Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 21 Rare Animals 1
At dusk, I drove my red Porsche Cayman to carry my luggage.

In fact, I don't have much luggage, I just packed a few clothes, and the only valuable thing is an ASUS notebook.After moving the things, I arrived at Cheng Yiming's residence, just in time to see Cheng Yiming coming back from the outside.

Seeing my Porsche Cayman, he raised his eyebrows slightly,
I looked like a nouveau riche, and asked with a smile: "Is this car good? I just bought it." I added another sentence: "I bought it for 100 million you gave me."

Cheng Yiming said lightly, "Really?"

He had a disapproving expression.He probably thought to himself, how could there be such a prodigal woman?Or maybe he was rejoicing that this prodigal woman was just his nominal wife—maybe, he didn't think so.

Go upstairs and put down your luggage.

I suddenly thought, should I inform Lafayette?
After thinking about it, after thinking about it, I mustered up the courage to call Lafayette overseas. I pretended to be understated, and said in a light tone: "Mom, I'm married!"

"What? What did you say?" There was an exaggerated scream from Lafayette on the other end of the phone.

I had to repeat: "Mom, I'm married!"

Before the voice fell, I heard something on the other side of the phone, there was a loud "crash", and then Lafayette's voice hurried over: "What? Are you married? When?"

I said, "Five days ago."

"What? Five days ago? You got married five days ago?" Lafayette was furious, and immediately roared like thunder, even better than Ma Jingtao, the "Roaring Gang leader" back then. She shouted: "Su Lala, who did you marry?"

For the safety of my eardrums, I took the phone a little further away: "A man!"

Lafayette continued to roar: "Nonsense! Isn't it true that marrying a man means marrying a woman?"

I said, "He's a handsome guy! He's handsome, handsome, handsome!"

Lafayette asked: "Can handsome be eaten?"

I said: "Yes. It looks seductive, which is called beautiful and delicious." I reminded her: "Mom, didn't you scold me a few days ago for not being up-to-date, like selling leftovers in the vegetable market? Don't talk about it, I found you a son-in-law in one step, the purpose is to make you stand up straight in front of your relatives and friends when you return to China in autumn, and speak confidently."

Lafayette scolded: "Bah, this is also called fighting for spirit? Su Lala, you were born in October of my pregnancy, right? Am I your real mother?" She gritted her teeth: "Su Lala, you are too much , such a big matter as marriage, you also keep it from me, let's cut it first and then play it!"

I have a guilty conscience.

Although half the world is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, I can still imagine that Lafayette's eyes must be protruding fiercely at this time, and they have hardly turned into long-range bombing weapons. It was blown to pieces.

I am a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, and quarreled with Lafayette: "Aren't like mothers like daughters? I learned from you. When you married that Englishman, you didn't hide it from me? Didn't you come to kill first and then play?"

"Su Lala, are you taking revenge on me?" Lafayette asked.

"No." I denied.

"Su Lala, you are taking revenge on me! It must be!" Lafayette said.

I became impatient: "It's up to you. If you think it is, it is, if you think it is not, then it is not."

"Su Lala, you are too much!" Lafayette dropped the phone over there.

I shrugged.If I knew Lafayette was overreacting like this, I wouldn't call and tell her.This woman is so old, an old lady who is over half a century old, and her temper is still so hot, it is difficult for the British man named Jerome to bear her-in fact, the British man does not hate her either.

It's just that the British man is too old, over 70 years old, old enough to be Lafayette's father and my grandfather, he is tall, smiling, with white hair and pink skin, like a cute Christmas without beard elder.

British men like me and always call me: "Angel."

I corrected him more than once: "My surname is neither Ann nor Angel, but Su Lala." After saying it N times, the British man still called me Angel, saying that she looked like an angel.

God knows, I don't like angels, I only like witches.

Putting down the phone, I went to make a cup of coffee.

Suddenly, I heard the erhu sound of "Yi Yi Ya Ya" from the balcony.The tone is very sad, like weeping, sad, gloomy, eerie, sad, hovering in the deserted and lonely air, as if it is a call from the distant universe, ethereal, exciting, and flowing through the bottom of my heart.

I took my coffee and walked out to the terrace out of curiosity.

There is a glass door on the terrace, and there is a small open terrace outside the glass door. Push open the glass door and go out.Then I found that Cheng Yiming was sitting there, concentrating on playing an erhu.

The appearance of not hearing anything outside the window.

Cheng Yiming's tall and slender figure stood in the bright moonlight.At this time, he lowered his head slightly, and the sideways face, eyes, nose, mouth, and chin presented a stunning classic with perfect angles.

A wind blew over, blowing a few strands of hair hanging from Cheng Yiming's forehead.

As if, being in a painting, it is beautiful.

I held the coffee, squinted my eyes, and peeped at him blatantly and unscrupulously.I have always liked two types of men: one is courageous, majestic and grand, but not sharp, a little deep, with good self-cultivation, with every gesture and every shot, extraordinary; Kind, full of the charm of primitive wild men, like to do their own way, wild, uninhibited, arrogant, domineering.

The former is suitable for being a husband; the latter is the best ideal for being a lover.

Cheng Yiming belongs to the former.

This man who is suitable to be a husband plays the erhu very sadly.It reminds me of the blind A Bing, wandering in the streets, with a small bamboo pole on his right side, a pipa on his back, and an erhu hanging on his left shoulder. In the midst of the wind and snow, there was a mournful curling sound.

Strangely, Cheng Yiming knew how to play the erhu.

Today's young people, who would like to play the erhu?This game is simply an unearthed cultural relic!
What is fashionable is the piano.The piano feels very elegant, aristocratic, high-end and high-end, bold and deep, and is a symbol of a person's status circulated in the upper class; while the erhu looks like a small family, probably because the blind A Bing is too famous. That's why, when you see the erhu, it reminds you of the blind A Bing. It always makes people feel like a gadget with a mixture of poverty and poverty, wandering on the streets, not up to the grade and not in the elegant hall.

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