After getting on with the enemy

After the friend application is approved, a chat box is instantly added to the message interface.

There are no top friends or groups on Qiao Yan's WeChat. Once accepted, Zhou Xiyun will directly parachute to the front row, firmly occupying the first place on the top.

"You have added Zhou Xiyun, you can start chatting now."

Qiao Yan was startled, it was too late to regret.

Now that it has been added, deleting it will not relieve the anger, and it will be even worse if you don’t take the money.She can bend and stretch, and doesn't stick to small details. After weighing it for a moment, she typed and asked: "Aren't you short of money?"

Zhou Xiyun replied in seconds: "Yes."

Qiao Yan: "?"

Zhou Xiyun replied calmly: "I borrowed it."

Qiao Yan moved his fingers quickly to type out a line of words, and then deleted them after thinking about it. Without talking nonsense, he said simply and neatly, "Repay the money."

I don't know if he was doing something or trying to whet his appetite. Zhou Xiyun didn't reply the message immediately. "The other party is typing..." was displayed on the top of the phone screen, but it disappeared after a while, and there was no news for a long time.

Qiao Yan sent two exclamation points, and didn't even bother to look for the emoji.

This is the first time the two have appeared on each other's social software in their lives. They have never seen it before. After all, WeChat was not available in the early years, and mobile phones were not common at that time. After that, Penguin was the most commonly used chat app, and Zhou Xiyun's The Penguin has been used for more than ten years and has not reached the achievement of upgrading to a sun, that is, the sixteenth level, so it is not active at all.

When they were young, most of the schoolmasters were non-human beings. They didn't play games, play penguins, or make dubious friends. Some even disdained owning mobile phones.

Goddess Zhou is one of them. She doesn't even go to Internet cafes. Computers and the Internet are tools for her to broaden her horizons and study. She doesn't know how to do anything except look up information.

At that time, the Zhou family already had a computer, and it had been around since [-]s.

Computers in that era were still a novelty, and one could only be purchased for tens of thousands to tens of thousands of dollars, and not every household would install it.Zhou Xiyun’s own mother, that is, Ms. Zhou Huiwen, bought the Zhou family’s computer after earning money from business, and then replaced it several times.

Qiao Yan has been playing with things since he was a child. Back then, he didn't have a computer at home, so he went to Zhou's house every day with a shy face. Every time he entered the door, he coaxed Zhou Huiwen with a sweet mouth, and then swaggered into Zhou Xiyun's room and refused to leave. God Never leave before dark.

Speaking of which, Qiao Yan applied for her first Penguin account on Zhou Xiyun's home computer. At that time, she wanted to add Zhou Xiyun as a friend, but the other party didn't appreciate her, so she refused with a look of boredom.

After so many years, Qiao Yan was still not used to being a friend after so many years. Inexplicably, Zhou Xiyun's existence was dazzling, and he hesitated whether to delete him after receiving the money.

Out of sight, out of mind, they don't deal with it at all, it's okay to delete each other, and it's nothing to block them.

Qiao Yan thought about it very seriously, and felt more and more feasible, so he should do it this way, so as not to stay looking for a sense of existence.She sent another exclamation point and poked him.

It took two to three minutes for Zhou Xiyun to explain: "I have something to do just now, so I'm not free."

Qiao Yan didn't care about these things, as he said, he just waited to collect the money.

Zhou Xiyun picked up the previous topic: "I haven't borrowed enough, and I can't pay that much now."

Qiao Yan didn't believe it, so he exposed it on the spot: "Go on fooling around."

Zhou Xiyun: "It's only 800 yuan."

Qiao Yan: "Oh."

Zhou Xiyun: "I really have no money."

Qiao Yan sent an emoji over, not entangled with it.

Zhou Xiyun typed a long paragraph: "I made an investment before returning to China, and I borrowed a sum of money to give to a friend a while ago. Recently, the expenses are high and money is tight."

Qiao Yan asked, "Which friend?"

Zhou Xiyun replied: "Xing Yuan."

Qiao Yan knew Xing Yuan, who also grew up in the same courtyard.However, that person has a strong relationship with Zhou Xiyun, and he is not very familiar with Qiao Yan. At most, he met him on the road and said hello.

But Qiao Yan still knew something about Xing Yuan. He knew that he had indeed been in business for the past two years, and it was a fact that the turnover was slow. The last time I went back to the compound, I heard Xing Yuan's family members talk about this.

Qiao Yan hesitated for a while, although he still didn't believe it, he let it go for the time being, and continued: "As much as there is, remember the rest first."

Zhou Xiyun: "Yes."

Qiao Yan: "Don't try to renege on your debt."

Zhou Xiyun immediately transferred the money, no more, no less, exactly eight hundred.Qiao Yan was not soft-hearted, so he accepted the money and stopped chatting.

The dialog box fell silent in an instant, and then each of them did not disturb each other.

The relationship between the two parties has not reached that level, and there is nothing to talk about, not to mention the accident like last night, there is no way to continue talking nonsense, and it is impossible to face it calmly.

Qiao Yan thought for a while, then pressed and held the screen for two seconds, and clicked "Delete this chat" to remove Zhou Xiyun from the message interface.

It was late at night, already ten past zero.

Didn't talk about anything, half an hour in the blink of an eye.

I have to work tomorrow, I'm tired enough today.

·

On the other side, the West Well Courtyard.

The night wind was cool, and it blew intermittently. The bamboo in the courtyard swayed gently with the wind, and the bamboo leaves made a rustling sound.

The Zhou family’s old house was still lit, and the windows on the east side of the second floor were closed. Zhou Xiyun, wearing a bath towel, was standing behind it, wiping his hair with a dry towel while looking down at his phone.

The old house has a large area, and the outer walls are already old, but the spacious rooms inside are very clean and well-decorated.

The office notebook on the desk was still receiving files. It was so late, and Zhou Xiyun was still working, dealing with unfinished tasks during the day.

Zhou Xiyun had just come out of the bath, so he did some things on his own if he had time in the middle, so as to avoid staying up too late.She walked to the table, put down the phone but didn't lock the screen, then dried her hair first, and then looked down at the screen when she was almost there, to confirm that there was really no news, then pushed the phone aside and concentrated on working on the notebook.

The rest of the work is not difficult, just finish it up, and it will be done soon after receiving the documents.

Within 10 minutes, the laptop was closed again.

Before lying on the bed, the man got up again, returned to the bathroom, and dried the washed and dried clothes on the balcony.

There are not many clothes, they are the ones worn yesterday and today.Zhou Xiyun is not very good at doing housework, and her movements are a bit slow when doing these things, especially when she got the blue top, she frowned, not used to washing it with other people's clothes.

The cyan coat was finally hung on the extreme edge of the clothes rail, far away from the owner's clothes, at least one meter apart.

Deliberately keep the distance apart, and make the distinctions clear, so as not to confuse them.

After finishing everything, Zhou Xiyun fell asleep in peace.

One night was peaceful and quiet, and the next day was another sunny day.

The beginning of a new day is still the same, unchanged.

Get up and clean up, drive to the company, hold a morning meeting, and officially go to work.

The overall working atmosphere of Yifeng Group is not bad. All employees are active and energetic, and they never treat things sloppily.

There are not many people in the venture capital department, which is relatively deserted compared to other departments. It is quiet early in the morning, no one talks, and everyone concentrates on doing things after they come, and they are busy with their own tasks. They only communicate when necessary conversation.

When the employees in the department saw Zhou Xiyun, they would greet her with a gentle squeak or a nod, and they would not turn a blind eye to her.

There are many ways in the workplace, and everyone knows Zhou Xiyun's weight, knowing that she was hired by the immediate leader with a high salary after a lot of effort, so they will tacitly treat her more politely and treat her differently.

Zhou Xiyun doesn't care what his colleagues think of him, and he doesn't like to socialize with a set of established rules. He just does his job well, and he doesn't care about the rest.

There are a lot of miscellaneous things to do in the morning, and once I sit down, it will take half a day.

In the second half of the day, a vice president came over and called Zhou Xiyun out once.

The vice president asked her to talk about some important matters, and explained some cumbersome requirements.

Zhou Xiyun came back with a thick stack of materials, and when he sat back on his seat, there was a bouquet of flowers there at some point.

Yesterday it was the blue enchantress, but today it is more low-key, replaced by a light sky full of stars.

A neighboring colleague told Zhou Xiyun that a male employee helped to hand over the flowers. The exact person who sent them was unknown, and the male employee did not say anything.

It's not uncommon for the company to receive flowers. There are many beautiful women and handsome men in Yifeng, and people often experience this kind of treatment.

But after all, it is a new colleague and a beautiful woman with outstanding ability, all the employees in the department still quietly watch, looking here from the corner of their eyes.

No discussion, no suspicion.

Just curious, to join in the fun.

Being pursued as soon as he came to work in the company, this is not a small gossip in any department, and everyone is eager to see the follow-up.

Of course, a small number of people have another kind of mind, fearing that they will be caught first.

How other people react can be intuitively felt here.Zhou Xiyun turned a blind eye to everything, and was not moved by the act of sending flowers, and she was not interested in looking at it twice. She only saw the small card sandwiched in the bouquet wrapping paper, and the love words written on the card.

The writing style of that person is so unique, and he has the same writing style since he was a kid, so it's hard not to recognize him.

Zhou Xiyun picked up the card, held it between his slender and slender fingers, and glanced down indifferently. It was written with a black pen on it:

"Passionate love is a queue less thirst." ①

Qiao, who is good at running a business, was afraid that the customer's love could not be expressed enough, so he not only wrote this sentence in English extremely beautifully, but also drew a small heart at the end on his own initiative.

Red, specially changed a stroke.

It is convenient for people who receive flowers to understand what it means without knowing English.

After reading it silently, Zhou Xiyun casually put down the small card and picked up the bunch of flowers calmly.

Colleagues nearby all looked sideways, and then looked at this side again.

Zhou Xiyun walked slowly to the door, went out and turned left to the corner at the end of the corridor, without changing his face, he threw the baby's breath into the trash can.

Throw it in without hesitation.

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Note ① Not original, from online English love words, translated as: Passionate love is an irrepressible desire.