisting. Her mind was broken and she was so blank that her thoughts and actions were completely clear.

The distance between the axis and the target slowly shortened and drew closer until it reached the extreme point, and the sound stopped. The fabric of his suit lightly brushed against the crystal buttons of her coat, with a subtle touch that left in an instant.

She smelled the sandalwood scent on him again, a very light scent.

The blood factors maintain the temperature in sequence.

Their posture looked very intimate and ambiguous, like a kiss, but it was not.

"I should be the one asking you this question."

Xie Xianshen took the final word and approached with a clear purpose. He took his marriage medical examination report and found his signature on the lower right corner.

After checking, please sign and stamp your name.

"We need to be mutually informed of the report results. I know that." There was an unknown emotion in his eyes. His long fingers tapped an inch below the signature. "Quezhan, you drew so many horizontal lines under my name. Explain what you mean."

When their eyes met, her heartbeat suddenly dropped.

Suddenly I felt like a secret was revealed in public.