MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 21

The smell of the kiss was like a flame that flared up in the air.

It is the tip of the flame that flickers with the wind, suddenly soft like a dream.

The voice in his ears was hazy, and Chi Xueyan seemed to have returned to the night when he stood on the stage of the bar with flower petals all over his hair. He raised his eyes and suddenly saw the familiar white shirt in the crowd.

The people in the audience seemed to be equally enthusiastic, cheering and laughing overwhelmingly.

Lighting turns into sea breeze, microphones exchange wedding rings, and roses remain unchanged.

When the long kiss was over, the flame was extinguished, and the candle tears solidified into a strong memory, Chi Xueyan couldn't help but think that kissing is like this.

Indescribably special.

The lively voices around were far from stopping, and even became more excited.

Chi Xueyan blinked, only to belatedly realize that he was holding on to He Qiao's tie in full view.

The dark tie, which was carefully smoothed and hidden in the vest of the dress, has become wrinkled and messy.

When kissing, He Qiao wrapped his arms around his waist, while his fingers were tightly gripping the other party's tie.

I don't remember, it was a subconscious action.

As if you should be ashamed.

But Chi Xueyan was only stunned for a short moment before laughing again.

He didn't hastily let go of his hand as anyone imagined, or quickly lowered his head to restore He Qiao's original meticulous appearance.

On the contrary, Chi Xueyan casually pulled out the tie that belonged to the groom from the sleek suit vest.

The supple fabric was instantly swept up by the wind, fluttering along with the sudden burst of screams from the young people present.

Climbing up with his fingertips, in the next second, he loosened the perfectly shaped bow tie with one hand, undid the top button of the shirt, and freed his lover who was close at hand from the tight shackles.

Amid the booing that instantly became crazy around her, Chi Xueyan stared at her titular partner, as if explaining: "It's better to relax."

He prefers the casual look of the person in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Chi Xueyan leaned over to talk to He Qiao again, her voice whispered in her ears again, with a faint smile: "You are free, He Qiao."

After a brief stay, he turned his gaze away, looked at the unfamiliar or familiar faces off the stage, and finally said softly: "Me too."

The sea and the wind are still the same, only the lip color that was initially light has become a little brighter.

He Qiao didn't respond, he watched Chi Xueyan turn around and pick up the rose bouquet, and threw it to the crowd below with a smile.

In the classic flower bouquet throwing session, single guests opened their arms to receive the flowers.

The precious rose drew a parabola in the air, attracting many eyes.

But the most eye-catching focus of the audience was still the young man with red hair.

He will always be the most dazzling and special person in the vast crowd.

He is also free without words.

The freedom to never be trapped by anything outside.

He Qiao subconsciously thought, this is not a scenery that only he can see.

The bouquet finally fell into the arms of a young girl, Chi Xueyan's college classmate, who had gossiped about their love history on the night of the bachelor party.

She smiled brightly, raised a beautiful rose high, and waved vigorously towards the ceremony stage.

The young and handsome university teacher stood in the crowd, the coquettish little girl leaned in his arms, and kept gesticulating love to the dentist brother in the distance, revealing a new tooth that hadn't fully erupted when he spoke.

The chubby bar owner held up his mobile phone, took countless romantic photos, and prepared to choose the most sensational picture from them.

The groomsmen in formal attire kept applauding and booing, and He Xiao was among them, his eyes seemed to be full of sincere blessings.

Sheng Xiaoyue lowered her head and wiped her uncontrollable tears, while Han Zhenzhen smiled and brought out her foundation to help her touch up her makeup.

He Huaili looked forward with relief, and at the same time did not forget to pass a tissue to his wife.

Chi Zhongyuan, with red eyes, clapped his hands heavily, and took out a piece of crumpled paper from his suit pocket, as if he was still seized the last time to review his speech, and secretly wiped away the tears that did not match his image.

The lawn is full of familiar or unfamiliar people, and no one can ignore the unforgettable brilliance of today's protagonist.

Among the people who had seen Chi Xueyan before, Chen Xinzhe stretched out his hands in front of him like a trumpet, shouting blessings, still in that very familiar and courteous manner, with the gold chain around his neck dangling back and forth.

Ye Qing is no longer the downcast and gloomy night of the typhoon, he has returned to his high-spirited appearance, and applauds solemnly, for the lovers who changed his destiny completely on a whim during the rainy night.

Among the people who saw Chi Xueyan for the first time, Fang Shier's parents smiled and applauded, whispering to each other, perhaps talking about the red-haired groom who gave his son a hard beating.

Even the jazz band's performance did not noticeably miss a few beats. The blond band members looked at each other, and the smiles on their faces were somewhat real. In this country known for its restraint and restraint, it is rare to see such a bold And fiery people.

The young man who was in charge of communicating with the foreign bands was also smiling, and behind the thick glasses was pure envy, for the contagious freedom of doing whatever he wanted on the ceremony stage without shackles.

On the shaded lawn, the camera lens moved smoothly, and dedicated photographers recorded every second of happy moments.

In all the extremely lively scenery, after Chi Xueyan experienced the first time in her life tossing a bouquet, she seemed to be in a good mood and looked sideways at her partner.

He called him affectionately again: "Honey."

The next sentence is: "It's time to call it a day."

He took the initiative to stretch out his hand and returned to the crowd with He Qiao on his arm.

The most important step is finally over.

Then it's time for the parents.

Chi Zhongyuan, who had the appearance of a tough guy, finally did not accidentally say the wrong name of his son when he was speaking, but at the end of the speech, his eyes turned red involuntarily.

Then he cleared his throat and explained casually: "The wind blows, it's not crying."

Han Zhenzhen looked away dumbfounded, and Sheng Xiaoyue, who was beside her, had just finished applying her makeup, almost burst into tears again.

Others, of course, laughed like crazy.

It was the turn of this very contrasting father to accept everyone's applause.

Ren Xuan, who was sitting below, couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't expect Dr. Chi's father to have such a personality. It seems that he is more like his mother."

The little niece in her arms smiled, remembering what the dentist brother said: "You must not have listened to brother Yanyan's story that day. His father loves to cry and eats sweets. He also cries when he has a toothache. Tears More than me."

This is a story that many children who come to the dentist have heard, plus a vivid and interesting photo of the scene.

Ren Xuan: ...

He suddenly felt a little sympathetic to this handsome and stalwart tough guy father on stage.

After all the important links were over, Wang Shaojing had taken enough photos and wanted to select the ones with the best atmosphere.

But after opening the photo album and revisiting it, I found that every one is very good.

Although Chi Xueyan's request was too strange, it has to be said that after witnessing such a happy wedding with his own eyes, Wang Shaojing was indeed deeply moved at the moment.

So he gave up racking his brains to write copywriting that he was not good at.

A moment later, a circle of friends filled with wedding photos was freshly released.

[After thinking about it for a long time, I'm still not very satisfied. ]

[Just use what I think is the most sensational blessing. ]

[We must be united forever, and the white heads will never be separated! ]

In the photo in the center, surrounded by roses and the coastline, a couple kiss passionately.

The groom whose tie was grabbed by his lover lowered his head slightly.

He seemed to have the most gentle gaze in the world.

The blue sea behind is sparkling, and the snow-white waves hit the shore, as if there are bright fish tails returning to the sea.

Even the wind stops here.

After the ceremony, there was a leisurely wedding banquet, and the guests chatted happily.

After completing the task, as soon as he relaxed, Chi Xueyan became sleepy.

He wants to sleep.

Ike Nakahara barely slept last night, slept in the lounge for a while in the morning, but didn't get enough sleep at all.

Just had to drink some wine to refresh myself.

Chi Xueyan picked up the champagne on the tray, and casually asked He Qiao beside him: "Did your parents sleep well yesterday?"

He Qiao shook his head: "I don't know, I'm in my room."

Based on what he knew about them so far, Chi Xueyan guessed that Sheng Xiaoyue would suffer from insomnia, and He Huaili would accompany her.

He Qiao seemed to be resting well.

…not sure what his sleeping habits were like.

They will move into their new home together tonight.

Although they have divided their bedrooms before, they live in the same home after all.

For He Qiao, this is the best chance for him to move out in a legitimate way.

Chi Xueyan didn't need to escape from his family, so he didn't plan to live in a new home every day. He would often go back to his own home and live with his parents like in the past.

He felt that He Qiao should and would prefer to live alone in that house, so as not to be interfered by any outsiders.

But now that you are just married, you still have to try your best to get along with each other for a period of time.

Should be similar to roommates, right?

Chi Xueyan thought so.

As night fell, the grand wedding that lasted for one day finally came to an end. The guests who left blessings and gifts left one by one, taking away many unforgettable memories.

Chi Xueyan, who had survived to the end, finally breathed a sigh of relief after getting in the car heading to his new home.

It is still the elongated black luxury car with front and rear sound insulation.

A faint smell of alcohol lingered on him again.

This journey is not alone, because the two mothers insisted on sending their sons to the wedding room in person.

A group of people walked into the colorful and warm home lively.

Amidst the conversation of the elders, Chi Xueyan glanced at the bedroom he had chosen for himself that day, and then resignedly turned to the master bedroom with the most spacious area.

A bouquet of roses symbolizing love is specially placed on the bed in the master bedroom.

Fortunately, I didn't sprinkle the petals all over the bed, otherwise I would have to clean it up.

He was so sleepy.

Chi Xueyan, who was full of tiredness, went straight to the bathroom as soon as he entered the room. Seeing this, the parents immediately got up and walked out the door, chatting very bluntly about today's dinner and tomorrow's weather.

He Qiao sent them out.

The moon and stars are thin tonight, and laughter remains in the air.

He Qiao stood alone outside the house, watching the vehicle go away, and after a long time, he turned around.

Beautiful home is quiet everywhere.

The sound of the shower in the master bedroom has disappeared, and the lights have been turned off.

Like no one is in the room.

He Qiao stood outside the master bedroom door, hesitating for a moment.

His reflection is reflected in an ornamental vase beside it.

He had taken off his suit earlier, but his tie was still there, the first button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and his tie was a little askew.

Still maintaining the appearance of being torn loose by Chi Xueyan during the day.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.

The curtains were forgotten, the rose was lying on the chair, dotted with messy shirts, and the moonlight quietly covered the big bed.

Not as overwhelmed and relatively silent as expected.

Chi Xueyan had already fallen asleep.

He was lying on the left side of the big bed, without turning sideways, his posture seemed to be full of calm and peace of mind, and his breath was long.

The man standing at the door watched the scene silently.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

He Qiao thought, it was different from what he said at the beginning.

He sleeps apparently very quietly.