His Marriage Partner is Scheming - Chapter 45

Under the sun, the gleaming and beautiful candy wrapper stayed in the palm of my hand for a long time before being taken by the person in front of me.

Chi Xueyan watched He Qiao take over the crumpled candy wrapper, but instead of throwing it into the trash bag, he kept it in his palm.

He asked, “Why don’t you throw it away?”

He Qiao said: “It’s the first candy you took away, you should keep it.”

So Chi Xueyan stared at him for a while, chuckled and looked away, and didn’t speak again.

He has recognized love, but now is not the most opportune time to declare it.

In his past life, Chi Xueyan was very picky about many things. Except for three meals a day, he never compromised. Whether it was for people or things, he often demanded some kind of beauty and happiness that exceeded the worldly standards.

God seems to be partial to him, and is willing to generously realize his every picky wish, so he spent more than 20 years of brilliant and lucky.

He tried bungee jumping for the first time, and saw the most beautiful world when he fell.

The first attempt at love should also be the best confession written before the psalm begins.

This is a psychological activity that the crush does not need to know.

He just has to wait.

This period of waiting won’t be too long, because Chi Xueyan is always a straightforward person.

Before he officially mentioned love, there was one thing he wanted to settle completely.

——The novel that led him and He Qiao into an agreed marriage.

The cleaning was officially over, and the two went outside together to throw away the garbage bags.

After experiencing the bitter cold wind, and then returning to the warm house, a kind of happiness that belongs to winter will come.

There is also a slightly false surprise.

Chi Xueyan and He Qiao passed by the kitchen, as if they didn’t realize that Chizhong was there until now.

When Han Zhenzhen heard the movement, she immediately snatched the spatula from her husband, and then explained nonchalantly: “Aunt Ling is resting today, and your father is here to eat, so he will help me.”

Chi Xueyan felt that the nonsense he occasionally opened his mouth probably inherited from his mother.

In order to avoid being found out, Han Zhenzhen quickly changed the subject and randomly grabbed a lucky vegetable that instantly became the focus of attention on the kitchen countertop.

“By the way, I’ve never seen this kind of dish before. It looks weird, but the reviews say it tastes good.”

She said, and praised her son’s other half very sincerely: “That APP is pretty good for shopping, and the icons are also cute. There are different decorations for different festivals.”

In the shopping bag placed casually on the ground, there are familiar icons printed on it, and three small saplings with childish lines, now there is an extra embellishment full of youthfulness.

At Christmas, the three small trees in the icon wore red and white hats one by one. Now that the New Year is approaching, the big red blessing characters are pasted on the trees in advance, which is quite festive.

Even though the topic was changed very cleverly and naturally, Chi Xueyan still had to remind her mother who was chatting with a spatula.

His tone was also very sincere: “Mom, take a look at the pot, it’s smoking.”

“…”

Han Zhenzhen immediately ignored the two of them, and hurriedly turned around to ask for help: “Old Chi! It’s smoking!”

Lao Chi, who was also in a hurry, quickly picked up a bowl and rushed to the sink, and hurriedly turned on the faucet: “Add water, add water!”

“Hey, is it too much?!”

“…It seems to be, but it doesn’t matter, it will burn dry after a while.”

It sounds reasonable, but I feel that something is wrong.

Han Zhenzhen was silent for a second, thinking that the most urgent thing is to drive away the onlookers: “You two finished cleaning? I’ll wash some fruit for you, go sit and rest outside, and watch TV.”

Looking at the scene in front of him, this time it was He Qiao’s turn to hesitate to speak.

Forget it, there are chestnut sandwiches anyway.

The two returned to the living room obediently, and let the two elders toss about the kitchen.

Chi Xueyan turned on the TV casually, and sighed: “I hope I can eat that bowl of strange-looking vegetables tonight.”

Instead of seeing it lying black in the trash can.

He Qiao thought about it seriously: “If it’s a simple stir-fry, it shouldn’t be too bad.”

Chi Xueyan dispelled his illusions: “My mother will definitely choose a complicated method.”

So He Qiao restrained himself to keep his evaluation of Auntie Han, and instead promised: “If you want to eat, I will make it for you tomorrow.”

Chi Xueyan said with a smile: “Put it in the sandwich instead of lettuce?”

“…I didn’t expect this approach.” He Qiao said honestly, “You can try it.”

Chi Xueyan thought, the chestnut sandwich that lived in imagination became more and more strange.

He likes the weirdness.

Because it’s only about each other.

Although the two of them may not be able to eat it tonight, the fact that this rare vegetable from a remote place can appear on countless tables of ordinary people is directly related to the two of them.

This is a newly launched special section of the 3Trees app, covering a series of novel products that are uncommon but unique in the market, attracting a lot of attention.

Dating back to a long time ago, this app was not called Three Trees, and it should have been a failed project that was about to be eliminated from the market.

It was Chi Xueyan who “saved” the frustrated entrepreneurs and gave the app a new name.

And He Qiao really implemented that “rescue”, and led this project to a road with a broader prospect.

A butterfly **** its wings gently, setting off a storm in the distant future.

There are many beautiful things in this world, but because they appear in the wrong place and are not discovered by the person who should love it the most, they can only rot alone in the end.

So now, strange vegetables are on the table, new equipment is on the farm, and everything is going the right way.

All because of the appearance of butterflies.

No butterfly known to a third person.

There was frequent movement and stillness in the kitchen, and the TV played just the right lively background sound. In the most everyday atmosphere, Chi Xueyan decided to mention the novel to He Qiao for the last time.

Start with three trees.

He looked at the people around him: “During this period of time, you have managed your business very well.”

Whether it is Wanjia Media, which was taken over from He Xiao, or Ye Qing Company, which participated in the investment decision-making, the former works frequently, while the latter develops rapidly.

The thin word lucky can no longer explain everything in front of me.

As their biological parents, He Huaili and Sheng Xiaoyue would of course prefer to believe that their son’s innate business talent had been brought into play, and his seriousness and diligence in the past few months were obvious to all.

“He Qiao” just has an innocent personality. In fact, like his elder brother, he has more or less inherited the calm and delicate part of his father’s personality, as well as tenacity and intelligence. He is indeed naturally suitable for business.

The influence of the romantic enthusiasm in his mother’s genes just balanced the possible over-cautiousness, making his temperament more suitable for the advertising industry that requires a certain amount of adventure and creativity.

As for the Three Trees APP, whose installed capacity is growing explosively, it has always been operated by Ye Qing’s own team. He Qiao’s greatest contribution is that he accidentally got acquainted with Ye Qing who was at a low ebb at that time. He recommended him to He Huaili.

His ability and good luck have combined to create the current results.

This is a perfect and self-consistent logic in the eyes of parents who are proud of their son, without the slightest doubt.

The only He Xiao who wouldn’t be proud of him was just the opposite, and would definitely notice something strange.

It’s not like “He Qiao” a few months ago.

At that time, although he was smart, he had no ambition and no interest in doing business. He usually just hung out with rich second-generation friends, played games, had fun at parties, and lived a relaxed but mediocre life. A day reserved for the lucky spoon-born.

Other relatives and friends felt that the sudden love and marriage changed He Qiao.

But He Xiao believed from the very beginning that this hasty marriage was just an unequal game.

The willful and powerful Chi Xueyan dominates He Qiao who is unilaterally obsessed with him, which will inevitably bring misfortune to the latter sooner or later, and it is definitely not the extraordinarily complete happiness and success now.

So He Xiao must have doubts in his heart.

At the same time, Chi Xueyan discovered that He Qiao no longer deliberately concealed his behavior as before.

He no longer uses the name of love to wrap his career ambitions, such as handing his father’s business card to a down-and-out entrepreneur who doesn’t know the details because of a joke from his lover.

Now it’s completely reversed. In the name of his career, he secretly treasures his love.

Chi Xueyan remembered what Han Zhenzhen said before, and then asked, “You only told your parents this time that the billboard was erected because the company was planning a promotional event?”

He Qiao nodded lightly: “It’s enough that you can see it.”

So there is no need to try to prove it loudly to others.

It’s more like what love looks like.

It is also like a step-by-step foreshadowing before breaking free.

Chi Xueyan said with a sigh: “I guess you are about to take revenge on him.”

I thought about it earlier, and the fairest way is to fight an eye with an eye.

He Qiao didn’t deny it: “Well, let’s say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.”

That is to say, it will be completed before the official arrival of the new year.

Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan have long been planning this New Year’s Eve for two people who have been separated for more than 20 years. For the first time, they can confidently play without their son, and there is a high probability that they will travel abroad.

So this year’s Spring Festival, if nothing else happens, Chi Xueyan will spend it with He Qiao and his family.

Thinking of this, He Qiao added: “It should be very peaceful and won’t spoil your New Year’s mood.”

Hearing his serious tone, Chi Xueyan couldn’t help laughing: “Do you want me to be with you then?”

He was looking forward to it.

He Qiao looked into his eyes: “If you want.”

Chi Xueyan replied very lightly: “Well, I am willing.”

There is always a strange tacit understanding between them.

He Qiao chose to bid farewell to the biggest ailment on “He Qiao” before the arrival of the new year.

So did Chi Xueyan.

In the kitchen not far away, the husband and wife stood shoulder to shoulder, stubbornly groping for the heat and seasoning, vowing to cook a table of decent dishes.

He could hear Han Zhenzhen laughing and complaining from time to time.

It was a familiar voice that had accompanied him for more than 20 years, even if he listened to it from a distance, it was still nostalgic.

Mom seems to be the most special word in the world.

No matter how old her son is, she always remembers to buy a bag of fried chestnuts that he loves to take home.

The fire in the fireplace is flickering, long stretches of warmth.

For Chi Xueyan, there is only one unsatisfactory place left in the unfinished story.

So he thought for a while, and then said softly: “I don’t want to know anything else in the book, it doesn’t matter.”

“There’s only one episode, and I want to know the exact details of how it happened.”

He paused, and asked, “When did Lu Siyi’s mother have an accident?”

This is a “background story” that is not very important to romance novels. Logically speaking, it will not be described in detail, nor will the specific time and place be written.

But he felt that He Qiao should know about it.

Chi Xueyan guessed that since the big villain who silently fell in love with the entourage behind him had told “He Qiao” about the love photos, he should also have told him the details about the hatred.

If it had been him, he would have said it.

Because these are the two secrets at the poles of “Chi Xueyan’s” life, either they are all buried in the heart, and once one of them is mentioned to someone, the other cannot be kept anymore.

The former represents the “I love you” that is happening.

The latter represents “I don’t love him” in the past, and “I wasn’t so bad in the past”.

It’s all about talking to the people you love.

The only person I love.

The only one who didn’t want him to misunderstand himself.

“Chi Xueyan” wanted to tell “He Qiao” that he was never someone who would do anything for love, and he didn’t do anything in that accident that no one wanted to see.

Later, the reason for his entanglement with “Lu Siyi” for a long time was not love, but anger, anger after his good intentions were misinterpreted, and paranoia after his sincerity was let down.

It’s a pity that “He Qiao” in the story doesn’t seem to understand the core part of these secrets – love.

Chi Xueyan felt sorry for this.

There is also a subtle sense of joy.

In a novel that is sad enough for its villains, there is at least one tender part.

“He Qiao” didn’t know how “Chi Xueyan” died.

So the current He Qiao doesn’t know, and the current Chi Xueyan doesn’t know either.

He thought it was fine.

At the same time, looking at it calmly from the perspective of an outsider at this moment, Chi Xueyan guessed that it might have been a particularly special time, which made the already stubborn “Lu Siyi” lose his mind even more, and made that guess that later led to a series of mistakes.

In this world, he met Lu Siyi in August.

If it was like in the original story, after a few months of acquaintance, Chi Xueyan, who has been chasing unilaterally but has not received a response, should also feel annoyed, and then simply let go.

But an accident just happened, and from then on, everyone’s fate was changed by accident.

That was about this period of time, around the Spring Festival when the family was supposed to be reunited.

Chi Xueyan’s reasoning was always correct.

After a brief silence, He Qiao answered him in a low voice: “In the morning after two weeks.”

Seeing Chi Xueyan lowering his eyes, as if thinking about something, he asked, “Do you want me to go with you?”

Similar questions, different questioners.

Chi Xueyan looked up into He Qiao’s eyes and shook his head: “I will take care of it, just tell me the specific details.”

This matter has nothing to do with He Qiao.

It has nothing to do with “Heqiao”.

That was his own farewell to the old and welcome in the new.

After that, I bid farewell to the novel full of sighs, and faced the life in front of me without any worries.

It makes people want to cherish life more.

Now he has not embarked on that road of self-willedness, but he has a very clear understanding of the extreme cruelty of fate when he falls all the way.

It seems to be a kind of luck.

The luck that has always been favored by heaven.

Chi Xueyan and He Qiao quickly ended their conversation about the novel.

Because Han Zhenzhen finally couldn’t bear it and asked for help outside the venue, she was as reluctant as her son to part with that strange-looking dish, and hoped that it would have an elegant and dignified ending in He Qiao’s hands.

The sun melts into dusk, and dusk condenses into twilight.

There are thousands of lights outside the window, and under the lights is dinner for four people.

This wasn’t the best dinner He Qiao had ever had, but it might be the most memorable.

Not only because of the chestnuts and sugar wrappers before dinner, but also the conversation and laughter during dinner.

Also because of everything that happened after this dinner.

After Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan visited their married life and left contentedly, the master bedroom was not restored to its previous empty and lonely appearance.

In the cloakroom of the master bedroom, where chaos and order are intertwined, the appearance deliberately created on the day of cleaning was basically maintained. Chi Xueyan seemed to be too lazy to toss again, and only took away a few pieces of clothes that he often wore.

On the bedside table that belonged to him, there were still three things intact.

TV remotes, tissue boxes, and empty transparent vases.

It was Chi Xueyan’s new vase recently bought from the bedside table in his room.

He returned to his bedroom to live and live as usual, but he didn’t take this brand new vase with him.

I have never bought flowers.

Maybe I forgot, maybe I haven’t found the flower I like yet.

During the two weeks that passed slowly, He Qiao would occasionally go into the master bedroom to get things, and he would always see the transparent vase that was beautifully illuminated by the sunlight, and the colorful ceramic sugar box on the opposite cabinet.

Like Chi Xueyan, he didn’t remove all the things, but only some commonly used items.

The vase awaits the flowers, the bedroom awaits the owner.

He waited for Chi Xueyan to finish what he wanted to do.

The waiting with the ending is happiness.

The night before that day came, Chi Xueyan went to the bathroom in the master bedroom to take a bath, and the bathtub was already filled with water of just the right temperature.

Before closing the door, he said good night to He Qiao in a normal tone.

He Qiao also said softly, “Good night.”

The warm yellow light in the bathroom illuminated his hair softly, an almost transparent softness.

But He Qiao turned around and left the master bedroom with the lights dimmed as usual.

When he passed by the bed, he subconsciously looked at the increasingly familiar bedside table.

Pale silver moonlight bathes the beautiful empty vase.

Outside the glass window on a winter night, a butterfly flies lightly.

It passed through similar but different windows, wandering in the sometimes dim and sometimes colorful night.

Under the flashing neon lights, the glass doors are constantly opening and closing, and young customers pour into this old bar that has been open for many years, enjoying different nights.

The bar owner, who always likes to chat with customers, seems to be busy today. He is sitting behind the bar, staring at the phone screen and scratching his hair.

The word fortune-telling, which Wang Shaojing never wanted to hear again in his life, still appeared in front of him again.

Chi Xueyan, who recently got into trouble with a fortune teller, asked him to do another thing.

In fact, the matter is very simple and not troublesome, but it sounds very outrageous.

It’s similar to posting a provocative circle of friends with a text, but it’s even more confusing.

Wang Shaojing even suspects that this old friend who thinks out of the box and often does amazing things is doing some kind of performance art.

Because he knew that Chi Xueyan didn’t believe in fate at all before, let alone fortune-telling.

And Wang Shaojing didn’t believe it either.

The more drunken or tearful guests he saw, the less he believed in fate.

He feels that the fate of all people is almost broken, but the degree of cracks is different.

It’s the first time in life, it’s too easy to make mistakes, and it’s too easy to get hurt. Sometimes, when you just feel pain, you will withdraw your hand, and sometimes, you will make more and more mistakes unconsciously, until the water is hard to recover.

Rather than saying it is a mysterious fate, it is better to say it is a choice within reach.

For example, Wang Shaojing chose to agree to help this small favor.

Because he can’t do anything with old friends.

The bar owner was full of confusion, and sent a message to the guest whose name he still didn’t know, so he noted it as “a graduate student who is not interested in horror movies”.

[SCA Bar-Wang: Mom, Jianshe Road has been closed for construction recently, and it’s been dug everywhere. Don’t try to save trouble when you buy vegetables tomorrow morning, can you save me some snacks? ]

After sending out this obviously wrong news, Wang Shaojing couldn’t help pouring himself a glass of wine to calm himself down.

Chi Xueyan gave him an unclear message, the tone of which was embellished by his own habits.

…he’s never done anything so weird in his life.

On the contrary, it seemed interesting.

As a bar owner who can see all living beings, he is always more accepting of weird things.

What does this news mean to the graduate student?

He didn’t know, because he was really confused when he read this passage, and almost wanted to study cryptography temporarily.

But Wang Shaojing would rather believe that it is meaningful.

Even if it is performance art that makes people puzzled, it is also a kind of meaning.

An hour later, he finally waited for the other party’s reply.

[Graduate student with no interest in horror films: ? ]

Upon receiving this cold question mark, Wang Shaojing heaved a long sigh of relief.

Chi Xueyan told him to make sure the other party saw the news.

He was finally able to make the last move: flamboyant and clumsy smoothing.

[SCA Bar-Wang: Oh, I’m going, why did I send it wrong! I want to send it to my mom. ]

[SCA Bar-Wang: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, ignore me, don’t mind! ]

Immediately afterwards, he skillfully sent out a series of “excuse me” kowtow emoticons.

Finally, take a screenshot of this nonsensical chat conversation, send it to Chi Xueyan, and call it a day.

Chi Xueyan thanked him, then imitated him, and also sent a series of “excuse me” emoticons.

Wang Shaojing just laughed and told him not to forget to watch the band perform in two days.

The last event before the bar closes for the New Year.

After gathering with old and new friends, Wang Shaojing will go home for a long Spring Festival.

Of course his mother would not go to Jianshe Road to buy vegetables, she is in her hometown.

The old couple started preparing New Year’s Eve dinner half a month in advance.

When I think of the dishes on the table, I feel greedy.

After finishing his work, Wang Shaojing put away his mobile phone, hid behind the bar and ate a pack of snacks, then got up, and greeted familiar or unfamiliar guests with a smile.

“Yo, here we come, long time no see.”

In the noisy bar, the lights above people’s heads flickered dimly.

In the silent corridor of the laboratory building, the only bright light streamed from the front window.

The young student passed by this room, couldn’t help reaching out and knocking on the door, and greeted the people inside: “Have you left yet?”

When he looked in, he found it strange that Lao Lu, who had always been insulated from entertainment, was looking at his mobile phone.

Lu Siyi raised his head and responded, “Ready to go.”

He had already completed the progress planned for today, and when he was about to leave the laboratory building and return to his dormitory, he found a strange message on his phone.

The other party explained that it was sent by mistake.

It is common for messages to be sent to the wrong person, and Lu Siyi would not have cared about them at first, but there was a place name in that message that he was very familiar with.

A classmate who was acquainted with him asked him: “Let’s go together, why are you standing?”

He said, “Make a phone call.”

Although his mother doesn’t go to Jianshe Road to buy vegetables, there is a hospital nearby. She passes this road every morning to go to the hospital to take care of her husband.

With the winter vacation approaching, the progress of the project was extremely tight, and Lu Siyi hadn’t left school for a while.

So in fact, he didn’t know whether Jianshe Road had been closed for construction recently, or whether the road had been dug in a mess.

But he still called his mother and reminded her to start going another way tomorrow.

Amidst the noisy noise of the smoking hood, she said yes, I got it, when will I be free to go home for dinner?

The lab is very busy, but Lu Siyi said tomorrow.

There was a smile in the mother’s voice for a moment, and she muttered: “Is the school work done? Then I will go shopping tomorrow morning, and I will also buy flowers—”

One bunch was placed on the coffee table at home, and the other was taken to the hospital.

Lu Siyi turned off the lights in the laboratory, and went out with his friends while answering the phone.

He went to college locally, not far from home.

Since his father couldn’t leave that hospital bed, he hasn’t left the city again.

On the way back to the dormitory, the taciturn Lu Siyi listened to his mother’s words, and was rarely distracted.

He was thinking that tomorrow he would get up early to go to the laboratory, complete the task ahead of schedule, and then go home for dinner.

And, after hanging up the phone later, how to reply to the wrong message, and the “excuse me” emoji all over the screen.

He was ready to reply: It doesn’t matter.

One more thank you.

Although the bar owner who only met once just sent the wrong message, he would not know why he was thanking him.

But he still wanted to say thank you.

In the lively campus at night, the warm yellow street lights elongate the staggered figures.

The butterfly flies from the long night into the day.

Wandering phantoms hovered over the city, blowing an invisible wind.

The morning sun was shining brightly, shining on the workers who were working at heights on the scaffolding, making people dizzy.

Soon, they were woken up by a worker who almost stepped on the air and fell down.

The person next to him was almost scared to death by this scene, and swears angrily: “Can you **** concentrate!”

The young man who was being scolded turned pale, and did not dare to refute, his hands tightly clutching the rope tied around his body.

Although there was a safety rope, nothing would happen to him, but he was still terrified, and the drowsiness that had originally been heavy faded away in an instant.

There was a ball game last night, which was the last big game before the Spring Festival.

He knew he shouldn’t stay up late to watch it, and he had to go to work early the next morning.

But that game was so exciting, he couldn’t help it, stayed up almost all night and drank some beer.

I was so sleepy just now that I was smoky.

When he came back to his senses, half of his body was already hanging in the air.

After a while, the young man finally calmed down his violent heart palpitations. He glanced at the busy streets below, and couldn’t help but tighten the safety rope on his body a little more.

He felt that he was lucky, and he should buy a lottery ticket after work in the evening.

If I replaced the old rope a few days ago, it might break, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Fortunately, a lot of safety equipment on the construction site is newly replaced, which is the time when it is the most robust and easy to use.

The foreman here is very stingy, unless it really can’t be used, otherwise he has to make do with it and continue to use it.

So this batch of new equipment was not purchased, but was given away for free by a company specializing in these a while ago after on-site inspections, and it was given to many construction sites.

It may be cooperation with the government or some other department.

What company is it from?

He didn’t remember it all at once.

The cold sweat on the back gradually faded away.

Can’t think about it, concentrate on work.

In short, today is his luck, and he can’t act like this again in the future.

The figure of working at high altitude is cast on the ground by the sunlight, rubbing together with the leaves and branches blown by the wind, flickering on and off.

At the entrance of this road, the ground is full of mottled shadows.

In the tide of people and cars, a gentle-looking middle-aged woman was riding a bicycle and was about to habitually turn into this street when she suddenly remembered something.

Immediately, she turned the car around and drove the other way.

The exhortation that she suddenly remembered made a smile appear on her face.

Plain and happy smile.

The stranger standing on the corner watched her leave silently.

Sunlight fell on the crimson hair.

He watched her brush past danger, ride her bike with a smile, and go to the hospital to care for her vegetative husband, just like every day that passed.

The new year is coming, and there is a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the car basket.

Melodious pop music played in the open shops on the street.

It is the famous work of a very popular singer recently, “Closer” with a unique voice.

“…closer to you from the farthest place.”

Traffic lights change and change, horns sound occasionally, pedestrians walk in a hurry, and vehicles move forward.

Everyone is approaching their destination.

The streets and life were as calm as usual, without any accidents.

So Chi Xueyan breathed a sigh of relief, and watched the strange figure disappear, and the petals trembled in the wind.

The butterfly flew over the flower.

A silent storm, and a changed fate.

He indirectly changed Duan Ruo’s fate, and also indirectly changed Lu Siyi’s fate.

Everyone’s life has written a new paragraph.

More beautiful paragraphs.

If in a certain time and space, he was really a big villain who hurt the protagonist, is it a kind of redemption now?

Redeeming the self he had never seen before.

—Let everything go the right way, and bid farewell to the rot alone.

In those intertwined dim lights and staggered lines of fate, Chi Xueyan couldn’t describe her mood at the moment.

It’s just that he suddenly wanted to hear He Qiao’s voice.

The appearance of the voice cannot be described in words, and the only way to realize when you miss it is to listen.

Standing on a sunny street corner, he listened to the moving melody coming from the speakers in the shop, and made a call to He Qiao.

Every time He Qiao answered his call, he was very quick, so in that very short moment, Chi Xueyan only had time to think of one thing.

He knew that in the days to come, he would slowly forget the plot of that book, just like forgetting the names of some unimportant people.

Because there are more important things to remember.

The waiting sound dissipated immediately, and a familiar breath came from the other end of the phone, and the background noise of the environment was familiar.

Chi Xueyan often has inexplicable opening remarks: “What’s your favorite flower?”

He Qiao often accepted without any surprise: “Rose.”

Then he said consciously: “I’m waiting for you at home, what’s the matter?”

Chi Xueyan answered him seriously, with a soft tone that rarely appeared in ordinary life, and a fairy-tale tone.

It’s like talking to an adult client for the first time.

It’s like continuing a fairy tale that was too late.

“I went on an adventure alone, and now that the adventure is over, I want to buy a bouquet of flowers to take home.”