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MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 11
The warm breath rested on Chi Xueyan's cheek, he was stunned for a moment, and almost subconsciously wanted to pull away.
He had never had such physical contact with anyone.
But under the dim light, Chi Xueyan caught a glimpse of the anxiety flickering in his lover's eyes.
The palms around the waist are just clinging to the edge of the clothes, through the thin summer fabric, there is a bit of warmth, and the posture can be called a gentleman.
He Qiao is still the docile and friendly person in front of outsiders who seldom oversteps the rules.
But he is passionate at the same time, declaring his youthful possessiveness clumsily and straightforwardly.
Thinking of the audience not far away, Chi Xueyan suddenly laughed.
He no longer resisted, but stretched out his hand and pulled He Qiao's slightly wrinkled collar wantonly.
"It's a nice shirt."
The distance between each other was close to hugging, Chi Xueyan lazily looked straight into her lover's eyes, her voice was careless: "I only give you an hour, I have something to do tonight."
He Qiao's answer was naturally gentle and submissive: "Okay."
The person leaning against the door of the box had seen enough excitement, and sent a frivolous whistle.
Fang Shi'er hid the emotions in his eyes, raised his eyebrows at He Qiao and said, "I finally invited you today, you came late enough."
He deliberately didn't look at Chi Xueyan, who had made everyone curious for a long time, and politely stepped aside, inviting this pair of lovers who seemed to be deeply in love to come in.
He Qiao didn't hide his good mood at all, and said honestly, "I was setting the ring just now, and I had dinner on the way, so I'm late, sorry."
"Ring?" Fang Shi'er looked at Chi Xueyan's hand that fell on Chi Xueyan's waist, "Don't you already have it?"
The colorful ball lights in the KTV box scattered psychedelic light spots, and the simple rings on the ring fingers of the two were particularly conspicuous.
"It's not formal enough." After He Qiao finished speaking, he couldn't wait to introduce his partner to his friends, and his tone was full of joy that is unique to those who fall in love for the first time, "This is Xiaochi."
Only now did Fang Shi'er look over seriously, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Fang Shi'er."
Chi Xueyan felt as if he had heard of this name that sounded so easy to pronounce somewhere.
He looked at the rather handsome young man in front of him, smiled, and didn't speak, as if he was too lazy to reply his full name politely.
Next, the flamboyant red-haired young man broke away from his lover's arms without saying a word, walked forward, and casually found an empty seat on the luxurious leather sofa.
As soon as the group of young people who were having fun saw them appear, they immediately made a fuss, making a space in the middle.
He Qiao was not at all surprised by Chi Xueyan's actions, let alone dissatisfied, but walked over quickly and sat down next to him.
The dominant relationship in this love is clear at a glance.
Fang Shi'er, who stayed where he was, looked at his palm lying in the air, without the slightest bit of anger that had been ignored, but instead, there was a flash of anticipated excitement in his eyes.
He turned his back to the lovers surrounded by excitement in the crowd, and closed the private room door calmly.
The sound of the music was deafening, and the strangers with brilliant light spots scrambled to declare themselves, for fear that they would show their timidity in front of this dazzling newcomer.
And Chi Xueyan nestled on the sofa, occasionally responding perfunctorily, without remembering a single name.
The marble coffee table in front of him was filled with cold cuts and snacks, which He Qiao ordered for him. He said it was one of the characteristics of this club, and it was produced by chefs specially recruited from high-end restaurants.
He tasted a few, and they tasted really good.
You can bring your parents to try it another day.
The audio equipment here is also very good, suitable for karaoke, but the group of people around is too noisy.
Fortunately, they soon noticed Chi Xueyan's impatience, and after witnessing He Qiao's infinitely tolerant attitude towards him, they restrained themselves a lot.
As a result, in the still noisy room, a special landscape appeared in part.
Chi Xueyan, who was sitting in the center of the crowd, lazily watched the people around him having fun, and whispered to He Qiao beside him from time to time.
Someone has a pleasant singing voice, so he listens quietly as a live performance.
The next person who got the microphone lost his tune. He just frowned, and He Qiao, who was always paying attention to his feelings, responded in time. He picked up a pillow on the sofa and threw it over, just like the friends who are close to him around him. Let the other party quickly hand over the microphone and get out.
The giggling young man dodged the flying pillow, held the microphone on purpose, and shouted: "Brother He, why do you value **** over friends!"
These words spread with the sound, permeating the entire dimly lit room.
Amidst the laughter, He Qiao didn't answer, his expression seemed natural, he quickly lowered his head again, and concentrated on peeling the nuts in his hands.
Anyone can see the unspoken infatuation.
The hard shell fell into the tray, and the nut meat was gently placed into Chi Xueyan's palm.
Bite down is crispy and rich in taste.
Chi Xueyan took one after another, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
For the first time, he found this so-called party quite interesting.
At the moment of intimate contact just now, he suddenly understood the meaning behind He Qiao's expression.
Sometimes prejudice is a useful weapon.
He Qiao himself doesn't mind being treated as a fool lost in so-called love, so naturally he doesn't mind either.
It is more comfortable to follow the prejudice and be a strong leader who plays with innocent lovers in the palm of his hand than to force himself to deal with these people with fake smiles.
Anyway, he was the one being served, and it didn't take much effort.
I have to admit that he has a tacit understanding with He Qiao.
They cooperated seamlessly without words.
In the marginal positions, Fang Shier's performance was about the same as usual.
The only difference is that he came here alone today, and he did not bring his female or male companion who was not the same every time.
Compared with most of the people in the box who were secretly looking at Chi Xueyan, he seemed much calmer and rarely cast his gaze over.
Half an hour later, his cell phone vibrated slightly, and the waiter sent another message.
Just when a song on the screen came to an end, Fang Shi'er stretched out his hand to lower the volume, and said casually, "I also called a friend."
Someone followed the sound, but he specifically looked at He Qiao who was not far away, and said, "Don't mind me for a while."
He Qiao stopped, and seemed to subconsciously ask, "Who did you call?"
Fang Shi'er didn't say anything, and got up to open the door, with a sincere tone: "I think there is just a misunderstanding between the two of you, and the matter can be resolved after a meeting. If you don't fight, you don't know each other. We are all friends."
Following his words, the door of the box was pushed open again, and the visitor just said, "Oh, it's so lively."
The young man who walked in was wearing a T-shirt and beach shorts, with a clean cropped cut, and a medium-thick gold necklace hanging around his neck, giving him the aura of a nouveau riche.
He noticed He Qiao in the middle at a glance, immediately put a smile on his face, and strode over: "Brother is here too, I'm so sorry last time."
On the contrary, He Qiao's complexion was not very good-looking, and he rarely showed a little irritability.
Chi Xueyan, who was on the sidelines, was very interested in the sudden insertion of the new program, and asked him softly, "Who is this?"
The strange visitor also heard it, and without waiting for He Qiao's answer, he said courteously, "Chen Xinzhe, just call me Xiao Chen."
The crowd around stepped aside, and Chen Xinzhe sat down diagonally between the two of them, smiling all over his face and said, "I heard that Brother He is getting married, and I'm thinking of waiting for the wedding as an opportunity to make amends for Brother He, and I've prepared all the gifts gone."
As he said that, he looked at He Qiao apologetically: "That day was purely a matter of luck. It was a big bet on such a small matter. It was too hot for me to hold it. I must return it to my brother. By the way, I will add a wedding gift."
In a few words, Chi Xueyan understood the rift between the two of them.
It's a common occurrence among rich second generations who have money and leisure.
"It's not necessary." Facing Chen Xinzhe's appeal for peace, He Qiao's tone was not good, "I would like to bet and admit defeat."
Seeing that his attitude showed no sign of softening, Chen Xinzhe thought for a while, and suddenly said: "If you don't pay back anything, count me as nonsense, don't take it seriously."
He casually grabbed the dice cup on the coffee table, and smiled very sincerely: "Brother, you can win it back today, isn't that all right?"
Fang Shi'er on the side spoke logically: "There is no winning or losing in gambling. It's just for fun. Everyone is just playing around. Don't take it seriously. Don't ignore us for several days like last time." ..."
Chi Xueyan was watching the fun beside him leisurely.
Chen Xinzhe is a smooth and clever person, while Fang Shier has ulterior motives.
These two people are obviously beyond the reach of the simple-minded "He Qiao".
In the black dice cup, the high-speed shaking dice hit the cold table with a crisp sound.
Five minutes later, He Qiao lost another car.
It was his car before he bought a new car, a luxury car worth millions.
Annoyance flashed in He Qiao's eyes.
Chen Xinzhe acted exaggeratedly surprised, yelling that he would do it all over again, trying to downplay the sloppy and expensive gamble in front of him into an insignificant game, and others also cooperated with the active atmosphere.
Because of He Qiao's family background, no one would be foolish enough to provoke him face to face.
Ridicule and contempt can only be kept in the heart and covered up with superficial respect.
This is something everyone knows well.
Only Chi Xueyan didn't think so.
After getting along this night, he was sure that He Qiao did it on purpose.
Whether it was the luxury car that he just lost, or the last bet with Chen Xinzhe.
Chi Xueyan liked this colorful night more and more.
But as a picky and proud lover, he appropriately showed a hint of displeasure, got up and left the scene mercilessly: "I'm going to the bathroom."
He Qiao pushed the dice cup away, staring at his disappearing back for a while.
Words of relief from others rushed up in an instant.
Fang Shi'er quietly walked out of the box after seeing his attention being diverted.
Walking through this dimly lit corridor again, Chi Xueyan was in a different mood.
Staring at the reflections reflected in the surrounding glass curtain walls, he thought of He Qiao who was walking in front of him and behind him not long ago.
They seem to be a natural fit to walk side by side.
This thought flashed through his mind, Chi Xueyan smiled thoughtfully, then stopped in front of the sink in the bathroom, and washed his hands by the way.
His hands smell of nuts.
Water flowed over the fingertips, and footsteps came from behind.
"You really don't remember me?"
Chi Xueyan raised her head and saw Fang Shier's figure reflected in the mirror.
He leaned against the wall and looked over, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
"You introduced yourself just now." Chi Xueyan didn't know why, so she asked directly, "What's the matter?"
"Not today, we met before." Fang Shi'er smiled helplessly, "I asked you for your contact information."
Then he paused slightly: "But you refused."
Hearing this, Chi Xueyan finally came to his senses.
Perhaps at some party he had been forced to attend long ago.
Of course he didn't remember.
Even the blind dates he has talked to in a serious way, he has to rely on numbers to remember, let alone one of the countless passers-by who strike up a conversation.
If Fang Shi'er was a primary school student who did everything to avoid going to the dentist, he might still be impressed.
Seeing his indifference and indifference, the smile on Fang Shier's face became brighter.
He suddenly said firmly: "You don't love He Qiao."
This sentence surprised Chi Xueyan a little.
He raised his eyebrows, neither denied nor admitted, but waited for the other party to continue.
Under the dim light of the ceiling lamp, Fang Shi'er took a step closer to him.
"Since it's for fun..." His soft voice was ambiguous, "Why don't you find someone more fun?"
Chi Xueyan finally understood why he came.
Then, with a flat expression, he lowered his head, pulled a piece of paper, and slowly dried the water stains on his hands, and said casually, "For example?"
Fang Shi'er thought he got the signal to continue.
So he moved closer.
The dazzling red in front of my eyes seemed to be within reach.
In the corridor a few meters away, He Qiao, who was obviously afraid of his sweetheart's anger, was in no mood to stay any longer, and hurriedly left the box.
When he was about to go to the bathroom, he heard a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Looking over the edge of the corner, what caught my eye was an unexpected scene.
Fang Shi'er fell to the ground, as if he had just been punched hard by someone, he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, he lowered his head and clutched his abdomen in embarrassment.
But He Qiao's expression remained calm.
His gaze still maintains the fiery and long tenderness of tonight, and as far as he can see, there is only room for his lover's figure: "What's the matter, Xiaochi?"
He seems to be getting more and more used to this common and intimate address.
Chi Xueyan looked at him for a few seconds, stretched the fingers that had just been used forcefully, a strong smile bloomed on his lips, and his tone was calm and unrestrained.
"He wants to green you."
The author has something to say:
Xiaochi: You are not as fun as He Qiao.
He Qiao: ...Thank you?