35

Although it was the Gregorian New Year, Shen Xingzhou also asked the employees to go home an hour earlier.

This hour gave Su Zhan a lot of time. She didn't rush to go home. After saying goodbye to Sheng Qianwei, she came to Guangshi Shopping Mall across the street, picking and choosing, and finally stopped in front of the counter of men's watches.

The waiter smiled happily and enthusiastically recommended her the new styles this year.

Su Zhan looked over one by one, swept his eyes lightly, and finally stopped looking in front of a British mechanical surface.

The strap is clean and simple, the dial is round and smooth, and the hands are neat.

With a rigorous engraving, she thought of Xu Jiayan at a glance.

Very suitable for him.

The waiter was super good at looking at the winks, and immediately pulled out the watch from the cabinet and handed it to Su Zhan with a smile: "This watch is very accurate when traveling, waterproof and shock-proof, made of imported movements."

Su Zhan took it and looked through it, "Is this a mechanical watch?"

The waiter said: "Yes, British mechanical watches need to be worn for more than ten hours a day to go through the correct time. There is no need to change the battery. This is a fully automatic watch that pushes the pointer according to the clockwork."

...

When Su Zhan arrived home, the door next door was open.

She walked out with her things and looked over there. Then Meng Chen walked out while wearing her shoes. She seemed to be in a bad mood. She closed the door with a bang and didn't say hello when she saw her.

Su Zhan pouted and ignored him. He waited for him to enter the elevator before he was about to go and see Xu Jiayan. As soon as he stretched out his feet, the elevator door opened again. Meng Chen poked his head out and called her: "Demon Su Zhan-"

She stepped out of one foot, took it back, and turned around indifferently, "Ah?"

Meng Chen's eyes stopped on her feet for a moment, and smiled as if it were nothing.

"Although I'm not very clear about what the relationship between you and the boss is now, I hope you don't cause trouble for him anymore. Moreover, the boss has reduced a lot of training time for you recently. Do you know?"

“…”

Su Zhan didn't say anything.

Before Meng Chen left, he kept pressing his hand on the elevator door and muttered in a low voice: "Jiang Xinrui is not bothered by you."

...

The elevator door closed, and she stood at the door for a while. When she turned around and wanted to open the door, Xu Jiayan walked out with the car keys, wearing a silk shirt and down jacket, dressed up as usual. When she saw her standing at the door, she was stunned, "Are you back?"

Su Zhan nodded and subconsciously hid the bag back, "Are you going out?"

Xu Jiayan put the car keys in his pocket, "Go out and come back later."

“Where to go?”

He said: "Base."

She said, "Can you still eat the New Year's Eve dinner?"

He suddenly thought of the days when she had just moved here, and made his kitchen mess, and smiled: "Can you do it?"

"And you?"

He shook his head, "No." The only thing he could do was to fry eggs that he often ate during training abroad.

She regretted, "Neither can I."

In the aisle, the two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, laughed out loud, and went to the beginning. After a few seconds, Su Zhan said, "I'll try it at home, otherwise we will starve to death in the future, but I don't have ingredients at home, so I might have to go to your house."

Xu Jiayan rubbed her hair, took out the key from her pocket and handed it to her, "Give you a fingerprint next time."

Su Zhan first returned to the room, kicked off his shoes, walked barefoot to the sofa, lay for a while, then folded his legs, took out his cell phone from his bag, stroked his hair and started sending WeChat messages.

She just added him to WeChat last night, although Xu Jiayan said he didn't use it very much.

It's really not very useful. When adding her, he clicked in and prompted thousands of WeChat messages, including team, private, and some friends, many of them. He picked a few of them and took a look at them. He was too lazy to click on most private accounts.

Su Zhan is also a person who rarely posts to Moments, and the frequency is about one month. He rarely takes selfies, and they are all very artistic pictures or some stars and seas she took.

Xu Jiayan browsed a few roughly and got a little understanding, "Do you like travel?"

She nodded: "Yeah."

The two are very similar. They don’t have many friends, and they don’t like to post on WeChat Moments. Xu Jiayan’s WeChat Moments is not in a clean state, but he has more friends than Su Zhan, about 400, and they are all professional players who explain it. Everyone has brought him into various groups, so he has a lot of news. WeChat will prompt "Die Di" for a while, so he simply turned off WeChat and doesn’t open it normally.

As for Su Zhan, there are fewer friends, less than fifty, and many of them are advertisements.

She really doesn’t have many friends. She quickly found a friend list that started with P and clicked on Xu Jiayan’s avatar, and didn’t even have avatar. It was so simple.

I originally thought about sending him a long list of words, but in the end I deleted them all and changed them to send a resentful and deep circle of friends.

"Why--"

In her few circles of friends, someone quickly replied to her resentful sigh.

Cheng Xue: "What are you sighing? I haven't contacted me for so long, has the man successfully hooked up?"

Su Zhan replied: "Think...it's successful."

Then Cheng Xue called Biao over and Su Zhan was caught and questioned for more than half an hour.

"Is it your neighbor?"

"What does he do?"

"Are handsome?"

"Where are people?"

Su Zhan will answer any questions:

"Yes." Yes, he is a rich man.

"Playing games." Tsk tsk, playing games can make money, it must be a jobless person.

"I think it's pretty handsome." I think these three words are basically not very handsome based on past experience.

"Local." Yes, at least there is no difference in customs.

As friends of the two for so long, Su Zhan has never told Cheng Xue about her boyfriend. This is the first time, and she couldn't help but ask curiously. So the two of them talked for half an hour until Su Zhan glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to cook."

This made Cheng Xue excited and shouted at the phone: "Damn, you, a young lady, are you really going to wash your hands and make soup for someone? What man?! You are so charming? Is this so tight to you?"

Hey.

She is willing.

What she is willing to be entangled by Xu Jiayan is that she is willing.

Amid Cheng Xue's various bombardment and excitement, Su Zhan hung up the phone, and then found that there were a few more messages on WeChat Moments. He glanced at him a few rough glances. Just as he was about to drop his cell phone, he caught a glimpse of one.

Alas—

Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait.

What's this.

:?????

Four question marks were issued in a row.

...

When Xu Jiayan was having a meeting at the base, he was bored and clicked on WeChat to take a look, and found that the little girl was in a state of extreme melancholy.

Everyone could feel the low pressure on the boss at this moment.

The CPL semi-finals are next week. The visa and air tickets have just been completed. The Ming Dynasty is still suspended and there is a missing main player. Meng Chen is unhappy. Just at Xu Jiayan's house, the two had another big fight over Su Zhan. The players were so arrogant that they dared not let go. After listening to the boss's lecture, Meng Chen analyzed the tactics again.

Everyone was really anxious.

Xu Jiayan leaned on the stool in the conference room, with an impatient expression on his face.

When I saw Su Zhan's condition, I thought the little girl was having an upset at home alone, so I even more impatiently knocked on the table.

Everyone was even more arrogant and dared not show up.

Meng Chen was even more upset. Since the witch appeared, the boss has changed.

So, after sending away other team members, the two quarreled in the conference room. Daming and his group, with their heads folded, all lying outside the glass door and listening to the corner of the wall.

You can feel the low air pressure inside through the glass.

The old man leaned back in the leather chair and was not moved.

Meng Chen was alone and scolded the streets, scratching his hair and kicking the stools throughout the whole process, and he was like a collapse.

Meng Chen and the boss have the longest time. The two have been together for several years. When have they seen them like this, the team members were shocked.

egg: "What's wrong with Brother Chen? Why do you have to quarrel with the boss?"

Daming thought to himself: "My uncle is here."

"I seem to hear some women or something..."

...

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To be continued...