"Who?"
Hearing that Li Qiyu voluntarily proposed a candidate, Song Yi'an was quite intrigued.
"Li Xichi."
Upon hearing this name, Song Yi'an frowned.
"Why did you choose her?"
"Because she looks exactly like me."
Song Yi'an understood immediately. Right, Li Xichi looked exactly like the girl in his dream, which meant she was just like the ancient Li Qiyu.
Since it was a fabricated story, they might as well use this fake Qiyu.
As for Zhou Donglin, Li Qiyu really couldn't think of a suitable candidate. She didn't really care about who would play her, but when it came to the candidate for Zhou Donglin, she thought no one was suitable.
At this moment, the elevator stopped and the doors opened midway. A large crowd swarmed in. Li Qiyu instantly recalled the fear of being surrounded by office workers on the bus that day, while Song Yi'an naturally walked to her side.
There were even more people in the elevator today than there had been on the bus. Mainly because the elevator was small and no one wanted to wait for the next one, so they all squeezed in.
Li Qiyu could only huddle in a small corner. Song Yi'an stood in front of her, but people kept pushing in from behind. Li Qiyu's face was pressed tightly against Song Yian's chest, and the black - framed glasses on her face were almost squeezed off. Just as the glasses were about to fall, Song Yian propped one hand against the wall and used the other to pick up the glasses for Li Qiyu.
Due to his movement, Li Qiyu happened to look up at him, and Song Yian casually put the glasses back on for her.
Actually, Li Xiyu had good eyesight, so Li Qiyu, who had taken over her body after time - traveling, naturally didn't have any problems either. Wearing the black - framed glasses was simply to make Li Xiyu look more ordinary.
There was no way. She was born with the face of a wealthy young lady. If she didn't dress in a somewhat dowdy way, it would be hard to hide her elegance.
However, Song Yi'an was a bit dazed looking at this obviously self - downgrading Li Qiyu. He even thought that such a Li Qiyu was quite cute?
Song Yi'an felt that he must have been bewitched.
Bewitched by Li Qiyu.
Song Yi'an blushed and didn't dare to look at her anymore. Li Qiyu didn't think much of it and just felt that it was really hot in such a crowded environment.
The elevator reached the first floor. With a ding, the doors opened. The large crowd that had just got in got out again. Only then did Li Qiyu and Song Yian get a chance to catch their breath.
At this time, Song Yi'an noticed that there was a small red mark on Li Qiyu's little face - it had been squeezed out when her face was pressed against his clothes because there were too many people.
Song Yi'an, almost involuntarily, couldn't help but reach out and wipe it. The mark didn't come off. Instead, Li Qiyu was startled by his intimate gesture.
Only then did Song Yi'an realize what he had done. He quickly stepped out of the elevator. He needed to calm down.
Li Qiyu followed behind him and saw him out of the main entrance. After completing the task of seeing him off, she turned back.
Xiao Wu's car had been waiting at the entrance for a while. Song Yi'an got in the car and felt his heart pounding violently. Seeing him covering his chest and breathing uneasily, Xiao Wu asked, "Mr. Song, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
Song Yi'an waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. Go back to the company."
Although Song Yi'an said he was fine, his hand stayed on his heart all the time. He could feel his heart pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
He had never experienced such a feeling before.
When he was pursuing Li Xichi, he only thought she was like the woman in his dream, so he showed a bit of favoritism. He had never felt his face flush or his heart race.
In normal times, in other matters, he had always been steady. When it came to studying, he was confident. He could calculate exactly how many points he would get and which school he could get into.
Li Xiyu was one of the few unexpected elements in his life.
Li Qiyu was the second, but the most special one.
Xiao Wu, a single guy, didn't understand any of this. Looking at Song Yian looking like he had just recovered from a shock, he said, "Mr. Song, don't overwork yourself."
Song Yi'an didn't explain to him. He looked out of the window. It was a rare sunny day. The bright sunlight shone on the ground. The glass walls of the high - rise buildings reflected the sunlight, looking like they were gilded.
This was a unique beauty of modern big cities.
However, once his heart was occupied by someone, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it couldn't catch his eye.
Song Yi'an knew that it was impossible to expect Li Qiyu to pour out her troubles to him on her own initiative. Fortunately, he had someone around Li Qiyu.
Wu Juan, with her excellent spying skills, quickly found out the gossips among the colleagues.
Of course, Wu Juan didn't mention that they were gossiping about the ambiguous relationship between Li Qiyu and Wang Shu. She only said that the colleagues thought Li Qiyu was stubborn and didn't seem to meet the recruitment requirements. They thought she had got into the company through connections.
Li Qiyu had indeed got into the company through connections. The biggest shareholder of the company, wasn't she a nepotism hire?
Although Wu Juan had tried her best to clear Wang Shu, Song Yi'an was so smart that he couldn't have failed to understand who she was trying to protect. Song Yi'an didn't say much. He just said, "I see."
The next day, when Li Qiyu went to work, the receptionist suddenly called her.
"Li Qiyu, you have a delivery."
A delivery?
She had only received one delivery before, which was the poetry collection sent by Mr. Song to Mingyue Villa. Just as she was wondering, she saw a strange man in a yellow uniform standing at the door of the studio, holding a bunch of red flowers in his hand.
"Ms. Li, right? These are your flowers. Please sign here."
"Flowers? Why are you giving me flowers?"
"Ms. Li, you've got it wrong. I'm just a delivery guy. These flowers aren't from me. They're from your boyfriend. Just sign here."
Li Qiyu signed as the delivery guy instructed. After taking the flowers, she was full of questions.
Boyfriend or something? What was that? Did it mean a male friend? But why on earth was someone sending her flowers? In her impression, flowers were only sent when visiting graves.
But those were chrysanthemums. What kind of flowers were these? Roses?
Li Qiyu walked into the office with the flowers in her arms, and it soon caused a stir in the office.
"Wow, roses! Who sent them?" the colleagues gathered around and asked eagerly.
"These are perfume roses. They're very expensive. Each one costs dozens of yuan."
"Right, Qiyu. We didn't expect that as soon as you started work, someone would send you roses. Who is it?"
Li Qiyu didn't think much and casually gave the answer the delivery guy had given.
"Boyfriend."
Hearing this, Wu Juan, who had just taken a sip of water, almost choked to death.
"Boyfriend?" What the hell was this?