His Marriage Partner is Scheming

The leisure time in the morning came to an end with Chi Xueyan's laughter in the ripples of a cup of coffee that was almost spilled.

However, it wasn't the cup of coffee on He Qiao's desk.

Chi Xueyan quickly hung up the purposeful call, but it took a long time for the people downstairs to put away their phones and look back at the tablet on the coffee table.

Chi Xueyan no longer used the telescope to observe the coffee shop, because the vague imagination was more interesting.

For example, at this moment, he couldn't see clearly whether the picture on the screen had ended the pause, so he didn't know whether He Qiao was watching the commercial sample or was lost in thought on the screen.

But at the same time, Chi Xueyan saw a somewhat familiar figure walking out of the coffee shop with steady steps, holding a coffee cup in his hand, carrying something that looked like breakfast, and carrying a bag on his shoulder.

It's Mr. Huang from the music department who speaks slowly.

He was looking for a spot outside and looked ready to sit down for a slow breakfast.

The combination of cold winter days and hot coffee can always bring some ethereal inspiration to those who engage in art.

Then, Teacher Xiao Huang caught off guard and saw the boss of the company who suddenly appeared outside the coffee shop today.

The coffee in his hand almost spilled over, and while he was frantically trying to help it, he probably reflexively called out to Mr. He.

Chi Xueyan on the inside of the glass window couldn't hear it, so he guessed it, because seeing He Qiao raised his head to look at him, he probably responded politely.

Very calm look.

He also takes care of his subordinates.

After saying hello to the company employee he met by chance, He Qiao watched the other person take a seat in the only vacant seat not far away, and then slightly adjusted the direction of the seat so that the eyes of the two tables were completely staggered so that the employees would not feel uncomfortable.

Then he lowered his head again and looked at the computer in his hand.

It seems to be the same advertisement, similar bright colors.

...Sure enough, I was distracted.

Off-white sweater, brown coffee, gorgeous but still screen, and dark green parasol.

With such a clear and strong impression, Chi Xueyan turned around with a smile and started a new day's work.

Receive visiting patients, coax children, and tell stories.

The air is filled with the hallucinatory aroma of coffee, and ordinary days are no longer the same.

In the already blooming life, a strange and fresh branch suddenly grew.

For a long time in the past, Chi Xueyan has always believed that love is a dispensable thing, and besides, he is a picky and troublesome person.

Therefore, he felt that he would not be like Su Yu, keen to experience different tastes of love with different people.

His curiosity about the world has never been in interpersonal relationships.

If there is a day when vines grow in his heart, Chi Xueyan only needs it to bloom a flower.

The selection criteria will naturally be more stringent.

Of course, once this flower becomes withered and no longer suitable in the future, he will not hesitate to pick it off.

Now he hasn't decided on the flower he wants.

But He Qiao had cleverly found a flavor that would attract him.

When noon was approaching, Chi Xueyan took the time to pick up her mobile phone and prepared to choose a takeaway as usual for today's lunch.

In the next second, this thought was dispelled by three unread messages on the lock screen.

[Little Eleven sent a picture]

[Little Eleven: The company's lunch menu today. ]

[Little Eleven: Do you want to come over for dinner? ]

Chi Xueyan clicked on the top picture, and saw a very familiar name of the dish at a glance.

He couldn't help laughing, without much hesitation, he quickly replied hello.

This was probably Chi Xueyan's most obvious weakness.

I don't like to cook, and I often mess with eating when I am alone.

If he wants to chase himself, he should also start from this point.

But you can't use the most stupid way, such as putting the bought breakfast on his desk, he will buy it himself, it just feels like a waste.

It shouldn't be a way of being enthusiastic but crossing the line, such as cooking and bringing it to him. He doesn't like to trouble others, and it doesn't necessarily suit his taste.

And this time, lunch was finally just right.

At noon, in the restaurant of Wanjia Media, the employees finished their work in the morning and came over to get food for dinner.

The working hours of media companies and dental clinics are different in the morning, but the break time at noon is similar.

In today's restaurant, the atmosphere is a bit special.

Compared with usual, most of the staff's chatter was deliberately lightened. From time to time, some people secretly looked at the most eye-catching table in the restaurant.

It's not because the boss of the company rarely comes here once, Mr. He actually comes to the restaurant for dinner every day, and everyone has long been used to it.

It was because of the person sitting across from him.

Apart from the day of the housewarming ceremony, Mr. Chi appeared in the company restaurant for the first time.

His appearance is very good-looking, even more beautiful than the various celebrities and entertainers that the employees have come into contact with from time to time. What's more, there is no filter or makeup, so he really sits in the same restaurant and eats the same lunch as everyone else.

Many employees watched them quietly, including Secretary Li who was sitting nearby.

There is a door to the president's office, but finally there is no door in the public dining room.

This made Li Feifei feel refreshed.

I don't know why Mr. Chi came over for lunch temporarily today, but based on his impression, it doesn't seem strange to do anything.

The scene of the boss and his lover chatting and eating together is really pleasing to the eye, causing Li Feifei to look at the dishes on her dinner plate, and feel that the meat and vegetables are very well matched.

Even the new dish that appeared in the restaurant for the first time no longer seemed so strange.

Speaking of which, why is there squirrel fish made of potatoes?

Although it is quite delicious, sweet and sour, especially appetizing.

Li Feifei decided to add another dish.

When passing by the dining table, she subconsciously slowed down and listened to everyone's conversation seriously.

Mr. He asked: "Is it similar to the one you ate in the cafeteria that day?"

Mr. Chi said: "Almost, today's seems to be tastier."

"It seems that the recipe is more to your taste." Mr. He said in a natural tone, "Do you want to eat real squirrel fish in the same way tomorrow at noon?"

Hearing this, Mr. Chi raised his eyes to look at his lover, and a translucent smile suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen through something.

But he didn't speak any more, just responded softly.

The sunlight outside the glass window fell on his fair cheeks, which accentuated the dazzling hair color, and his proud and flamboyant temperament was unforgettable.

It turns out that this is the reason why new dishes appear in the company restaurant.

She even knew in advance what new dishes would be served tomorrow.

Secretary Li, dazzled by the smile, couldn't help but ordered a new potato squirrel fish.

It seems to be sweeter and more sour than the one I had a few minutes ago.

She watched the boss leave the restaurant with her lover, and when she returned to the opposite clinic, she felt as if she had been washed by sweet and sour squirrel fish from the inside out.

She thought that Mr. He and Mr. Chi that she saw just now seemed to be different in some way.

In fact, she always felt that the relationship between the two was very good.

But today, not only was there an impromptu decision to have lunch together, Mr. He, who had a regular schedule, also showed up near the company an hour earlier.

This is what Xiao Huang from the music department said.

It is said that he ran into the big boss head-on when he came out after buying breakfast. He was so shocked that he almost wasted a cup of coffee, but fortunately he didn't spill it on the boss.

But listening to Mr. Huang's gossip in a slow tone is really frustrating, and I can't wait to get into his head.

Moreover, Li Feifei and a group of melon eaters listened to it for a long time, but they still didn't understand why Mr. He would appear in the coffee shop downstairs early in the morning and sit for an hour.

Is there any special scenery?

However, Xiao Huang, who came to this coffee shop for breakfast every day, didn't find anything.

Secretary Li wondered curiously, there will be squirrel fish made of fish in the restaurant tomorrow, will Mr. He be in the coffee shop tomorrow?

Facts have proved that there are.

In the early morning, Teacher Xiao Huang once again witnessed Mr. He handling work at the coffee table.

At noon, the hook of the squirrel fish successfully caught the second shared lunch.

It also made Chi Xueyan change the location of his lunch break.

Yesterday he went straight back to the clinic after eating, closed the blinds as usual, and took a nap in the office.

After all, it is not as comfortable as a wide and soft bed.

So when he left the restaurant at noon today, when He Qiao asked him if he wanted to go to the office for a lunch break, Chi Xueyan did not refuse.

Anyway, I have already come to eat, so I simply wait until the lunch break is over before going back.

Just the right menu, just the right questions.

All the changes that are happening quietly are logical.

However, the bait for the real and fake squirrelfish has been used up, and there is no opportunity to start the third lunch for the time being.

In fact, Chi Xueyan seldom thought about what he would eat tomorrow. It was either decided by the person who cooked it, or he did it as he pleased, and ordered whatever came to mind.

But at this moment, sitting on the spacious sofa in the president's office, he did imagine how he would spend noon tomorrow.

Eat takeaway from the clinic's office, or eat home-cooked food at the media company's restaurant?

What would draw him here?

While Chi Xueyan left the unknown of chasing to He Qiao, He Qiao also brought him the unknown of chasing.

The new Arabian Nights game.

He grew more and more fond of this metaphor that suddenly appeared in his life.

Thinking this way, Chi Xueyan gently turned the pages in his hand.

After dinner, he walked casually in the company. He was not fit to go to bed yet, and he was not too sleepy, so he curled up on the sofa and read a book.

The books were taken from the bookcase in the lounge. When Sheng Xiaoyue came to see the two of them, she brought many books that she thought were worth reading.

Basically a book about how to manage a marriage.

Chi Xueyan usually thinks that these kinds of books are chicken soup with little nutrition, but the books that Sheng Xiaoyue has carefully selected are not annoying, at least they are similar to his concept of love and marriage, so they can be called healthy chicken soup.

For example, in the book in my hand, the theme is to maintain independence and self after marriage, and learn to enjoy the happiness of being alone.

And this is the last thing Chi Xueyan needs to learn, he knows too well how to enjoy a person's happiness.

So he was passing the time to flip through casually to brew sleepiness.

The winter sun was clear, and the indoor temperature was just right. Chi Xueyan didn't wear a coat, and a small blanket was covered on her knees. It was as soft and warm as a sofa, with a lazy atmosphere.

He Qiao sat behind his desk and dealt with the afternoon work in advance.

In the quiet room, the sound of paper flipping and pen tip rustling filled the air.

Chi Xueyan gradually began to feel drowsy and his thoughts wandered. He remembered that there was a similar scene in this office in the past autumn.

At that time, he was absorbed in writing notes about the plot of the novel, and it never occurred to him to look elsewhere.

Now, he doesn't plan to continue organizing that note.

While closing the book in his hand, Chi Xueyan also raised his eyes to look at the person behind the desk.

As expected, he met Shang He Qiao's eyes.

It's just that in addition to the recent increasingly undisguised feelings, there seems to be a little more... helplessness?

Chi Xueyan suddenly thought of something, and looked down at the cover of the book in his hand again.

"Single life after marriage"

The highly suggestive title of the book is aimed at the current stage of the relationship between the two.

After a brief astonishment, Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing.

He swore he didn't do it on purpose, but took a random copy from the shelf.

Everything is just right.

Across the transparent air, He Qiao saw the person wrapped in a blanket smiling wantonly on the sofa, raised the closed book in his hand, and asked, "Do you want to take a photo and send it to your mother?"

"It's all part of her mind—you haven't read the books, have you?"

Indeed, He Qiao hadn't seen it.

Because at present, we have not reached the stage where we can manage marriage.

He really wanted to keep this moment that made people feel both melancholy and happy.

Chi Xueyan happened to allow this move.

So he put down the pile of papers and took a serious photo with his phone.

The focus of the picture is the pair of radiant eyes.

At the same time, He Qiao did not forget to take a very clear picture of the title of the book in his hand, and sent it to his mother suggestively.

The cell phone rang quickly.

Sheng Xiaoyue called immediately after seeing the news.

But she didn't understand her son's silent accusation, but asked happily: "Shall we take a lunch break today? Does Xiaochi like this book? I think it makes sense!"

"...He likes it very much." He Qiao paused before saying, "Thank you, Mom."

Sheng Xiaoyue heard a trace of insincere words, and said in surprise: "Hey, why does your tone sound a bit reluctant?"

He Qiao didn't speak, as if he didn't know how to answer.

In the silence of her son, she suddenly realized that she couldn't stop laughing.

"How can you even eat the vinegar of the title?"

The mother on the other end of the phone laughed and teased him: "We've been married for half a year, and it's still like a period of passionate love. You really like Xiaochi..."

He Qiao responded, "Yes, I like it very much."

Not yet in love.

But he likes Koike very much.

Familiar laughter came faintly from the microphone, and the specific sentence could not be heard clearly.

Chi Xueyan only heard He Qiao reply twice that he liked it, the first time it was probably a storyteller, but the second time he didn't know.

It was probably because the title of the book just now made him laugh soberly, and now his sleepiness has faded away, and he doesn't really want to go into the lounge.

He Qiao was answering the phone, so he also put down his book and picked up his phone.

The latest developments displayed in the column of the circle of friends are Lawyer Su's professional avatar full of elite temperament.

Among all the friends Chi Xueyan knows, this is the person who is the most enthusiastic about dating, and regards love as the most interesting thing in the world.

Every day when it was time for a break, he would start posting authoritative postings in Moments, ranging from temporarily dignified and decent sentences during the day to a long list of cute, cute, cute, cute, and irrational late at night.

Chi Xueyan generally ignores it. Anyway, if there is any major change in the relationship, Su Yu will definitely bombard him in private chats alone.

The line he has read now is a fairly normal noon love sentiment, with only two exclamation points at the end of the sentence.

[Su Yu: Every stage of love is interesting! ]

And Chi Xueyan was still listening to He Qiao's voice on the phone.

The gentle, calm, slightly helpless magnetic voice, like the aroma of coffee, wafts in the golden winter air.

So he chuckled and moved his fingertips.

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