After Wang Zixu left, the smell left in the room was called suspicious.

Duan Xiaosang stood at the door and tasted his behavior. Suddenly he felt a little unpredictable.

At first, she felt that he was just an ordinary literary young man, no different from the literary associates she had met before, especially in terms of his high self-esteem.

She said something that smelled like copper, and she could clearly see the desire in the other person's eyes, but she didn't expect that he was so difficult to deal with, and his will was so strong and contradictory.

But what really left her guessing was An Younan's attitude - what kind of poetry can make people fall asleep while talking about it?

Feeling a little worried, she gently pushed open the door to the study room. An Younan's posture remained the same as when she came just now. It seemed that he was not pretending to sleep.

Some imaginative scenes suddenly appeared in her mind - Detective Conan, Kindaichi and other secret room plots, someone left and left a body behind - and suddenly she felt insecure.

She walked up to An Younan and took a closer look. She was fine and still breathing. She was breathing evenly, her expression was calm, and there was even a warm smile on her face, as if she had experienced something wonderful before going to bed.

The well-proportioned legs are crossed, a slender wrist rests on the cheek, and the cheeks are pink. It can be said that it is the image endorsement of Xunyi. Just sleeping here is as sweet and tempting as a small cake.

Duan Xiaosang lamented that a wolf-like enterprise like Xunyi had a lot of messy people. Fortunately, she had such an identity and background. Otherwise, she would have been snatched away by a jackal in a place like that without any defense at all.

Duan Xiaosang wanted to put a quilt over her, but when he turned his head, he saw two small white snakes sloughing on the ground. He was startled. When he got closer, he saw that they were An Younan's socks.

This is even more suspicious... No, this is more reasonable.

She decided to wake up An Younan.

"Xiaonan, Xiaonan, wake up."

After being shaken awake, the woman whose lucid dream had been disturbed looked very unhappy. She looked at her and condemned her with her eyes.

"Are you okay? Why did you fall asleep here?"

"Where is the little prince?" said the woman, who was dizzy from sleep.

"You haven't woken up from the dream yet? Aren't you asking him about the little prince? By the way, have you asked?"

An Younan's gaze slowly came into focus, his eyes became clear, and he asked: "Where is Wang Zixu?"

"Gone."

"When did you leave?"

"We've been gone for about 10 minutes."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"You were sleeping soundly."

"You should have called me."

After An Younan finished speaking, he jumped down from the chair, looked for slippers on the ground with his bare feet, put them on, and went to the wine cabinet to pour himself a glass of juice.

"Did you ask?" Duan Xiaosang asked.

"What's the question?"

"Little prince! Weren't you still mumbling when you just woke up?"

"oh."

An Younan responded as if she had just woken up from a dream, her eyes kept rolling in her sockets for a long time before she continued:

"I asked, but it means I didn't ask."

Duan Xiaosang blinked: "What do you mean?"

"well."

An Younan sighed and drank the juice very melancholy. This situation made Duan Xiaosang anxious to death, just like when drinking milk tea, the straw was blocked by pearls at the first sip.

"Xiaonan, you finally found the clues, and you agreed to share the results with me?"

An Younan reached out and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry. I'm thinking."

"What on earth are you thinking about?"

An Younan sucked on the straw and said after a while: "I have the contact information of the little prince, but I broke up with him in an instant."

Duan Xiaosang was like a milk tea straw that was finally unblocked, and kept saying: "Then give me his contact information, I don't believe that I can't impress him."

An Younan just shook his head: "No, you can't impress him."

"I'm impressed."

"If you can't impress me, I can't be impressed either."

"Let me try."

"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking about how to deal with him."

An Younan walked away on his own, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the dim night scene outside the window, and said in a quiet tone: "The main thing is that he is not short of money."

"The little prince should not be poor."

"No, he is very poor. But he is not short of money. Not short of money and being poor are two different things."

Duan Xiaosang asked: "What kind of person is he?"

An Younan blinked his eyes and thought for a while, then said: "Stubborn, boring, like a middle-aged man who has not grown up."

Duan Xiaosang nodded. Then he asked, "Are you handsome?"

"It's okay. At least I don't hate it. When I show my face, I put on makeup and the powder won't fall off."

"Why do you feel like you're seeing a real person with your own eyes?"

"No."

An Younan shook his head in the negative and said to her with a calm face: "Trivia, there is something called a photo in this world."

"So when will you introduce him to me?"

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. If I introduce him to you now, I will only alert the enemy."

An Younan was thoughtful, she was completely awake. Duan Xiaosang was looking at her from behind.

Poor Duan Xiaosang, she couldn't even imagine that there was nothing to scare the snake. Snakes are grass, and grass is snakes.

"Zixu's works will definitely be shortlisted for the Fei Shi Award, right? Then this year's Fei Shi Award may be added to the national collection, right?"

"Well, what's wrong?" Duan Xiaosang didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned Wang Zixu again.

An Younan smiled faintly.

The prince wanted to get the jade official, and so did everyone else. Where there are many monks and few people, there will be competition, and if there is competition, there will be conflicts.

Not lacking money and being poor are two different things. But as long as there are poor people in the world who dare to think that they are not lacking money, sooner or later they will be severely educated by reality.

An Younan had a plan in mind. She couldn't wait.

Duan Xiaosang looked at her smile with sadness and couldn't help but shudder.

An Younan broke her promise and refused to give it, so she had no choice but to admit it. Who asked her to be Miss An?

But she was not discouraged.

At least she had a solid clue: Wang Zixu did know where the little prince was and was very familiar with him.

And from all aspects, Wang Zixu has many weaknesses. She doesn't worry about the other party not coming to find her.

…

When Ye Lan set out for the company the next day, he was already on the verge of being late.

She went to bed too early yesterday and woke up at four in the morning. She lay in bed and played with her mobile phone for an hour. She fell asleep again and woke up at half past eight.

After getting into the car, I had just fastened my seat belt when the passenger door opened and Wang Zixu sat in and said, "Just give me a kick."

Ye Lan was startled: "What?"

"I'm going to the company."

"what?"

"Let's talk to Zuo Ziliang about the script."

"oh."

Ye Lan started the car and drove out of the basement expressionlessly. When the sun shone in, she saw that her face was a little red.

"You moved me to the bedroom yesterday, right?"

"Um."

"Yesterday's movie was so boring. I feel like only you young people can understand it."

"Wong Kar-wai is like this."

"Hey, if we go to work together like this, will it look like a couple to others?"

"No, if it's a couple, I should be the one driving."

"You are a soft-boiled person."

Ye Lan kept smoothing his hair with his hands, as if he wanted to smooth out his mood. But unfortunately, Wang Zixu's mind was not on this. His mind was full of thoughts, thinking about how to show off with Zuo Ziliang later.
To be continued...