I want to have a normal campus romance

Manager Fang looked at Director Yang, then at Xia Xiaoyao, whose eyes revealed a bit of dissatisfaction. Sweat broke out on his forehead and the muscles on his face twitched unnaturally due to nervousness, so much so that I was afraid he would faint.

But he quickly adjusted himself, put on a warm attitude, and took the initiative to shake my hand, and to show his importance, he even held it with both hands.

"Oh my, look at my eyes. I really look young. Sir, may I know your name?"

"My surname is Lin."

"Oh, Mr. Lin, I apologize for the poor hospitality this time."

As Manager Fang spoke, he kept an eye on Xia Xiaoyao's reaction and winked at me. I had no intention of making things difficult for him, so I waved my hand to indicate that it was okay.

After all, when it comes down to it, we are all "working" people in the world, and no one is superior to anyone else. To put it bluntly, we all work to make a living, so there is no need to make things difficult for him.

But I forgave him. However, Xia Xiaoyao still seemed to feel a little unbalanced for me and looked depressed, which made me feel a little amused and helpless, but more of it was a touch of being cared for.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat dull, Zhou Ling, as Xia Xiaoyao's agent, also hurried over to smooth things over, smiling and jokingly saying:

"Mr. Lin is a relatively low-key person, so it's normal for him to be misunderstood."

"Hahaha, indeed...Mr. Lin is truly a master who never reveals his true colors."

Hearing the steps Zhou Ling handed over, Manager Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although his expression was a little stiff, he still forced a smile and nodded frequently. But seeing that Xia Xiaoyao was still standing beside me in silence, he swallowed his saliva and tentatively asked me in a low voice:

"Mr. Lin, I wonder who this person is..."

"Huh? This..."

After hearing his words, I felt a little embarrassed because I thought he knew Xia Xiaoyao's identity. But now it seems that he only has a superficial friendship with Director Yang and is not familiar with other people.

However, his question made me feel very embarrassed. After all, this is a public place, and there are many waiters and guests passing by. If Xia Xiaoyao's identity is exposed, it will probably cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Compared to other public figures, public opinion about celebrities is more eye-catching. In addition, the postures of Xia Xiaoyao and I made it look like we were holding hands from other people's perspectives.

So I coughed a few times, then looked at Xia Xiaoyao's mask and winked at him wildly, hinting at his identity as a celebrity.

He nodded in understanding, his eyes seemed to say "I understand", then he came in front of us and whispered to us in a voice that only we could hear:

"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry for offending you this time. Next time you and your girlfriend come, you can come to me... I'll give you a discount then."

???

What are you talking about? I see you don't understand at all!

After hearing his words, Xia Xiaoyao let go of her hands as if she had been electrocuted, and her ears turned red. For a moment, an awkward atmosphere spread among the three of us, but Manager Fang did not seem to understand the atmosphere and mistook it for ambiguous shyness.

So after sighing that we have a really good relationship, he left after saying I won't bother you anymore and left. I suddenly felt like a nobody at this moment. I wanted to explain... so many people were watching me, but if I didn't say anything... it would be too embarrassing.

But I don’t know if it’s my illusion or my imagination, but I always feel that Xia Xiaoyao didn’t feel very repulsive to what the other manager just said, and I didn’t even feel that she had any intention of explaining.

So when I saw this, I didn't mention the matter to Manager Fang again. I just assumed that we both had lost our memories and pretended that we knew nothing. After all, I would never come back to such a high-cost hotel in the future, let alone come here with Xia Xiaoyao.

However, this little incident made many of the waiters around me pay more attention to me. They obviously regarded me as an important role in our group. Manager Fang led the way in front, and the waiters followed behind us, helping us carry our belongings.

As the elevator door opened, I was shocked by the scene before me. I saw a magnificent hall with a transparent glass dome above my head and a long red carpet under my feet.

On both sides of the red carpet were waiters in formal attire. As if they had rehearsed it, when the elevator door opened, everyone bowed to us in unison and said, “We are so happy!

"welcome."

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still a little shocked. Manager Fang seemed very satisfied with this. After the elevator door opened, he walked out of the elevator first and continued to lead the way for us. At the same time, he pointed to a magnificent and luxurious embossed wooden door not far away.

"This is the Dragon and Phoenix Hall of our hotel. It is also the most luxurious single room in our hotel. I hope you will be satisfied."

After introducing us, Manager Fang emphasized to the waiters that we were all distinguished guests and should be treated seriously. He also gave a few serious instructions to the supervisor next to him before leaving.

When we walked to the door, two gentlemen in suits beside the door understood what I meant and opened the heavy wooden door for me, and inside was a completely different scene.

Whether it was the luxurious round table, the phonograph playing classical music, or the silver cutlery on the table, they all made me feel like I had entered an aristocratic manor. I finally understood why this private room was called the Dragon and Phoenix Hall, because there were dragons and phoenixes made of colored glass on the ceiling.

To be honest, although I have been to Mo Yuhan's family villa, the decoration styles of the two cannot be compared. One is the Chinese restrained style, and the other is the Western ostentatious style. Although the former has more charm, the latter brings me a stronger visual impact.

This also made me suddenly understand why those rich people like to decorate their homes in hotel style. After all, even someone like me who doesn’t know much about it can feel the strong smell of money the moment I enter.

But at this moment, I felt a sharp gaze coming towards me.

Chapter 137: Happy, so happy

To be honest, I don't know why I suddenly felt a sense of danger, and even felt like a prey targeted by a hunter. I had nowhere to escape and at the same time I felt an indescribable feeling, that cold feeling was like falling into an ice cave in an instant, which made me shiver involuntarily.

This rich aura seemed so strong that Xia Xiaoyao, who was following me, also felt something strange and immediately leaned closer to me. But this made the uneasy feeling worse, and for a moment, alarm bells rang in my heart.

what happened?

What happened? !

What was this super bad, uneasy feeling like? And why did it seem so familiar to me? Like I'd experienced it many times before.

Thinking of this, I slowly stopped looking around, and then I found that someone was already sitting at the round table in front of me. The person sitting opposite me was an unprepossessing middle-aged man with shrewdness and competence in his eyes. It was obvious that he was a veteran who had been in the business world for many years.

If nothing unexpected happens...he should be the producer Liu that Xia Xiaoyao has always mentioned to me.

But his eyes revealed an unspeakable embarrassment and worry at the moment. He didn't look like the type of person who would look at me intensely. And the etiquette lady next to him, who was wearing a beautiful cheongsam, didn't look like someone who would look at me like that either. So who was looking at me with such resentment?

"Humph--"

!!!

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard a voice that shouldn't be here!

After hearing this familiar voice, my whole body shuddered, as if a bolt of thunder had rushed straight into my body from my intuition, and I froze in place.

That's not right. Isn't this the dinner that Director Yang invited? How could she be here? !

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I must have been under too much pressure recently. Yes, that must be the case. It seems that after this busy period, I should relax for a while.

But even though I thought so in my head, my body was still honest and glanced in the direction of the sound. I found that besides a waiter who looked at me awkwardly, there was only a young girl in a small dress. There was no one else, which made me feel relieved immediately -

Wait! A young girl???

Thinking of this, I turned around again and looked at the same place. I saw her handing the towel she was using to wipe her hands to the waiter next to her. Then she crossed her arms over her chest, with a deep resentment in her eyes, like a roaring little lion.

And the girl in front of him...is none other than Mo Yuhan!

Are you kidding me? Why is Yu Han here? Am I still dreaming? This is not her home, and this is not Director Yang...

Wait a minute! The person from the head office that Director Yang told me about, could it be this girl?

Thinking of this, I immediately looked at the person who was planning the dinner. Director Yang didn’t feel embarrassed at all when he saw me looking at him. He just gave me a subtle look, as if to say “You guessed right”… What the hell!!!

Damn it, if I had known that the people from the head office were referring to Yu Han, I would have run into the hospital instead of coming here! Isn't this just walking into a trap?

By the way, why did this girl come to this place?

Why is she here?

How did she get here?

Does Mofushan know about this?

I just stared at Mo Yuhan blankly, and for a moment I didn't know how to start talking.

What's worse is that I suddenly felt a strong gaze coming from my side again, and I didn't even need to think about where this gaze came from, I knew where it came from...

By the way...why did this happen to me?

Does God want me to die here?

"Producer Liu, sorry to have kept you waiting."

"No, no, we just arrived."

Director Yang and Producer Liu greeted each other, chatted about some trivial topics, and asked us to sit down. Most people were looking for seats and preparing to sit down with a smile, but I didn’t know where to sit for a moment, or... if possible, I even wanted to slip away at this moment.

No, why should I run away? I haven't done anything wrong...

Um, that...I said those were all accidents, does anyone believe it?

Believe me, I am really innocent!

Mo Yuhan seemed to have arrived a long time ago. Her personal belongings were still placed in front of her seat. She was undoubtedly sitting in the guest of honor seat, while Producer Liu was sitting in the vice-guest seat one seat away. It was obvious at a glance who was higher and who was lower.

Just when I was wondering where to sit, a seasoned veteran like Director Hu must know the rules regarding seating at a dinner party.

When he saw Mo Yuhan sitting in the guest of honor seat, he immediately went to find the waiters around and asked something.

But I saw him quietly handing something to the waiter, so I thought he was bribing the waiter to find out Mo Yuhan's identity. And looking at the surprise in his eyes, it was obvious that he had found out some useful information.

After Mo Yuhan sat down, she couldn't help but cast a faint glance towards me and patted the seat next to her. I knew without even thinking that she was asking me to sit over there.

Although this posture, like inviting someone into a trap, gave me a bad feeling, her expression was so easy to guess. I just hesitated for a moment, and she pursed her lips and stared at me, so I had to walk towards her awkwardly.

It was just as I was hesitating that Director Hu, who happened to be standing not far in front of me, seemed to feel good about himself. He thought that Mo Yuhan was calling him, so he straightened his clothes, put on a kind smile, and walked towards Mo Yuhan's side.

As Director Hu walked over there, there was an irrepressible smug look in his eyes, and his face was full of smiles, as if he was twenty years younger.

"Miss Mo, is there anyone around?"

"Someone."

"Oh, so I...uh?"

Director Hu didn't seem to expect that the driver's casual polite words would be directly rejected by Mo Yuhan. The smile on his face suddenly froze.

I shook my head and silently mourned for Director Hu in my heart for a second, then I passed by his figure and sat next to Mo Yuhan in his shocked eyes.

I have to say, although he looked very embarrassed standing there frozen in place, he looked really handsome with that cheerful look on his face just now... well, although he was only handsome for less than two seconds.

Director Hu's eyes twitched when he saw this, but he didn't do anything. He was just about to pull out his chair and sit next to me, so that he would be closer to Mo Yuhan.

Seeing him in such a miserable state, I suddenly felt like laughing, but soon I couldn't laugh anymore because before Director Hu pulled open the seat next to me, Xia Xiaoyao took the lead and sat next to me.

At this moment, Mo Yuhan was sitting on my left, Xia Xiaoyao was sitting on my right, and I... was sandwiched between the two of them.

"..."

Happy, so happy.

Chapter 138 No Waves in My Heart

For a moment, this familiar seating arrangement reminded me of my previous experience at the general meeting, except that compared to the multi-party battle last time, this time it was a more intense two-way confrontation.

I don't know whether to say it's women's intuition or that they understand each other. I always feel that they seem to understand something the moment they meet. As for why I have such speculations...

Of course it’s because their faces almost show what they are thinking!

So in order to avoid further misunderstanding, I decided to explain it a little more clearly. So I coughed twice and was about to introduce each other's identities to them, but I didn't expect that after hearing my cough, Mo Yuhan actually reached out her hand to Xia Xiaoyao.

"I'm Mo Yuhan, the teacher's favorite student."

Huh? Favorite student? When did I... uh... okay.

In a sense, Mo Yuhan is not only my only student now, but also the strongest student I have ever taught... in all aspects.

If you insist...it seems to be true.

Mo Yuhan's self-introduction was brief but powerful. For a moment, her aura emanated from her, with a bit of Mo Fushan's shadow in it. Even though she was smaller in stature, it did not hinder her lion-like aura.

But Xia Xiaoyao didn't seem to be suppressed by her. Instead, she smiled and held Mo Yuhan's outstretched hand, took off the mask on her face, and said to Mo Yuhan generously:

"I'm Xia Xiaoyao, Lin Ran's senior, friend... and colleague."

At this moment, I just felt that the air around me stopped flowing, making it difficult for me to breathe. I even had inexplicable hallucinations. I felt that the air around me was filled with invisible energy, as if it could distort the surrounding space and time if I was not careful.

But soon, as the two shook hands and looked at each other, they seemed to have reached some agreement. The tension between them gradually disappeared, and finally they returned to their normal state.

But I couldn't be happy at all, because even without thinking, I could guess that this was definitely not a good sign.

Especially the way they shook hands and made peace, it looked like they were signing some "friendly and non-aggression" treaty. Wait... I'm not going to be divided up by them after they reach an agreement privately, am I?

Seeing that the situation was not good, I immediately prepared to seek help from a few "friendly people" nearby, at least to warm up the atmosphere by talking to them.

Director Yang calmly greeted the waiters around and distributed hot towels to us. Zhou Ling, Xia Xiaoyao's agent, was looking at the scenery outside the window at this time, as if she didn't notice what was happening here at all.

Producer Liu, on the other hand, had been paying attention to the atmosphere here and wanted to say something, but after several twists and turns, he hesitated to speak, as if he was worried about getting into trouble.

At this moment, I don’t know why, but I can inexplicably understand the feelings of Poland during World War II.

Fortunately, at this time, the waiter next to him was very good at reading the atmosphere. Seeing that something was wrong, he quickly brought the menu and then handed it to Director Yang, so that the atmosphere did not become so quiet.