MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 10

At the entrance of the Internet cafe, under the brightly colored advertising light box, a young boy held his mobile phone to his ear, pacing back and forth excitedly.

While waiting for the call to be connected, he frequently looked into the Internet cafe, reaching out to help his glasses that kept slipping off from time to time.

The beeping sound from the handset disappeared, and a lazy male voice finally came, showing a little impatience: "What's the matter? I'm busy."

"It's something, it's something big!" The boy with glasses said quickly, "Guess who I met in the Internet cafe?"

The person on the other end of the phone sneered: "Meet your mother?"

"Second brother, I met He Qiao!" He didn't mind the other party's rudeness at all, and he stopped being a joke, and said excitedly, "And he has a partner!"

"Grass." The boy known as the second brother swears reflexively, and his tone is a little more serious, "Really? Isn't he always single?"

"Really, I just knelt down and went to the toilet. When I came back, I passed by the private room and saw him."

The boy with glasses said like peas pouring out of a bamboo tube: "I wondered why I didn't call us today, so I knocked on the door to say hello, only to see that there was someone sitting next to him, who came to play together, so I withdrew..."

"Damn it, I'm going to fall asleep." Fang Shi'er, who put his phone on his shoulder to his ear, was full of shopping bags, and was shopping with his girlfriend, complained, "Can you focus?"

"All right, all right. After I went back, I always felt that the person looked familiar. After struggling for a long time, I walked back and wanted to say hello again and take a closer look."

Speaking of this, the boy with glasses took a deep breath and said very fast: "It turned out that they were kissing."

"Yo, yes, the iron tree is blooming." Fang Shier clicked his tongue and said casually, "Male or female?"

"Male." The boy with glasses tried his best to recall the scene he caught a glimpse at first, "Red hair, cool, and good-looking, I always think I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember..."

Hearing the key words he described, Fang Shier subconsciously let go of the shopping bag in his hand, and held the phone seriously: "How pretty is it?"

"It looks good." The boy pushed his glasses hard again, "Like a star."

Red-haired, good-looking, likes boys, may have appeared in the circle.

Fang Shi'er thought of someone almost immediately, and shook his head in self-denial the next second: "It can't be him."

It's impossible for that person to fall in love with He Qiao.

"Who?" the caller asked curiously.

Fang Shi'er didn't answer, he was leaning against the glass window of the shopping mall, his hot female companion walked around the shop, when he came out, he saw the shopping bag he had placed on the ground, and cast a look of reproach, Reach out and hold him.

Facing the intimate female companion, Fang Shier hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled perfunctorily, and said to his friend casually, "Have we not been together for a while? We should bring someone here for everyone to see." See you."

"That's for sure, and brother He didn't look for us a while ago, this time he has to come..."

The rather handsome **** walked into the next brightly lit shop with his girlfriend on his arm.

It was getting dark outside, and the moonlight melted away like fog.

After Chi Xueyan finished her first official date with her newlywed lover, she watched He Qiao drive away before turning around and walking into the house.

His car was parked at the clinic, and He Qiao had to make another trip tomorrow to pick him up for work.

In the eyes of outsiders, it should be regarded as evidence of love.

The simple and enthusiastic He Qiao loves more.

The light was on in the living room, and his parents were sitting facing each other, the atmosphere was quite serious, as if they were engaged in some business negotiations.

Spread out on the table are a calendar, some paper, a pen and a calculator.

Han Zhenzhen's tone was dignified: "Do you want a better life, or more preparation time?"

The tall and tall Chi Zhongyuan looked very small in front of his wife, he hesitated to speak, hesitantly said: "...anything is fine?"

Han Zhenzhen slapped the table angrily: "Nonsense!"

Chi Xueyan knew what the two of them were talking about after only one ear.

"I'm back." He put on his slippers and walked over, "Mom, is the wedding day ready?"

"It's done, it's done, you sit down." Han Zhenzhen seemed to have seen a savior, and quickly moved the calendar in front of him, "The master said that there are two very auspicious days this year."

"One is in December, and there are four months of preparations in between, so it should be just right." Han Zhenzhen pointed out to him, "We need to design the wedding, and we need to customize this and that. By the way, the new house also needs to be discussed by the two families. Which one to watch, do you want to redecorate..."

Chi Xueyan nodded: "What about another day?"

"August 26th, next Saturday." Han Zhenzhen stamped the date with a big circle on the calendar with a pen, "Not only is this auspicious day, but it also matches the horoscopes of the two of you very well. The master said it is the best day." of."

Today is Monday, and there are only ten days of preparation time left.

"It's too late to think about it." Han Zhenzhen sighed melancholy, "What do you think?"

Chi Xueyan watched her mother's annoyed expression, and laughed: "I think you want the best."

He just discussed the date of the wedding with He Qiao tonight, and the two originally planned to set it around the middle of next month, so they wouldn't be too hasty or too late.

Ten days may sound impossible, but with the abilities of the two families, it is not impossible.

Han Zhenzhen was told his thoughts, coughed, and asked him in a soft voice: "Go out with He Qiao today, did you have a good time?"

"Happy." Chi Xueyan rolled his eyes, "I dragged him to the food stall in a suit, and quietly took off his coat after sitting for five minutes."

Han Zhenzhen imagined that scene for a while, and couldn't help but said: "That's stupid."

She seemed to hear the taste of happiness from her son's tone.

Seeing her mother's dazed expression, Chi Xueyan said softly: "I remember your wedding was very simple, you just invited your relatives and friends to have a meal, and you both wore wedding clothes and cooked together. .”

Thinking of the old photos he had found, he said with a smile: "Because you suddenly want to officially introduce my dad to all the important people, and also want everyone to taste your craftsmanship."

His parents met in a self-defense training class. The young and handsome coach and the tough and hard-working students really fell in love at first sight.

Hearing his son mention the past, Chi Zhongyuan turned his head and stared at the refrigerator in the kitchen, deliberately putting on a serious expression, obviously embarrassed.

Han Zhenzhen gradually relaxed his tense expression, relaxed completely, crumpled up the paper with the auspicious day in December, threw it into the trash can steadily, and said with high spirits: "I will ask Heqiao's mother to see it tomorrow. site."

"Speaking of which, He Qiao's father was the quicker to ask your father out for tea, just now..."

His mother's voice whispered in his ears, and Chi Xueyan responded with a smile, looking at the wedding date marked with a red circle on the calendar.

When he went upstairs and returned to his room to be alone, he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to He Qiao.

[Shahryar: My mother asked someone to calculate the date of the wedding, and said that 8.26 is the best day. What do you think? ]

He Qiao's reply was as timely as ever.

[Little Eleven: Then it will be on this day. ]

Seeing this, Chi Xueyan casually responded with a good night emoji, then left the phone and went to take a shower.

At that time, He Qiao had just parked his car in the garage.

After receiving the news, he quickly changed his original rhetoric, preparing to persuade his parents to accept this slightly hasty day.

However, before getting down to business, looking at the string of awkward English displayed at the top of the dialog box, a subtle emotion flashed across He Qiao's face.

Chi Xueyan changed her nickname tonight.

Maybe just half an hour ago, when He Qiao was concentrating on driving, he sat in the co-pilot and bowed his head to input.

Shahryar is the name of the cruel king in the legend of One Thousand and One Nights. He always kills the newly married girl last night at dawn.

In order to save innocent people, the prime minister's daughter willingly became his new queen, and then told him stories every night, and stopped at the most exciting place at dawn.

In order to continue listening to the story, the king couldn't bear to kill her, so there was a long thousand and one nights.

He Qiao just made this joke on him in the Internet cafe.

He guessed that Chi Xueyan wanted to use this to remind himself not to go down that wrong path.

He Qiao's eyes stayed on the phone screen.

The king, who is not yet considered cruel, has a head full of blue, sparkling, like the surface of a dreamy sea, which can remind people of all the words related to beauty.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he also said good night to the king.

Then He Qiao returned to the brightly lit house, and walked briskly towards his family: "Dad, Mom, I've decided when to hold the wedding."

Both families are busy at the same time.

Setting up the venue, arranging the process, confirming the wedding room, customizing the dress...With the support of sufficient financial resources and manpower, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The elders seem to have reached a tacit agreement to simplify this sudden marriage, not to intervene with a strong attitude, and not to weigh factors that have nothing to do with feelings, so that the two young people who also grew up in love can have a pure love. A happy wedding born of love.

He Qiao had already visited the Chi family, and the only elder Chi Xueyan hadn't met was He Qiao's mother.

On weekday nights, He Qiao came to pick up Chi Xueyan from get off work, and went to order a wedding ring together, and there was another person who came with her.

The first thing Sheng Xiaoyue said when she saw him was to praise him for his beautiful hair color, which was exactly the same color as her newly made nails.

The beautiful woman with red nail polish took out the ring design drawing she had drawn, her eyes were bright, and she asked him happily if he liked this style.

On the drawing paper, the exquisite ring body is slightly angular, which seems to be inspired by the shape of the bridge. The two wedding rings are engraved with different patterns, with beautiful and romantic lines.

A snowflake, and a flame.

When Chi Xueyan took over the booklet with the ring painted on it, he was rarely surprised, and stared seriously at this elder whom he had met for the first time.

There is also a very soft innocence on her face.

Just like He Qiao when we first met.

So Chi Xueyan said warmly: "It's beautiful, thank you auntie, I like this pair of rings."

It was indeed the best-looking wedding ring he had ever seen.

He Qiao does have a happy family, except for his unpredictable elder brother.

Hearing what he said, Sheng Xiaoyue smiled instantly and said, "I like your name, it sounds so nice."

"And," she thought while resting her chin, "the pool and the bridge are so well matched."

After confirming the style of the wedding ring, Sheng Xiaoyue looked down at the time, and immediately said: "Ah, it's almost seven o'clock, I have an appointment with your mother for dinner, you two still have an appointment, right? I won't bother you anymore .”

She is very talkative, before leaving, she patted Chi Xueyan on the shoulder and whispered, "Your mother is so handsome."

Watching Sheng Xiaoyue leave in a hurry, Chi Xueyan couldn't help but turned to He Qiao and said, "Your mother is so cute."

He Qiao couldn't help laughing: "It seems that they get along very well."

A pure love that has nothing to do with money, and two pairs of parents who tolerate their children to the maximum, make this marriage have all the elements of happiness.

However, only Chi Xueyan and He Qiao know that this fictional love will soon expire.

But word of its existence has crept in.

Chi Xueyan in the co-pilot's seat looked at the night scene flying by outside the car window: "What time do you think we're going to play tonight?"

When He Qiao's friends heard that he was about to get married, they complained that he hadn't disclosed the surprise attack to everyone in advance, and then clamored that they must see Chi Xueyan once before the wedding.

"He Qiao" has always played well with this group of people, so He Qiao has no reason to refuse this kind of frequent friends gathering, let alone formally announce the marriage to his friends.

When He Qiao mentioned this matter to him, Chi Xueyan readily agreed to attend.

So far, they maintain a pretty good working relationship.

"Usually until early morning." He Qiao said, "But you can leave at any time, if you don't want to stay any longer."

Chi Xueyan responded and stopped asking.

He really didn't have much interest in this kind of gathering, he just came for a cutscene.

In the same city, young people from well-to-do families will more or less hear about each other because of their parents' business contacts, thus forming small circles.

Chi Xueyan had been dragged there once or twice before, but he found it really boring, so he never had contact with these people again.

After getting out of the car, He Qiao threw the key to the doorman, and the smiling waiter greeted him graciously, obviously recognizing him.

Chi Xueyan followed him and walked in, through the luxuriously decorated lobby, the corridors were dimly lit, and bursts of music streamed from the cracks in the doors of different boxes.

This is a KTV with a high consumption level, which is actually closer to a club.

The colored lights blurred on the glass curtain wall of the corridor, Chi Xueyan glanced at it, and saw the reflection of himself and He Qiao staggered.

He walks faster.

So he slowed down his pace slightly, waiting for He Qiao to be beside him.

Always do a good job on the surface.

He Qiao noticed it, and when he came to him, he stopped in his tracks.

The waiter in the front is always paying attention to the fact that the waiter in the back is very knowledgeable. Seeing this, he immediately said: "Mr. He, your friend is in this box at the corner in front. You can call me anytime if you need anything."

The waiter bowed to the two and left quickly.

They were the only ones left in this corridor, and Chi Xueyan looked at him sideways: "Any precautions?"

He Qiao nodded, and said in a low voice, "They may be prejudiced against you, and they may be prejudiced against me, which may make you feel uncomfortable."

Chi Xueyan was very interested: "So?"

He Qiao's tone was serious: "So, if you feel unhappy, you can do whatever you want."

"Anything I want to do..." Chi Xueyan thought for a second, "Does it include hands?"

He has been influenced by his parents since he was a child, and he has been influenced by precepts and deeds, and his hands-on ability is quite good.

The eyes of the people around him faintly smiled, and said without thinking: "This is your freedom."

This fleeting expression suddenly reminded Chi Xueyan of the early morning not long ago, when he proposed marriage again in front of the breakfast shop, there was an illusion-like depth in He Qiao's eyes.

Earlier, the He Qiao in the coffee shop and the He Qiao in the hot pot restaurant were somewhat different from the He Qiao of today.

Suddenly, Chi Xueyan realized very clearly a problem that he had ignored before.

This He Qiao, who claims to be a book walker, is completely different from the simple and innocent "He Qiao" in the minds of the He family.

He has his own personality, he just plays He Qiao all the time.

In front of people other than Chi Xueyan, he played well.

Chi Xueyan stared fixedly at her lover who was close at hand, and asked suddenly: "What's your name?"

"He Qiao." Sensing Chi Xueyan's implication, he replied calmly, "It's true, my name is also He Qiao."

But behind the same name, what kind of personality and past events the other soul has, has never been mentioned.

Chi Xueyan found it more and more interesting. In the long and narrow space with blurred lights, he softly dismissed the man's words that seemed to be brewing: "Don't explain to me, this is your freedom."

The lingering sound of the words hovered between the lips and teeth, and freedom was thrown back into the palm of the lover.

Hearing this, He Qiao raised his eyebrows lightly and stopped talking.

In the next second, the door of the box at the corner ahead was slammed open, and the people inside were eagerly poking their heads out, looking for the figure of tonight's protagonist.

The bright sound of music poured down like rain, and at the moment when the eyes of others also caught their eyes, Chi Xueyan felt a strange force coming from his side.

The handsome and gentle lover gently embraced his waist, and a hoarse whisper came from the extremely intimate distance.

"Sorry, bear with me."