His Marriage Partner is Scheming

In the field of vision, it is clearly dark to full-bodied late night, the red hair close at hand is the only bright color, and the bad weather is filled with endless noise, shapeless noise and chaos.

This good night is like snow falling on a pine branch.

The sound was very light and heavy, the dark green pine needles trembled suddenly, and the pure white snow almost fell into the misty rain and fog.

When the hallucinatory snow fell, He Qiao involuntarily clenched the handle of the umbrella.

The slanting raindrops quietly wet the palms.

That doesn't seem like an answer to that question, he thought.

But He Qiao didn't ask again.

The direction of the raindrops changed, and he silently tilted the handle of the umbrella slightly to the other side, covering the shoulders of the people around him.

As usual, He Qiao sent Chi Xueyan home, said goodbye politely, and returned alone.

The storm that had lasted all day died down gradually during the long night.

The next day was Sunday, and Chi Xueyan didn't have to go to work.

Unlike He Qiao, who has free time, he has a nine-to-five job, so he is only free in the evenings and weekends.

However, because next Saturday is the wedding, Chi Xueyan will go to the clinic to deal with urgent patients on Monday, and then take four days of wedding leave to spare time for preparations.

According to the flow list arranged by the mothers, today the two will go to the home city to pick out decorations together.

The wedding room has already been selected, which was prepared by Sheng Xiaoyue for He Qiao early in the morning. Han Zhenzhen originally wanted to fight for the house she had prepared for Chi Xueyan, but after seeing the house that can only be described as romantic, In an instant, he retracted what he wanted to say.

Sheng Xiaoyue came from a wealthy family and grew up in the influence of art. Later, she specialized in jewelry and fashion design, and has a pretty good aesthetic.

The new house that is about to move in has already been decorated, and all the furniture is available, except for some soft decorations for decoration.

Originally, He Qiao and Chi Xueyan were supposed to go to the Home Furnishing City to pick out any decorations they like.

But after Han Zhenzhen saw the small ornaments drawn by Sheng Xiaoyue, he immediately convinced his son that he must listen to Aunt Sheng's advice properly.

The unrestrained two-person trip turned into a four-person trip that required a disguise.

He Qiao didn't mind, he was used to acting.

Sheng Xiaoyue, who got up early in the morning to change her clothes and put on makeup, actually made him feel novel.

"Is this dress better, or is this skirt suit better?"

Sheng Xiaoyue knocked on his door, as if going on a long-awaited date.

As the third man in the family whose opinions were sought in order of age, He Qiao had already prepared the answer in advance: "Dress."

Sheng Xiaoyue tugged at the hem of her skirt, with a tangled expression: "Two to one, but Xiaochi's mother doesn't seem to be wearing a dress, should I also dress... smarter?"

He Qiao's tone was very convincing: "That's why you should wear a dress, so that they complement each other."

"It makes sense! You're still smart." Sheng Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, and before she turned to leave, she patted on his door as if reminding her, "You should also choose your clothes carefully, and leave in half an hour."

"I remember wearing Koike's favorite—"

The happy ending hovered at the end of the stairs.

Seeing her leaving back, He Qiao couldn't help but laugh.

He had already changed his clothes and took one casually from the closet.

But Sheng Xiaoyue's words unexpectedly aroused his thoughts.

Koike likes it.

He already knew that Chi Xueyan didn't like all restrained and deliberate things, so he would take a serious suit to a food stall that was noisy enough, and then trick a high-end white shirt into an Internet cafe full of daily atmosphere.

He Qiao remembered that in the dimly lit KTV corridor, the other party said with a half-smile that this shirt was not bad.

It wasn't sophisticated enough, not expensive enough, but casual enough for a get-together with friends.

Back in the cloakroom, He Qiao hesitated for a moment, and chose a white shirt similar to that night.

Unknowingly, he memorized more and more details.

Details like love.

After a complete storm, the city is as clean as new, only a few traces of coolness remain in the air, like a preview of early autumn.

The morning sun was strong, illuminating the retro floral dress on the back seat extremely intensely. The light passed through the window glass and burned the back of the hand that still had scars at the end of the white cuffs in front.

He Qiao turned the steering wheel and saw the familiar figure at the gate of the home city.

Both dates arrive at almost the same time.

Chi Xueyan was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans that couldn't be more refreshing, just like the day of the blind date.

Han Zhenzhen has a similar style to his son. He wears a slim shirt with dark blue jeans and a pair of cool sunglasses.

Different from the grass-scented rain last night, when He Qiao approached Chi Xueyan under the extremely bright sunlight, he smelled a faint fragrance of roses.

The time has only passed twelve hours, which makes people feel as if they have passed away.

The accomplice who performed secrets in the middle of the night has become a partner who walks together under the sun.

In the seemingly romantic atmosphere, he smiled and looked at He Qiao: "Morning."

Chi Xueyan doesn't use perfume.

As He Qiao thought about it, his warm expression remained the same as before: "Morning."

Compared to the newlyweds who were still somewhat reserved, the two mothers next to each other quickly came together.

Han Zhenzhen took off his sunglasses neatly, and the light in his eyes flickered: "The color of this dress is so beautiful."

"Right? It's very similar to the blanket I want to buy. This color scheme will look very textured."

"Oh, I remember! You showed me the pictures, are there any here?"

"Yes, I called specifically to ask. It's in a store on the third floor. Let's go there earlier."

Chi Xueyan stared at the backs of the two women leaving side by side intimately, couldn't help shaking his head, and said with emotion: "My dad hasn't been scolded for two days."

"Why?" He Qiao adapted well to his often endless words, "Auntie is in a good mood?"

"No." Chi Xueyan shook his head, a mocking smile flashed in his eyes, "Because he fell out of favor."

The resolute Han Zhenzhen spends every day with an incomprehensible old husband and a rebellious son who is not cute enough. From time to time, he is made hard by the company's subordinates until one day, he suddenly meets a doll-like beauty and charm. peers.

He understood his mother's change of heart without hesitation.

At first, Chi Xueyan was worried that this sudden flash marriage would bring more worries and worries to the family, but now it seems that it has at least brought Han Zhenzhen a good friend who is happy to get along with.

Although Sheng Xiaoyue's character is simple and straightforward, she also has an intuitive intelligence.

After seeing the blueprint of the wedding ring designed by her that day, Chi Xueyan sent her a private message, expressing his apology for not taking the initiative to visit her home.

In the beginning, he never thought that he would perform the play so comprehensively. In the world that was suddenly turned upside down at that time, Chi Xueyan only cared about not making his parents suspicious.

It was He Qiao who suddenly knocked on the door of his house carrying gifts and roses.

Later, Chi Xueyan thought of the undercurrent of the He family's relationship under the happy appearance, remembered that He Qiao had never explained to him the reasons behind all this, and the non-interference clause agreed early in the morning, and subconsciously did not want to get involved .

But Sheng Xiaoyue has an unbearable sincerity.

He sent a seriously worded message to an elder he didn't know well, but Sheng Xiaoyue's reply came quickly and quickly, with a lively and clear voice in his ears.

"You don't need to apologize, Xiaochi, don't worry about these trivial things. If you have to say something, Huai Li went to the clinic to see you without saying hello. He should also apologize to you."

"It's you who are in love, and you are the ones who want to live. We are just He Qiao's parents, not the protagonists in your life, and it is impossible to suddenly become as important as your parents who have raised you for more than 20 years. Are you willing to be happy Just call us uncle and aunt heartily, it will be very good."

It was only then that Chi Xueyan realized that this mother of He Qiao, whom she had only met once, had an emotional outlook so similar to her own.

Marriage is supposed to be about two people.

"Although the book says that you should try your best to be friends with the juniors, but I think it's too strange. Even if I think about it, you may not be willing to be friends with older aunts, but compared to He Qiao's mother, I Now there is one more identity, which is your mother's friend."

"You and He Qiao are partners, and must be best friends at the same time, so your mother and I are also good friends—maybe this identity will make you feel closer, right?"

Chi Xueyan was in a daze for a while before answering her softly: Yes.

Since he was a child, he felt that he had a pair of good parents, so no matter how rich life others lived beyond imagination, he never envied him.

At this moment, he decided to envy He Qiao without showing any trace for a second.

If the envy is too obvious, I will be beaten by my own mother.

But having said that, Chi Xueyan was also lucky.

Because he was married to He Qiao, he was the one who heard what the other mother said.

This marriage was tainted with a kind of crystal clear happiness.

In the air-conditioned home city, mother and her friends have already filled a shopping cart, and two young people are strolling leisurely behind.

Even though the mothers had explained in advance that if Chi Xueyan and He Qiao didn't like the soft clothes they chose, they didn't have to, and they were happy to take them home for their own use.

But Chi Xueyan wouldn't want it, let alone He Qiao.

Aunt Sheng's aesthetics are really good.

He reached out and casually touched the neatly arranged glasses on the shelf.

The white fingertips are suddenly full of magic colors, which reminds people of the windows stretching the entire wall in the living room of the wedding room.

The Morandi green wooden window frame separates the glass, outside is a large swaying green tree shadow, the orange sunlight pours in unscrupulously, like ice cream melting on the warm white long table, and at the same time reflecting the light pink on the side wall Mosaic decorative bricks intertwined with light blue, the fireplace in summer keeps dry and quiet.

It is a home with extremely warm tones, and the low-saturation colors are rich and properly used in every place. It seems that no matter how ordinary life is, a fairy-tale sweetness can be hatched here.

Sheng Xiaoyue prepared this home full of good wishes for her son very early on, no matter who he would bring home in the future.

Seeing Chi Xueyan stop, He Qiao, who was walking beside him, also looked at the row of hanging water glasses.

"What kind of cup do you like?"

Chi Xueyan thought about it seriously: "These are all very pretty."

He imagined it, and it seemed that each cup was very suitable for that beautiful home.

He Qiao understood what he meant, and there was a hint of a smile in his tone: "Then buy a few more trays."

Soon, their shopping carts started to get crowded too.

The cups under the lights of the shopping mall are radiant, glass, ceramic, plastic...

In the brightly colored home in the distance, there are fireplaces prepared for the cold winter, soft and comfortable sofas, and floor-to-ceiling windows with beautiful views.

Surrounded by lovers and couples of different ages, they bowed their heads to pick out the missing decorations at home, and passed them by talking and laughing.

In such a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, for a moment, Chi Xueyan almost thought that he had really fallen in love with someone, and entered into marriage without hesitation.

A marriage that truly loves each other.

Frankly speaking, he felt somewhat regretful for no reason.

This marriage has all the perfect conditions to be envied, and has countless open paths to happiness.

The only problem is that, at its core, love is a lie.

Fortunately, the resulting friendship is real.

During lunch time, the restaurant in the shopping mall was crowded with people. Han Zhenzhen and Sheng Xiaoyue, who had been shopping all morning, asked someone to take away the things they had picked out. Now they were sitting face to face for dinner, still chatting intimately.

"Xiaoyue, are you buying too many decorative paintings?"

"No, it can be changed at any time according to the season and different festival themes. I don't think I have chosen enough. By the way, I should also change some new ones at home..."

The two gentlemen at the next table had just put down menus.

Chi Xueyan stared at Han Zhenzhen for a long time, but didn't get half a response. His voice was surprised: "Aren't the two of us a bit redundant?"

He Qiao also looked at Sheng Xiaoyue, his eyes were also regarded as air, so he replied with a smile: "A little bit."

Chi Xueyan calmly took out her mobile phone, took pictures of the two protagonists who were actually dating, and said, "They should be very happy that there are only tables for two left here."

He bought a lot of cups for no reason today, and these cups have also been loaded into the car and transported to the wedding room together.

Hopefully there will be no damage during shipping.

When Chi Xueyan put away her phone and turned her head, she saw a gadget appearing on the dinner plate in front of her.

A pair of porcelain white miniature bunnies.

He was stunned for a while before looking up at He Qiao: "Chopstick rest?"

He Qiao nodded as usual: "I saw it by chance before, so I just bought it."

The chubby body is like a ball of milk glutinous rice, a pair of long ears are raised playfully, and the eyes are a little bright red.

Chi Xueyan has no particular preference for cute things, he prefers weird things.

But the two little rabbits crawling quietly in the busy and crowded restaurant are really a bit too cute.

Chi Xueyan tried to imagine the moment when He Qiao reached out to take them off the shelf.

There seems to be more than calmness and rationality in his character.

So Chi Xueyan pinched the pair of immovable ceramic ears, and said with a smile: "Do I have to buy matching chopsticks next?"

He Qiao also smiled: "I have something to do this afternoon."

This time, it was instead that they ignored the sneaky glances from the lady at the next table.

Sheng Xiaoyue concealed her peeping intentions with her chin resting, and whispered, "Is that a chopstick rest? It's so cute."

Han Zhenzhen kept the same chin rest, and also secretly turned on the phone to take pictures, not knowing whether he was taking pictures of his son or a rabbit: "I'll buy a few pairs later."

The bright and clean white dinner plates reflect the faint smiles on people's faces.

Shopping in the afternoon is more casual.

Chi Xueyan wandered around and bought a doll pig that bleats when pressed, a stone sculpture in the shape of a pillow that imitates the texture of fabric, and a slender balloon figure that sways in the wind...

All in all, a bunch of trinkets full of grotesque and useless beauty.

He Qiao showed great tolerance for this, allowing the shopping cart in his hand to become the strangest mini circus.

In the corner of the circus, there are a few white and fat ceramic rabbits lying on their stomachs, and many pairs of chopsticks of different colors.

This is his gain.

When it was approaching evening and leaving Home City, Chi Xueyan was still a little bit overwhelmed.

He thought it would be a long and unbearable day, shopping, chatting, and pretending to be affectionate.

As a result, time slipped away in the blink of an eye.

Han Zhenzhen, who had returned with a full load, greeted Sheng Xiaoyue to get into her car, and without a word, threw Chi Xueyan to He Qiao. The two mothers put on sunglasses and walked away, their backs like the wind.

The two young men were left standing there, looking at each other in blank dismay.

He Qiao, who was gradually recovering from his hand injury, took the initiative, "Send you home?"

Chi Xueyan noticed a familiar street scene, looked sideways and said, "Wait for me."

He Qiao watched him walk quickly into the crowd, and after a while, he came back with a small steaming paper bag.

The scent of roses that came from Chi Xueyan's body has become very faint, and was completely replaced by a rich and seductive scent.

Unexpectedly, he bought a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts.

He shook the bag in his hand towards He Qiao, and the chestnuts inside made a rumbling sound: "Do you want to eat?"

Of course He Qiao would agree.

He hasn't rejected the person in front of him yet.

So Chi Xueyan lowered his eyes, gently peeled off a round and plump chestnut, then smiled and looked up at him, as if waiting for something.

Stopping at the side of the street with flowing scenery, He Qiao subconsciously spread his palms upwards.

He guessed that this was a gift in return for ceramic chopstick rests.

Perhaps it was also out of Chi Xueyan's kindness that he felt that he would not be able to peel the nuts for the time being.

The light yellow chestnut meat is nestled in the half oval shell, and the aroma after high temperature baking is dense and rich, like a little rabbit poking its head out quietly.

It was like a touch of warm snow, finally falling suddenly from the thick green branches.

In the next second, it lightly fell into his palm.