Chapter 9 You know,

tired?

Shen Boyan didn't understand for a moment.

He was obviously fine at the banquet, but why did he suddenly become depressed as soon as he got into the car?

Perhaps because his expression was too blank, Cheng Wenjun sighed heavily and turned the car key.

The sound of the engine suddenly sounded in the car.

"Two days ago, my uncle wanted to insert people into the group." Cheng Wenjun held the steering wheel, "At this banquet, I also used President Han's influence to do it forcefully."

Shen Boyan couldn't remember: "I wasn't there at that time " Yes

, you left then." Cheng Wenjun chuckled, "Not long after you left."

"Sorry..." Shen Boyan was stunned.

"During this period, he has always been restless." Cheng Wenjun drove out and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what happened, but it gave him thoughts that he shouldn't have."

"These days in the company, I give him everything overtly and covertly . I put pressure on him. Now, he actually found Mr. Han. "

Why..." Shen Boyan frowned.

He didn't expect that this banquet would have such hidden murderous intent, and he suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Sorry, I won't leave you alone next time," he said.

"It's okay." The car stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light. Cheng Wenjun turned around and smiled at Shen Boyan, "It's enough for you to say so."

The smile was mixed with the flashing lights on the roadside, which looked a little dim.

Shen Boyan felt a little strange at that moment - he seemed very satisfied.

But is satisfaction an emotion that will appear at this time?

Shen Boyan couldn't guess.

"If you need my help, you can tell me directly." He told Cheng Wenjun, "I don't know much about these things."

"Okay." Cheng Wenjun's smile widened a little, "Thank you, Xiaoyan."...

Shen Boyan I don’t know what kind of magic power my words have, but they actually succeeded in making Cheng Wenjun feel better.

Meng Tan's experiment reached the key research stage, and he was busy going to the laboratory with Meng Tan every day.

The experiment did not go well, but Meng Tan was in a good mood. They tossed and turned and finally debugged usable data one afternoon.

"It's done." Meng Tan smiled with relief, "Teacher Shen, what are you going to eat tonight?"

"Anything is fine." Shen Boyan stared at the screen for a long time, his eyes were sore, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you."

"I'm asking, of course I'm asking." Meng Tan was very excited, "I'll go to the bathroom first and be back soon."

Shen Boyan stood up and turned off the instrument. After looking around and seeing that nothing was missing, he changed into his protective clothing and walked slowly out of the laboratory.

As soon as he opened the door, he was met with Meng Tan's expression that was hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" he blurted.

There was no smile on Meng Tan's face. Before he could say anything, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Xiaoyan, I'm here."

Shen Boyan heard the sound and went away.

Cheng Wenjun walked over, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a smile on his face.

"I came here specifically to see you," he smiled and said to Shen Boyan in a matter-of-fact manner, "Are you hungry? Let's eat together."

Shen Boyan was stunned.

"But I have made an appointment with the student." He answered without hesitation.

Cheng Wenjun was caught off guard and paused.

He showed a disappointed expression, opened his mouth, and lowered his eyes.

But Shen Boyan really couldn't leave Meng Tan behind. Moreover, Cheng Wenjun came uninvited and his expression was so exaggerated, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sorry, you came too suddenly." Shen Boyan told Cheng Wenjun bluntly, "I can't break the appointment."

You can't break the appointment, which means you don't want to break the appointment. But Cheng Wenjun still looked hurt, without any change.

"That's it." Cheng Wenjun said, "How about we go together? It doesn't matter if there is one more person."

Shen Boyan was already uncomfortable during the experiment, and seeing Cheng Wenjun like this made him even more uncomfortable.

Isn't Meng Tan embarrassed if the three of them are together?

He frowned, but couldn't think of how to refuse.

"Senior Brother Meng!" At this moment, Zhao Yixun appeared at the right time.

His face was expressionless, but he looked straight at Meng Tan: "My simulation can't escape, are you free to help me take a look?"

Shen Boyan caught Meng Tan who was suddenly relieved, and took the initiative to say: " Then you go."

"Okay, teacher," Meng Tan nodded immediately, "Teacher, let's go eat first. I'll help Zhao Yixun."...Meng Tan left.

Shen Boyan felt unhappy, turned around and looked at Cheng Wenjun, and asked, "What's the matter with your sudden visit today?" When

he saw Cheng Wenjun's face, a smile instantly appeared on his face: "Nothing special, I just wanted to come here. You."

Shen Boyan couldn't breathe, it was stuck in his throat.

"...Okay."

Meng Tan had already left, and he had no other choice but to agree.

Cheng Wenjun happily led Shen Boyan into the car.

He didn't take Shen Boyan to a very far place, he just found a very elegant Western restaurant in the university town.

It wasn't seafood, but Shen Boyan accepted it well. After they sat down, Cheng Wenjun turned his head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, and sighed: "The scenery here is quite beautiful."

Shen Boyan also glanced and saw the setting sun slowly falling on the busy traffic of the city, turning everything into a blur. Renders a layer of shimmering color.

"It's quite beautiful." Shen Boyan nodded.

"Have you ever eaten here before?" Cheng Wenjun smiled and asked him.

"No." Shen Boyan shook his head, "I haven't been back long."

"I remember that you also studied in this school for your undergraduate degree." Cheng Wenjun said, "Didn't it exist at that time?"

"Was this building repaired at that time?" Shen Boyan doesn't remember much.

"It seems that I have been practicing for several years." Cheng Wenjun said, "Seven years ago?"

Shen Boyan was silent for a moment, and then said: "I was already abroad seven years ago."

Cheng Wenjun was stunned briefly, and then apologized. : "Sorry, Xiaoyan. I don't quite remember the time."

"Before I went abroad, this place had not been built much." Shen Boyan ignored the question of time and said, "This place is not that prosperous yet. "

Yes." Cheng Wenjun rested his chin, "But when it gets busy, I don't have time to enjoy it."

"Ah, when was it?" Shen Boyan really doesn't remember.

"Probably around the time of graduation." Cheng Wenjun said, "You know, at that time, my uncle contacted several shareholders and wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble and prevent me from joining the company."

"Even my mother at that time... forget it. "

He sighed heavily, his eyes seeming to reminisce about the past: "Thinking about it, it was really difficult at that time. But luckily, I got through it at least."

Shen Boyan said "hmm" and returned to the state of not knowing what to answer. What state.

"In those days, we lived in the company day and night." Cheng Wenjun continued as if he was immersed in something, "I still remember looking at the night scene outside from the company window."

"Thousands of families outside. There were lights, but none of them were left for me. "

...Ah." Shen Boyan opened his mouth.

Although it felt a little evil, he didn't know why it was difficult to relate to this story-telling tone. Cheng Wenjun opposite was still talking, but he quietly lost his attention.

The first time I came to the university town was actually because of Cheng Wenjun.

Strictly speaking, it is not because of Cheng Wenjun himself. He was the vice president of the student union at the time and was in charge of the school's New Year's Day party. That day, he recruited a few volunteers from each class and asked them to use the funds to go to the university town to purchase some things needed for the party.

At that time, the university town was not yet so modern. The narrow road, the old shops hidden on both sides of the road, and the winding alleys next to the shops create such an old place.

Shen Boyan is one of the volunteers. Together with Shen Boxuan, the leader of the purchasing team, and other team members, we bought a lot of things, and our hands were full.

Cheng Wenjun was not with them at the beginning, and he did not even arrive when the purchase was about to end. One team member asked Shen Boxuan, "Where's the vice president? Why isn't he coming?"

"He is coming." Shen Boxuan told the person, "But before departure, there seems to be something going on at home. He said He's on the way and will be there in a moment."

Shen Boyan was holding the plastic bag containing the prize and listening silently. Cheng Wenjun is coming?

When will he come?

This problem did not bother Shen Boyan for long. Because after more than ten minutes, Cheng Wenjun appeared in the sight of several people covered in dust. Shen Boyan could see at a glance that his forehead hair was blown by the wind, revealing a short but deep scar on his forehead.

It looked like he had been hit by something, and the blood stain was very new.

Cheng Wenjun came in a hurry, holding seven or eight cups of milk tea in his hand. He stood still in front of a few people and said apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, I originally said I would come with you, but I'm late."

He raised the milk tea in his hand: "Let's find a place to rest. Let's share it. One point, one cup per person."

They found a curb. Shen Boyan put down the heavy plastic bag in his hand, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Cheng Wenjun first stuffing a cup of milk tea in front of him.

"Here, some candy." Cheng Wenjun had a wound on his forehead but a smile on his face.

Shen Boyan doesn't like sweet milk tea very much. He was surprised that Cheng Wenjun still remembered his taste, but for a brief moment, Cheng Wenjun walked towards Shen Boxuan again.

"It's warm." He said to Shen Boxuan, "Can I drink it?"

"Of course." Shen Boxuan raised his eyebrows, "Senior, it's expensive."

"It's a small matter." Cheng Wenjun didn't comment too much on this. Just distributing milk tea to everyone cup by cup.

Shen Boyan stood aside for a long time, and when Cheng Wenjun was finally free, he took a step forward.

"...What's wrong with your forehead?" he asked.

When the words came out, he felt that his voice was very small. so awkward.

He felt a little awkward all of a sudden.

Cheng Wenjun paused.

There was no expression on his face that resembled surprise or emotion. In just a moment, he returned to his previous appearance and said lightly: "I bumped into him accidentally, it's a small matter."

Shen Boyan was too embarrassed to continue talking, so he could only tease Shen Boyan.

"I brought paper." Shen Poxuan understood instantly and took out a bag of tissues from his pocket. "No matter how big or small it is, just wipe it first."

"Thank you." Cheng Wenjun took the tissue and smiled.

On the way back, Cheng Wenjun carried four bags by himself, freeing the hands of the girls in the group.

He paid the fare and took several taxis to take the group back. After putting everything away, he waved goodbye to a few people at the door of the storage room.

"Go to bed early." He said, "Everyone is tired today."

In the corridor, Shen Boyan saw that the wound on his forehead was still so obvious.

Shen Boyan wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Go and take care of the wound first." Shen Boxuan was much more direct than Shen Boyan, "Don't run around and infect the wound."

"Okay, go right away." Cheng Wenjun looked at the two People, "You guys should come back soon."...

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan?"

Cheng Wenjun's voice suddenly brought Shen Boyan back from his wandering thoughts. When Shen Boyan came back to his senses, he saw that the waiter had poured two glasses of red wine and placed them squarely in front of the two of them.

"Do you still want to go back to school?" Cheng Wenjun said with a smile, "There were so many things going on back then that I couldn't even take a photo in my bachelor's uniform when I graduated."

"...If so. It's a pity, you can go and have a look." Shen Boyan said.

He thought, if Cheng Wenjun was still in the whirlpool of the group's power struggle, how could he still think about such leisurely and elegant things?

But this is someone else's business, and he doesn't want to say his own comments.

"Let's get together sometime." Cheng Wenjun patted Shen Boyan's hand on the table.

Cheng Wenjun's palms were wet, and Shen Boyan subconsciously wanted to take his hands back as if he was electrocuted.

But he reluctantly held back at the last moment.