MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 29

Qiu's bleakness was cut off like this.

He Qiao took the shirt he brought downstairs and gently put it on him.

The moment the restrained warmth fell, undisguised surprise flashed in Chi Xueyan's eyes.

Not only because of his actions, but also because of his answers.

Chi Xueyan imitated He Qiao's sentence pattern and laughed: "So you really haven't been in love before."

Han Zhenzhen shared information with him, saying that Sheng Xiaoyue told her that He Qiao was still her first love.

Chi Xueyan didn't take it to heart at the time, because it was "He Qiao's" experience.

He remembered that the day he went to the Internet cafe, he casually asked He Qiao if he had never dated his girlfriend in an Internet cafe.

He Qiao said no.

It turned out to be a more thorough no.

"No wonder you can listen to his ramblings so patiently." Chi Xueyan finally understood the reason, "Ordinary people can't do it."

People who have never been in a relationship find those experiences new, so they may listen more fascinated.

Although Chi Xueyan has never been in a relationship, but because he has heard countless love stories of Lawyer Su, it is really not fresh, and he is forced to become proficient.

So he looked at He Qiao who looked normal beside him, and said jokingly: "Then you can indeed learn a lot, do you want to listen to it a few more times in the future?"

Today Su Yu only spoke for two hours, far from reaching his limit.

For Chi Xueyan, admiring the eyes of other people who gradually let go because of the chatter of the Great Lover is also a kind of fun.

He Qiao responded gently as usual: "Okay."

As the night darkened, they turned back together and walked home.

Chi Xueyan discovered that He Qiao seemed to be very interested in the experience Su Yu told today.

He asked himself many more related questions.

"When is the time to confess your crush?"

"When you get a clear response." Chi Xueyan said, "If you want the confession to be successful."

Some people's confession just wants to fulfill a one-way wish, and they don't expect to succeed, so the timing is irrelevant.

Chi Xueyan, who has heard countless confessions since childhood, is very experienced in this.

Hearing this, He Qiao thought for a while, then asked softly, "If you don't get a response, what will happen if you confess?"

"You will be rejected, and then you may not even be a friend."

Chi Xueyan patiently answered the good students who are eager for knowledge, and at the same time did not forget to emphasize that this is personal experience: "Everyone has different ideas about feelings, anyway, I am like this."

He is very straightforward in his actions, as well as emotionally, he doesn't want to give others a hope that doesn't exist, that's why he said that sentence in public on the stage of the evening party in college.

Whether it is a secret crush or an open pursuit, as long as he realizes it, he will stay away from the other party without hesitation, so as not to get into unnecessary troubles.

Chi Xueyan has bluntly rejected countless confessions.

Or rather, every confession.

And his only real heartbeat was silently rejected.

This is probably the wonder of life.

Returning to the brightly lit home, looking at the coffee table with beer cans in a mess, Chi Xueyan returned the shirt to He Qiao, and walked straight to the coffee table.

"Let me clean it up, you go to bed early, good night."

He was the one who called his friends to the house, and he should be the one to deal with the aftermath.

The person behind did not refuse, and responded, "Good night."

Chi Xueyan heard him walking into the room.

Empty soda cans are thrown into the trash can one by one.

Under the silent light in the living room, Chi Xueyan moved lightly, not wanting to disturb the people living in the same room.

The transparent beer glass is washed with water to wash away the remaining hops.

Soaking her fingers in the slightly cool water, Chi Xueyan suddenly remembered the moment when she blocked the cold wind just now.

The white shirt that was briefly draped over his shoulders was his favorite style.

Simple and casual, without deliberate restraint.

In the corridor outside the KTV, in front of the audience, he casually mentioned to He Qiao that the shirt was not bad.

From then on, when He Qiao got along with him, they seemed to wear similar style shirts.

His partner is really an overly careful person.

Chi Xueyan, who was standing in front of the pool, looked out the window, thinking endlessly, and wiped off the water stains between his fingers.

After finishing packing, he turned off the lights outside and returned to the room.

But the next morning, when he got up and washed at the scheduled time, and walked out of the room on time, he saw an unexpected figure.

He Qiao was in the kitchen.

On the open bar at the side, there is a glass of milk and a colorful dinner plate that Chi Xueyan often uses.

On the plate was a nice looking sandwich.

Contrary to all his simplistic messes, in addition to the ready-to-eat ham and floss, this sandwich also contains sliced ​​tomatoes, freshly washed lettuce, and a perfectly shaped fried egg.

Chi Xueyan walked over with a familiar tone: "What's up in the morning?"

He Qiao came over by his reputation, and said good morning to him: "I'm going to my dad's for the morning meeting, and I will always get up at this time from now on."

He was assembling another sandwich, and bowed his head again: "That's your breakfast, just make it."

He Qiao already cooks frequently, so of course Chi Xueyan would not refuse this kindness.

Anyway, it seemed that it was done incidentally, and it wasn't too much trouble for the other party.

He thanked him, took the sandwich and the milk, and went to the sink.

He Qiao was sitting on a chair by the dining table. Under his slightly surprised eyes, Chi Xueyan stood in front of the window, staring at some kind of scenery outside and finished eating the whole sandwich, looking in a good mood.

When he finished washing the cups and plates while keeping his eyes staring out of the window, and turned around to go to work, he smiled and looked at He Qiao who was sitting neatly.

"Now this scenery also belongs to you." He said, "Be careful not to be late, I'm leaving, see you at night."

Ever since Chi Xueyan moved into this new house, every time she fiddled with breakfast and cleaned the dishes, she spent it like this.

He really doesn't like these constant chores in the kitchen, it's his way of fighting boredom.

It's just that the wake-up time is different from that of my roommate before, and I haven't been discovered.

Now he offered to share the secret as a reward for the delicious sandwich.

The red-haired young man with a cheerful expression smiled and passed He Qiao, saying goodbye and leaving.

The door was closed, the room became quiet, and He Qiao subconsciously looked at the empty kitchen sink.

Just now Chi Xueyan stayed in a fixed position, staring at a certain angle outside the window.

So he got up, walked to the same place, and looked at the same scenery.

With just one glance, a surprised smile appeared in He Qiao's eyes.

He saw a landscape that could be called strange.

A miniature balloon figure with long arms and legs, swaying wildly in the wind.

It is the same as the dancing dolls that are placed at the door to attract customers' attention when some stores open. It has only a thin layer of skin, which may be filled by the wind at any time, dance chaotically in the direction of the wind, and then collapse when the wind leaves. On the ground, and suddenly stood up at a certain moment.

Silly, but also very funny.

He Qiao remembered that this kind of thing was bought by Chi Xueyan when they were visiting the home city together before the wedding.

Because it was weird, he even looked at it a few more times.

But he didn't know when the other party put it here.

I don't know that Chi Xueyan eats a sandwich looking at such a scenery every morning, with a happy expression.

The autumn wind blew the maple leaves red, and the little balloon placed in the corner of the house was blown up and down, like a secret that can never be predicted in the next second.

Like the one who quietly hid it.

He Qiao stood in front of the kitchen window, staring at it for a long time.

Chi Xueyan's reminder was very prescient.

He almost looked late.

Immediately, he finished the same breakfast and left the house.

Today is still a normal day.

It's just that in the interval between seeing off the children, Chi Xueyan would occasionally think about what kind of expression the calm and introverted He Qiao would show when he saw the balloon man who was going crazy freely in the wind.

In fact, he was looking forward to that scene.

But he is stuck going to work every day, and he is really going to be late.

I hope He Qiao will find it interesting.

Thinking this way, Chi Xueyan finished his lunch step by step, chatted with his colleague who came to see him for a while, and then prepared to take a lunch break as usual.

But when he walked to the window and was about to draw down the blinds, his casual glances suddenly stopped.

In the office building opposite, in front of the increasingly familiar window that he seldom looked at, there was a vaguely bright small object.

It was already afternoon light, and he couldn't see clearly.

So Chi Xueyan subconsciously looked at the drawer next to the desk, which contained the telescope he used to count maple leaves.

This time, a balloon man swaying in the window appeared in the telescope.

Not the one he keeps at home, but it's about the same and looks newer.

It turned out that He Qiao's reaction was like this.

Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing.

Standing in front of the window, he took a rare and serious look at the suddenly fresh window, and then took out his mobile phone to send a message to He Qiao.

[Shahryar: It seems you like that view. ]

[Shahryar: But, is your mother coming to visit us at the company soon? ]

Other than that, Chi Xueyan couldn't think of any other reason why the normally serious He Qiao would copy the weird scene outside his office window.

He saw the words inputting appear at the top of the chat box.

He Qiao typed for a while before sending a short answer.

[Little Eleven: Well, tomorrow. ]

Chi Xueyan understood.

He will seriously cooperate with the business in front of the elders.

[Shahryar: Got it. ]

[Shahryar: I'll look at your window for a while. ]

Just as soon as the news was sent out, his room door was knocked by a colleague again.

"Doctor Chi, are you asleep? I forgot to ask about the case just mentioned—"

After Chi Xueyan responded, a colleague opened the door and came in, only to see him standing by the window with a telescope.

The colleague laughed immediately, and joked, "Doctor Chi is so gossip, he even brought a telescope to look at it."

Ever since a company settled in that office building, it has become a daily topic for everyone. Up to now, some people have never tired of guessing which of the people in and out of the building is the legendary Mr. He.

Chi Xueyan smiled, did not answer, put down the binoculars casually, and walked to the colleague who had something to ask.

His figure disappeared for a while.

The windows lost their color.

Standing in front of the opposite window, He Qiao could only watch the newly bought balloon man swaying and dancing with the wind.

After arriving at the company in the morning, he asked his secretary to ask someone to buy it.

According to the photo of the balloon man at home, I bought exactly the same style.

On the day when he got the certificate suddenly, Chi Xueyan had taught him what it looks like when love is just beginning.

In the passenger seat of the newly bought sports car, the person who was about to agree to marry had a hair color similar to the paint color of the car, and told him in an ordinary tone.

—“Like someone often starts with liking the other person’s hobbies, such as imitating him and buying the same style.”

Now, He Qiao thought, he was quite right.

Five minutes later, Chi Xueyan's figure appeared in front of the window again.

He didn't hold a telescope in his hand, nor did he send another message to He Qiao, but a note.

Chi Xueyan carefully pasted the note on the window, smoothed it out, and then closed the blinds, as if it was time for a lunch break.

The window became opaque, leaving only a note that had just been pasted.

There seemed to be words written on the paper, but at such a distance, even if the light was right, He Qiao could only rely on external force.

A line of casually written words appeared in the telescope.

[Colleagues say I am too gossip, so we will temporarily suspend business. ]

He Qiao smiled unconsciously as he looked at the note that was so close in his field of vision.

Until the secretary knocked on the door and told him to go to a meeting.

He responded and returned to his desk.

Secretary Li, who was waiting outside the door, saw the pen in He Qiao's hand move slightly.

After a while, he came out with the document and handed it to the secretary with a calm voice: "Go to the meeting room."

Secretary Li immediately took the document. She walked behind He Qiao, and when she closed the door, she saw a note pasted squarely on the glass window in the empty CEO's office.

It wasn't there when I came in this morning.

Although the white paper was very clear under the sunlight and the handwriting was clear, but the words on the paper were written on the side facing the street. Secretary Li, who was in a hurry to keep up with the boss, couldn't understand it at a glance, so he could only close the door full of curiosity.

In the office building, the sound of dull and regular footsteps criss-crossed.

The free balloon man is still dancing in the wind.

After the lunch break, Chi Xueyan opened the blinds to welcome the afternoon work.

The moment the light came in, he subconsciously looked at the interesting window.

He Qiao copied another weird move that he did casually.

Through the lens, Chi Xueyan clearly saw the clear and powerful handwriting on the paper.

[Temporarily leaving, please call if you need anything. ]