MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 43

This is a coin that people cannot refuse.

So while Chi Xueyan couldn't stop smiling, he put it in his pocket casually.

Cold coins fall into warm pockets, stay with the requisite keys, candy.

In addition to the so far still mysterious origin, He Qiao's seemingly simple character is also a little unknown at certain moments.

Sometimes tactful, sometimes frank and direct.

He often does surprising things, and it seems that this should be the case, so that he will not go out of line.

Under the combined effect of the handwritten note and the tooth strawberry, Chi Xueyan accepted the first fine in this way, acquiescing to He Qiao's interference in his private life.

The second and third tranche that followed naturally had no reason to refuse.

He is not too picky about food, and basically eats everything, but the chefs in the restaurant of the media company are really very skilled, much more delicious and richer than the takeaway, and they often introduce new ones.

The employees pretended not to notice that the company’s restaurant suddenly became very active in new updates. They just greeted Mr. Chi more enthusiastically when they met him every day.

Compared with the unfamiliar formality at first, there was a more relaxed and cheerful atmosphere in those greetings.

The days are still very ordinary, and silent changes are brewing.

Every night after get off work, Chi Xueyan would receive the same small gift box.

He thus discovered that strawberries can grow into so many strange shapes.

The round body and two pointed lower edges are healthy and full teeth.

The lower edge becomes four sharp corners, and with the bulging upper body, it becomes a little jellyfish waving tentacles.

When the upper body disappears, leaving only the green stalks close to the four corners, it will look like a crooked butterfly.

The strawberries in each gift box are unusually cute.

Every strawberry will be eaten by Chi Xueyan who has finished admiring it.

But before eating it, he will take a picture of it.

There are no two identical leaves in this world, and no two identical strawberries.

Someone sent him a unique and weird strawberry, and it seemed a waste not to keep it as a souvenir.

At the same time, Chi Xueyan's office window also grew a unique scenery.

The fenced-off space next to the high-end office building was quickly completed and the fence was removed.

It was a big billboard, which was transported in the middle of the night and stood firmly on Maple Leaf Road.

It is quite normal for a media company to have a billboard for publicity next to it.

This morning, when Chi Xueyan walked into the clinic, he heard colleagues discussing the latest street scene.

"Hey, when was this built? I didn't even notice."

"Just these few days, didn't you see it? I was curious with An'an, what the **** was going on, I didn't expect it to be a billboard."

"But it doesn't look like an advertisement. There are no products, just one sentence."

"The media company in the opposite building belongs to the catering group. Maybe it's warming up for some brand activities to be held later."

"Yes, it makes sense."

The colleague nodded thoughtfully, stared at the billboard, and couldn't help but ask the colleagues around him: "What are you having for dinner tonight?"

Chi Xueyan at the side followed their line of sight.

On the brand-new billboard, the first "advertisement" that appeared on the flashing neon screen was a single-color background with a line of concise text.

[What's for dinner tonight? ]

It’s like asking every stranger who can see this billboard, leaving a small suspense in their hearts with the most common inquiry, so that countless similar and different conversations will sound on the roadside and in front of the window, in exchange for future days A series of subconsciously curious eyes from here.

Also like asking the real, only recipient.

It is what the advertising company under the catering group will do.

It was also something that He Qiao would do, who had pasted a note on the window that he had something to leave.

The words are the color of strawberries, and the background is the same color as the gift box.

So Chi Xueyan looked at it for a while, then walked to the office, took out his mobile phone on the way, and sent a message to He Qiao who had just separated.

[Shahryar: Fondue? ]

He didn't need to explain to He Qiao what the problem with this answer was.

[Little Eleven: Do you eat at home? ]

He Qiao didn't need him to ask why he came up with the idea of ​​the billboard.

[Little Eleven: I always put stickers on the windows, it seems very childish. ]

Chi Xueyan replied him with a smile.

[Shahryar: Eat at home. ]

[Shahryar: Looks more mature now. ]

Although there is a childishness behind the maturity that only he knows.

Before officially starting work, Chi Xueyan took a photo of the billboard.

Then, he sent it to the family chat group.

When the work in the morning came to an end, he turned on his mobile phone after he was free, and saw that his parents had sent a screen full of chat content.

In the beginning, it was simply an answer to the question in the photo.

[Mr. Chi: You can't eat the dishes made by Aunt Ling, haha. ]

[Han Dong: Actually, I was wondering whether I should go out to eat barbecue. I haven’t been to the one at the intersection for a long time. Do Yanyan want to come back and eat together? Call He Qiao together. ]

[Han Dong: ...Wait, isn't the road to your clinic in this photo? I just thought it was a meme. ]

[Mr. Chi: Really, it's all maple trees. ]

[Han Dong: I remembered! Xiaoyue just told me yesterday that Heqiao Company is planning some promotional activity recently, so it was actually for you to see? ]

The most ardent and straightforward love, the most natural and subtle way.

Even Han Zhenzhen, who has a straightforward personality and is afraid of being nasty, couldn't say anything critical. After a long time of feeling in his heart, he finally choked out a meaningful tone.

[Han Dong: Tsk. ]

[Han Dong: Old Chi, you still have the nerve to laugh at your son, look at He Qiao, if you want to follow suit, you won't be able to learn. ]

[Han Dong: I actually wanted to beat him up that night, but luckily he didn't see the club. ]

[Mr. Chi: ...]

[Mr. Chi: No, I just wanted to play golf at that time. ]

[Mr. Chi: Really! ]

[Han Dong: Fart! ]

Chi Xueyan watched and smiled, and slid the couple's chatting to the end, it was Han Zhenzhen who @his question on purpose.

[Han Dong: Anyway, it's romantic enough, this marriage is quite right. ]

[Han Dong: This made me suddenly want to see how He Qiao usually does housework. Last time I said I would go over and give guidance. ]

[Han Dong: When will you do the general cleaning? How is this weekend? ]

[Han Dong: @Shahryar Yanyan, remember to get back to me after get off work. ]

... Chi Xueyan suddenly felt as if he had lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

But he doesn't seem to resist.

[Shahryar: Then this weekend. ]

He didn't even need to ask if He Qiao was free on the weekend.

Because He Qiao never went out on weekends to deal with official business. At most, he just looked through documents, reports and business books in his spare time at home. If Chi Xueyan asked him for something, he would put it down immediately.

This is actually a state that Chi Xueyan is more familiar with.

The same is true of his parents, who have agreed that as long as they come home from work, they are not allowed to talk about anything in the company.

Life and work are clearly separated, and life becomes pure.

The word home has also become very pure.

The "home" that appears more and more frequently.

[Shahryar: My mom said to come over on weekends and watch us clean. ]

[Little Eleven: Good. ]

When Chi Xueyan promised Han Zhenzhen, she told her to come in the afternoon, because they would sleep in in the morning, after all, they were rest days twice a week.

In fact, this was a rare weekend where he didn't sleep in.

There is still a lot to do in the morning before the afternoon cleaning.

For example, dress up the deserted and empty master bedroom in the past to create the illusion of a husband and wife living together.

In the early morning, after eating the same breakfast every day, while He Qiao was tidying up in the kitchen, Chi Xueyan was studying the fireplace selected by Sheng Xiaoyue in the living room.

Half of the winter has passed, but they have not used this thing, and it is still intact as it was when they first moved in.

Because in the days we spent together before, there was no need for that kind of warm and drunken atmosphere.

Today is exactly the time.

Seeing the flames fluttering smoothly inside the beautiful fireplace, Chi Xueyan got up and went to his bedroom to move things.

The same goes for He Qiao.

The spacious and clean cloakroom gradually filled with two different styles of clothes, casual and serious.

He Qiao maintained a meticulous nature, and habitually placed them clearly and distinctly, so it was obvious that they were the clothes of two people.

As soon as he walked away, these things were disrupted by Chi Xueyan in a random way.

Haute couture suits and retro jackets are shoulder to shoulder, and a sports watch accidentally falls into a drawer full of ties.

The indifferent sense of order is invaded by lazy chaos.

It looks more like a long-lived home.

When He Qiao returned to the cloakroom, he was stunned first, then quickly admitted with a smile that he lacked consideration: "This is better."

Chi Xueyan thought so too.

This is better.

They worked together to pull up the quilt on the big bed that had no wrinkles at all, making it look fluffy and comfortable, and the pillow was deliberately imprinted, as if it had just spent a long night accompanied by a sweet dream.

Scattered and small objects began to embellish the beautiful but lonely furniture in the master bedroom.

There are different styles of furnishings on the two bedside tables.

On Chi Xueyan's side was a TV remote control, a tissue box, and an empty transparent vase.

It was a new vase he bought recently, just brought it from the cabinet next to his bed.

There are also three things on the side of Heqiao.

A hypnotic-looking foreign language book, a drinking glass, and an exquisitely shaped ceramic sugar box.

It must have been carefully packed with sugar, so it should taste good.

He Qiao himself doesn't like sweets very much, so it was prepared for him.

Standing by the bed, Chi Xueyan looked at the beautiful candy box, and actually wanted to tell He Qiao that he never ate candy before going to bed, because he would only go to bed after brushing his teeth.

He also wanted to say that he was not used to the position of the glass, and it might break accidentally.

But when Chi Xueyan was about to speak, he retracted every word in an instant.

He thought, he was becoming uncertain.

If He Qiao picked up a candy with an unknown flavor from that beautiful candy box and handed it to him, he didn't guarantee that his bedtime self would refuse it.

Anyway, the night is so long, I can brush my teeth again.

They are obviously only temporarily creating the illusion of living together.

But this seems to be a very tempting illusion that people can't help but want to put into practice.

At this moment of uncertainty, Chi Xueyan suddenly realized that, unlike in the past, he didn't think about anything at the moment when he took a picture of the billboard and sent it to his parents.

Not thinking about what people in love should do, not thinking about what to say to be more like a loving partner.

Just simply did it.

He stood still, thinking of more things.

A warm orange flame is burning in the fireplace outside the bedroom, and there are light and soft crackling sounds from time to time. The light reflects the dust floating in the air. Many strange-shaped red strawberries in gift boxes were placed on the dining table, and the ordinary sweetness has been renewed. It is shaped into a freshness that changes every day, the window frame is elegant green, and the outside is the quiet winter.

The scenery in the room was like a flowing oil painting, exuding a smell that reminded people of eternity.

Chi Xueyan used to never believe in eternity. Many of the beauties he chased were fleeting moments. He has long been accustomed to a certain reincarnation that recurs in his life: he becomes interested in one thing, and waits for it to bloom to the extreme. Pleasant enough, then thrown away when it gets dark.

Precisely because a rose withers quickly, its appearance in full bloom is precious. The most unforgettable beauty is often accompanied by irreparable brokenness.

The former Chi Xueyan didn't think that his future self would have the idea of ​​spending the rest of his life with anyone.

He has always felt that getting along with himself is a unique pleasure, because only he knows the unpredictable self best, and knows where the glass is most convenient.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that misplacing the water glass is actually irrelevant, and even better, it is a kind of happiness that is completely different from the comfort of being alone.

If it is the person in front of you.

If the cup was accidentally broken by him, what would He Qiao say?

He guessed that He Qiao would not be angry or blamed, but would take the initiative to get the cleaning tools.

When picking up the broken glass, would he chant Sui Sui Ping An like Han Zhenzhen did? Or do you complain about being taken aback like Ike Nakahara?

Chi Xueyan could guess his general reaction, but couldn't imagine the specific details.

That is to rely on the long and dull days to fill in the blanks of the description little by little.

The real and trivial life spent together with each other.

In any case——Chi Xueyan thought—he would take He Qiao to buy some new cups after he cleaned up the glass shards.

Maybe one, maybe many.

He didn't know what kind of cup he would choose at that time.

I don't know what He Qiao would say and do at that time.

But he is imagining these beautiful unknowns that are blowing in the wind.

Whether the relationship is short or long, broken or eternal.

He wasn't sure, and it didn't matter.

Chi Xueyan still doesn't know how to accurately judge the arrival of love.

He just imagined a scene that would happen sooner or later: the broken glass on the floor, He Qiao who was carefully picking up the pieces, and him who was about to pick out a new glass.

Love is like a game that can give brilliant meaning to common memory.

In a very short moment, the past, present and future of time are intertwined, making the present and present with limited space expand into a boundless ocean. On the sparkling summer sea, he sat in the middle of the boat and watched the sea breeze Blowing beautiful flames.

It was the flame burning in the fireplace, the orange-red dancing wind.

The wind gently brought the pleasant and gentle voices of the people around me.

Seeing that the person standing opposite the bed stopped moving and fell into a long silence, He Qiao asked him, "What's wrong?"

After being woken up by him, Chi Xueyan blinked and withdrew his thoughts suddenly.

"I'm distracted."

His answers are always crisp.

So He Qiao asked seriously: "What are you thinking?"

"Thinking of the blue sea, the white yacht, and the three wine glasses shaken to pieces by the waves."

His thoughts, too, were always wandering.

For example, for no reason, I remembered the day I went fishing with my broken-hearted friend.

He Qiao didn't ask any more questions because he knew that Chi Xueyan hadn't finished speaking.

He stared at his lover who was shrouded in sunlight on the opposite side. His vision in the morning was exceptionally clear and clear, and he could clearly see the golden light parked on the brilliant and dazzling hair ends.

"Also, you called me."

When Chi Xueyan said this, he suddenly laughed, and all the sunlight around him disappeared.

"At the last moment of saying goodbye, I said to you, see you tomorrow, and you said the same thing to me."

While the memory was slowly flowing, He Qiao seemed to be able to see his own strong reflection in his clear eyes.

It is the only reflection among them.

In the master bedroom where they had never lived together, the person with the reflection in his eyes stared at him intently with a light tone.

"I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that day was beautiful."