The voices of chatter from over there were actually very quiet, extremely quiet, so quiet that any voices around could completely cover it.
So when someone suddenly started talking on Wang Yibo's side, he couldn't hear what was said there anymore.
He didn't hear anything after 'Xiao something', and didn't hear whether it was about Xiao Zhan or not.
Wang Yibo lowered his head, picked up the spoon again, and ate another mouthful of soup.
Very few people have the surname Xiao.
It is no coincidence that the name Xu Zhiming appeared in the group of University A's professors.
Xu Zhiming, Xiao Zhan.
Wang Yibo suddenly felt that the soup in his mouth was tasteless.
He might as well not eat it anymore.
Before long, the volume of the voices on his side decreased, and the voices on that side came back. However, the most important part had been skipped.
The man named Xu Zhiming said, "Thank you. If Professor Zhang is free, you have to help me seek out a partner."
The middle-aged man standing behind Xu Zhiming should be Professor Zhang. He said, "Of course, you used to run to our department so frequently that you're also counted as a student of our department. If you're a student of our department then you're my student, of course I'll take care of you."
Xu Zhiming, "Then I'll thank Professor Zhang first."
Teacher Zhang smiled happily, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Gradually, the topic on the other side dragged farther and farther and the surrounding voices became more and more mixed. After a while, the waiter at the door opened the wine and the atmosphere of the private room immediately became different.
The meal took nearly two hours to finish. After dinner, people from the school proposed to find another place to chill, but Wang Yibo refused.
The two sides talked about the time of the next meeting at school, and then they parted.
Zhou Xiao and Xu Jing drank a lot of liquor that evening, but Xu Jing's drinking capacity is better, he still looks very energetic.
Zhou Xiao was not as sober. He has good communication skills to begin with, so he drank a lot more as it went on. As soon as he got in the car, he tended to lay down, but because Wang Yibo was present, he insisted on maintaining his image.
Wang Yibo also drank, but not a lot. It's just that his head felt a little heavy when he got in the car.
After the door was closed, Lin Chen turned his head and asked, "President Wang, where are we going?"
Wang Yibo, "Take them home first."
Lin Chen, "Okay."
Zhou Xiao, who was next to him, shook his head and asked Xu Jing, "Is my home further or your home further away?"
Xu Jing said, "Mine."
Zhou Xiao, "Then you have to take me home first."
After Zhou Xiao said that, he suddenly turned to look at Wang Yibo, "But President Wang, you've been on a business trip for so long. Don't you have to take care of the one at home? Why don't you go back first. I'll take a taxi with Xiao Zhan."
Xu Jing paused for a moment, turned his head, and took a glance at Wang Yibo, then reminded Zhou Xiao, "I'm Xu Jing."
Zhou Xiao, "Oh, right, you are Xu Jing. Who is Xiao Zhan again?"
Xu Jing almost came down with cold sweat, "President Wang's husband."
Zhou Xiao, "Oh, right right right, Mr. Xiao, right right."
After Zhou Xiao said that, he laughed again, "Haha, it's what they teased Professor Xu about earlier, saying Xiao Zhan this and Xiao Zhan that. I remembered wrong."
Xu Jing turned his head, grabbed Zhou Xiao's wrist, and pinched it hard.
"President Wang, he drank too much."
Xu Jing smiled at Wang Yibo, then turned around and glared at Zhou Xiao, "Be quiet."
After working together for so many years, Zhou Xiao immediately received Xu Jing's hint and nodded, "Okay."
Only when Xu Jing saw him settle down, did he let go of his hand.
However, Wang Yibo suddenly opened his mouth. He asked Zhou Xiao, "What Professor Xu?"
Zhou Xiao thought for a moment and shook his head. "Just some Professor Xu. I don't know his name. They all call him Professor Xu."
Wang Yibo asked again, "What happened to him and Xiao Zhan?"
"He and a man named Xiao Zhan had a good relationship during university, but they weren't together." Zhou Xiao thought carefully with his head raised. "They said something about letting the chance slip and something about it being a pity, and told Professor Xu to seize the opportunity."
Wang Yibo became silent, but Zhou Xiao continued.
Zhou Xiao, "I felt very familiar with the name Xiao Zhan at that time. Later, I remembered that your husband, President Wang, is also called Xiao Zhan. Haha, what a coincidence."
Zhou Xiao, "Professor Xu is a talented person. I didn't expect him to be troubled by love..."
Xu Jing interrupted him, "Zhou Xiao, you drank too much. Don't say any more."
Zhou Xiao tilted his head, glanced at Xu Jing, and gulped, as if he was thinking about whether to continue talking or not.
But Wang Yibo decided for him.
Wang Yibo, "Continue."
Zhou Xiao, who got encouraged, smiled foolishly, "Haha, in fact, there's nothing. They also said that Xiao Zhan actually likes Professor Xu, but Professor Xu didn't seize the opportunity and went to find a girlfriend, which made Xiao Zhan sad."
"It's a story about two people's requited love that couldn't come together." Zhou Xiao said. He suddenly hiccupped, then remembered that President Wang was present so he covered his mouth, "That's all."
Wang Yibo stared calmly at who knows where, "Mn."
Xu Jing didn't dare to turn around to look at the back row. He didn't know what his boss was thinking about right now. He could only laugh dryly, "Haha, there are quite a lot of people called Xiao Zhan."
Zhou Xiao answered him, "Yeah, what a coincidence."
Wang Yibo didn't speak.
Xu Jing thought for a bit, then added, "This story is actually quite common. It happened to many people."
Zhou Xiao continued, "Yeah, it's quite common."
Wang Yibo still didn't speak.
Xu Jing laughed dryly again, then turned his head and secretly took a peek, but it was very dark in the back seat. He couldn't see Wang Yibo's expression clearly.
He thought he might have thought too much. President Wang probably doesn't care much about it. Perhaps it was because he heard the same name as his husband and was curious so he wanted to hear the story.
But a minute later, Xu Jing knew he was wrong.
"Xu Jing," Wang Yibo suddenly called him, "Go and find information about Xu Zhiming from University A, as well as the matter about him and Xiao Zhan."
Xu Jing turned his head, "Xu Zhiming?"
Wang Yibo, "Professor Xu."
Xu Jing's heart cluttered, "W-which Xiao Zhan?"
Wang Yibo, "My Xiao Zhan."
Xu Jing was stunned for a second and immediately reacted.
This matter doesn't seem so simple.
That Xiao Zhan is actually Mr. Xiao.
Xu Jing immediately became serious, "Yes."
Wang Yibo, "Try to be detailed."
Xu Jing, "Yes."
After Xu Jing said that, he looked at Zhou Xiao, who had fallen asleep since who-knows-when, then he fiercely bit his teeth.
This kid, going to sleep after making trouble.
Now, he has to be the one to deal with this matter.
The car soon arrived at Zhou Xiao's house. After Xu Jing got out of the car, he woke Zhou Xiao up and helped him up the stairs.
Before long, they also arrived at Xu Jing's place.
Before getting off, Xu Jing said goodbye to Wang Yibo like usual and told Lin Chen to drive carefully.
But this time, Wang Yibo suddenly ordered, "Give me the matter about Xu Zhiming as soon as possible."
Xu Jing nodded, "Yes, President Wang."
The car drove into the busy city streets once again. Wang Yibo had his head supported by his hand, looking very tired.
Tonight, Wang Yibo arrived home first, but Xiao Zhan also came back soon after.
Xiao Zhan opened the door and went in. As soon as he got to the living room, he saw the man sitting on the sofa.
Wang Yibo had no laptop, phone, or magazine in his hand. His eyes followed Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan was carrying a bag and was a little curious, he asked, "What are you doing?"
Wang Yibo looked up at Xiao Zhan, "Waiting for you to come back."
This posture.
Xiao Zhan can't help recalling the time he got caught sneaking home last time.
So as he walked a few steps from the entrance to Wang Yibo, Xiao Zhan thought about what he had done in the past three days.
He was either working or working. He also made daily phone call reports, checked the weather every day, wore a lot of clothes, watered the flowers, and fed the fishes. There shouldn't be anything else.
Right?
But Xiao Zhan was still scared, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Wang Yibo shook his head, "Nothing, I'm just waiting for you to come back."
Xiao Zhan made an "ah" sound. He felt a little inexplicable. He laughed dryly and asked, "Did you drink liquor?"
Wang Yibo nodded, "Yeah."
Xiao Zhan nodded, he saw that Wang Yibo was quite sober and asked, "Did you drink a lot?"
As expected, Wang Yibo said, "No."
Xiao Zhan couldn't understand.
But he thought, maybe Wang Yibo encountered some problems at work?
Xiao Zhan gulped and came closer. He wanted to change the topic and ease the atmosphere, so he smiled and raised the thing in his hand, "The meatballs Rongrong gave."
Wang Yibo set his eyes on the meatballs. A second later, he looked at Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan's heart went thump.
Mr. Wang, can you please stop doing this.
I really am panicking.
Wang Yibo stared for a few seconds and suddenly said, "At the dinner, a professor named Xu Zhiming was also there."
Xiao Zhan said, "Ah, so he went too."
Wang Yibo nodded, "Mn."
Xiao Zhan smiled, "After graduating from postgraduate school, he stayed in school as a professor."
Wang Yibo said, "He mentioned you."
Xiao Zhan suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "What did he say about me?"
Wang Yibo was silent for a few seconds, he suddenly didn't want to talk about it.
He lowered his head and looked at Xiao Zhan's hand, "Are the meatballs tasty?"
Xiao Zhan said, "Oh. I don't know, but Rongrong said they're tasty." Xiao Zhan smiled. "I think they should be delicious, otherwise she wouldn't share them with us."
Wang Yibo nodded.
Xiao Zhan asked, "Do you want to eat it? I'll make you a bowl right now?"
Wang Yibo asked Xiao Zhan, "Are you eating?"
Xiao Zhan, "There are scallions."
Wang Yibo showed an expression of hindsight, "Right."
Xiao Zhan walked over and said, "But if you eat, there are also fish balls in the fridge. I'll eat with you."
Wang Yibo nodded, "I'll eat."
Xiao Zhan, "Sure, how many do you want to eat?"
Wang Yibo, "How many are you eating?"
Xiao Zhan, "..."
Is it his imagination? What's Wang Yibo's problem now? Copying him in everything he does.
So Xiao Zhan replied, "Four, these balls are very big."
As expected, Wang Yibo said, "I'll also eat four."
Xiao Zhan smiled, "Okay."
So Xiao Zhan took the meatballs into the kitchen and took out four, and then he took out another four fish balls from the fridge.
He boiled the water, put the balls in, and then prepared the seasoning.
When cutting ginger, Wang Yibo came in and looked at Xiao Zhan with the same expression just now, it was neither gloomy nor bright. He stood at the side and watched Xiao Zhan.
Now that Xiao Zhan can communicate with Wang Yibo normally, even with Wang Yibo next to him, he doesn't feel awkward.
He even has spare time to chat.
Xiao Zhan, "Have you ever eaten this kind of meatball?"
Wang Yibo, "No."
Xiao Zhan, "My mom also knows how to make it, but I don't know if the taste is the same."
Xiao Zhan opened the pot and took a look, then put the ginger in.
When he closed the lid, Wang Yibo asked him, "Have you ever cooked food for others other than me and your mother?"
Xiao Zhan smiled, "Zhang Kai too, didn't I make noodles for him last time."
Wang Yibo blinked, it seemed as if he just remembered.
"Other than Zhang Kai?" Wang Yibo asked him.
Xiao Zhan laughed, "Quite a lot. With my friends, whenever we make food ourselves, I basically always have a hand in it, like barbecue, hot pot, and ordinary dishes."
Xiao Zhan then opened the lid, fished out a mouthful of soup, and then covered the pot.
Conveniently, during this moment, the sound of the lid overshadowed Wang Yibo's voice.
Xiao Zhan blew the soup in the spoon and asked Wang Yibo, "What did you just say? I didn't hear you."
Wang Yibo looked at Xiao Zhan who was drinking soup, he opened his mouth for a long time, then finally said, "Nothing."
Forget it.
He doesn't want to know.