MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 39

Chi Xueyan's Christmas Eve ended with a long string of enthusiastic praises from Sheng Xiaoyue on the other end of the phone.

After eating the cake, He Qiao took the initiative to contact his mother and told her about the birthday that she had been looking forward to for several days.

The first was a birthday he spent not with his mother, but with his newly married sweetheart.

She likes every episode that He Qiao talks about, likes the adventure of wandering around the campus, likes the hundred coins on the karaoke stand, and even more likes the matcha muffin cake decorated with marshmallows.

In a separate phone call to Chi Xueyan, she said that this was the most romantic and special birthday she had ever heard.

Chi Xueyan thought, this mother and child are very similar, the resemblance is in the bones.

Like He Qiao, she likes this birthday very much, and also likes him very much.

It was not an emotion that could be faked, just like in the past days, when He Qiao finally escaped from that house, he often remembered to call his mother.

Although Chi Xueyan once thought that it was He Qiao who did a good job of superficiality.

But when Sheng Xiaoyue chatted with him happily, she talked about the large bouquet of pink roses she received from He Qiao today. On the card was written wishes that she would be young and happy forever.

"I remember that on the day you received your certificate, he ordered a cart of flowers for you at the flower shop, and when he came home, he also brought me a bouquet of pink roses."

The mother never felt that any strange changes had taken place in her son, and she was sincerely happy for this Christmas Eve and this marriage.

"It's as beautiful as the bunch I received today. Pink is my favorite color. How about you, Koike? What color do you like?"

The child's birthday is the mother's good day, so He Qiao sent her pink roses.

Earlier, on the day when he suddenly got married, he did not forget this little ceremony.

Chi Xueyan listened to the bright and beautiful pink rose on the other end of the phone, and suddenly thought of that silent yellow flower.

It came from a foreign novel he had read. The university teacher who taught literature also said that he should read it to his lover as a good night story before going to bed.

The yellow flower encountered by chance in the park is the salvation of a desolate person. The extreme beauty suddenly lights up the remaining bleak life of him.

So a yellow flower is an image suitable to be associated with a lover. At that time, Chi Xueyan only thought of this, but did not recall the details of the story.

——The protagonist of the novel once felt desolate because he felt that in the accidental folds of time, he encountered his own reborn body, and thus concluded that all people are immortal, and there will be countless reborn bodies repeating the past destiny .

An independent rebirth, a regretful little mermaid.

A yellow flower written by a foreign writer, like the mermaid story adapted by Chi Xueyan, seems to have a different meaning in his current life.

Those inexplicably missing parts and detailed and inconsistent details in He Qiao's memory made this logical and simple speculation shrouded in complex clouds.

However, Chi Xueyan, who is usually good at analyzing puzzles in detective novels, decided not to continue thinking.

Because the life in front of him is not a detective novel, and there is no God who can give a definite answer.

He occasionally wants to treasure the unknown.

Therefore, Chi Xueyan just stared at the bedside table quietly, said goodnight to Sheng Xiaoyue softly before hanging up the phone, and then thought in her heart that she would buy a vase another day and put it on the somewhat empty bedside table.

As for what flowers to buy as decorations, he hasn't decided yet.

Anyway, the days are still very long, he can think slowly.

Until he identified the only flower he wanted.

Outside the window, the moon was setting and the sun was rising. In the beautiful new house, Chi Xueyan said good night to He Qiao who had a Christmas tree and hot milk, and good morning to He Qiao who was one year older.

Getting up early to go to work in the new day, Chi Xueyan walked out of the room a little sleepy, and there was a familiar smell in the morning air.

He smelled the aroma of fried dumplings.

He Qiao was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Today it was no longer a healthy and light sandwich, but fried dumplings full of smoke.

As far as he knows, it is the second breakfast that Chi Xueyan likes.

Chi Xueyan guessed that it would taste similar to the fried dumplings in the university cafeteria next door.

He walked to the dining table, and He Qiao came out with a plate full of fried dumplings, the timing was just right.

When the two were having breakfast face to face, Chi Xueyan remembered something, and suddenly asked him: "Did you really sleep until half past seven?"

Before He Qiao got up early because he wanted to attend the morning meeting of the group, Chi Xueyan would get up at seven o'clock due to different working hours.

In those days, every day was a rush to meet and part and respect each other as guests.

When Chi Xueyan asked, she looked into He Qiao's eyes with great interest.

He Qiao also stared at him: "No, I should have woken up earlier than you, but I just stayed in the room."

"Why?"

"I guess you'll find it awkward."

After being woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, it is probably the most real and defenseless time period for a person. It is best to only get along with close people in the same space, rather than with partners who don’t want to have unnecessary intersections.

Hearing the answer that was so true, Chi Xueyan smiled, and then continued to eat fried dumplings with his head down.

"You guessed it right." He praised, "The fried dumplings are delicious, like a university cafeteria."

After this sentence, He Qiao's question seemed very natural: "Do you want to eat fried dumplings tomorrow morning?"

Chi Xueyan maintained his usual answer: "I'm just eating, and the cook has the final say on what to eat."

Hearing the teasing in his tone, He Qiao paused, and stopped circling around with high-sounding reasons.

He decided to ask directly: "Do you want to go to work together today?"

Their companies are located face to face and could have gone to work together.

Hearing this proposal, Chi Xueyan raised her eyes to look at him: "Don't you need to attend the morning meeting with your dad?"

"My dad is on a business trip recently, so the morning meeting has been suspended." While explaining, He Qiao added, "I did attend before."

There was a smile on Chi Xueyan's face: "Well, I know."

He knew that He Qiao had been looking into his eyes and never looked away, he was not lying.

So Chi Xueyan didn't ask what He Qiao was going to do when he went to the company an hour earlier.

He just went out with He Qiao after eating breakfast, and got into the increasingly familiar black luxury car.

Going out to work together for the first time.

There was a faint scent of roses in the car, and the two dried flower sachets placed one behind the other made the morning even more fragrant.

The traffic lights outside the car window were changing and flickering, and pedestrians were coming and going, as usual.

You don't have to drive yourself, you can let your mind wander unscrupulously.

Chi Xueyan took out the earphones from his pocket, intending to listen to some music to refresh his mind and start his busy day.

Anyway, He Qiao next to him had documents to look at, so it wasn't suitable for chatting, and he didn't want to disturb the other party.

But when the music played to the next song, five minutes passed, and Chi Xueyan, who was looking at the scenery outside the window, accidentally looked back, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the document in the hands of the people around him, still stuck on the very first page.

He glanced across the pages of ink-black text and large headlines and into those often tender eyes.

The music in the earphones is loud, but the world suddenly becomes quiet.

At this moment, Chi Xueyan realized something belatedly.

In the movie theater that day, He Qiao was not looking at the hollow French fries that fell on the floor, or even watching a movie.

His sight and heart fell elsewhere.

The four eyes met, and after a very short moment of silence, Chi Xueyan took off an earphone and handed it over with a smile.

"Would you like to listen to it? It's heavy metal that might take your breath away."

He Qiao took the earphones that were faintly emitting noise from his hand, and his tone was still very strict like that of a good student: "I'll try it."

The quiet morning suddenly became deafening.

But it's the sound coming from the same pair of headphones.

Swipe your fingertips across your palms, and the smell of the rose sachet is finally covered, and what is more vivid is the breath of the people around you.

Chi Xueyan continued to look out of the window, distracted, and the pages beside her began to flip slightly.

When the song ends, the owner of the earphone switches the music.

Soothing piano music replaced the violent heavy metal, until the car drove into the underground garage of the clinic building, the tune in the earphones was still clear and lingering.

Amid the melodious music, Chi Xueyan took back the other earphone, watched the luxury car drive away, and turned to walk towards the elevator leading to the clinic.

He Qiao didn't ask the driver to stop at the gate of the building, he knew that he wanted to be an ordinary dentist who would not be surrounded by gossip voices every day.

He Qiao is always very careful.

So, what is he going to do when he comes to the company an hour early?

Chi Xueyan subconsciously felt that he would not really go to the company.

The boss suddenly moved the working hours earlier, and the secretary who learned about it could only come early on his own initiative, and other employees would wake up early because of this, causing chain reactions one after another.

He Qiao would not do such a thing.

Where will he go then?

With this unknown secret in mind, Chi Xueyan walked into the clinic, greeted Lu Yu's colleagues with a smile, and came to her office.

The suspense that belongs to today did not last long.

When he habitually walked to the window and opened the blinds, the answer to the mystery was instantly revealed.

The dark room suddenly became bright, and the bright sun was shining outside the glass window.

Chi Xueyan blinked reflexively, and when his vision cleared up, a familiar figure came into view.

On the wide and clean Maple Leaf Road, the red maple trees on both sides of the road are withering brilliantly in winter, the shops under the office buildings have opened their doors one after another, and the coffee shops for office workers are already in business.

The coffee shop is located on the first floor of that luxury office building, and can be clearly seen from the clinic window on the opposite floor.

Outdoors, there are dark green parasols, rattan tables and chairs, the flowing wind, and the freshly served coffee is steaming.

Among the customers sitting and chatting in the morning, Chi Xueyan saw the crisp black coat at a glance, even if it was just a silhouette.

The young man was sitting in front of the coffee table, looking down at the tablet computer in his hand, his side face was outlined with a deep and three-dimensional outline by the early winter sun, and the neckline of his coat revealed a light and soft color.

Chi Xueyan remembered that he was wearing a beige sweater today, this color seemed to be naturally suitable for the kitchen and winter.

And he judged through the binoculars that the coffee customer was using a tablet to watch the latest advertisement samples submitted by the employees.

This ad looks great.

He couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and called the person who was watching the advertisement.

While waiting for the call to be connected, Chi Xueyan stared at the scenery downstairs, and rarely remembered some past events.

In fact, he is very familiar with the feeling of being loved and being chased, to the point of being bored.

Sending breakfast, sending flowers, waiting for him to finish class, asking out to play, trying to find topics to chat with...

Chi Xueyan has always rejected every suitor categorically and neatly, killing any signs of it.

Not only because he has no feelings for those people, but also because he is really fed up with those same pursuit methods, and even the love that should be novel and unknown seems to have become monotonous and boring.

They often appear in his sight frequently, with noisy movements.

But He Qiao is different.

He just expressed his feelings in the calmest way.

He will choose to let himself appear or not appear in Chi Xueyan's vision when the time is right.

He Qiao even handed over the choice of whether to see him from the window to the person who wanted to chase him.

Chi Xueyan can leave the window at any time, stand there all the time, and pick up the binoculars.

This is something that makes people who don't want to fall in love find it interesting.

On the increasingly lively street, the phone in the coat pocket rang with a specially set ringtone.

He Qiao looked away from the screen in his hand quickly, tapped pause, and picked up the phone.

"He Qiao."

The caller read his name with a strong smile in his tone: "You haven't chased anyone, have you?"

He Qiao never surprised the other party's opening remarks that always came out of nowhere, holding the phone and looking up, looking for the figure that might be looking down on him from a height.

He replied seriously: "Yes."

Then, he heard Chi Xueyan's equally serious words.

"Just right." The voice from the other end of the phone was leisurely, "I have never been chased by anyone."

The person standing in front of the glass window looked at him, and the sunlight dyed his eyes into a smiling secret: "—in the way I like."