After the flash marriage, she became Mr. Zhan's favorite

Late spring, Xijing City.

When Yu Nuan arrived, she saw Zhan Lichen leaning against the car, looking at her.

The sunlight hit his face from the left, causing his tough and cold eyebrows to appear to be tinged with a hint of tenderness.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, a black shirt, and even his neat tie was black.

She looks dignified and abstinent, yet not someone you want to mess with.

She approached him.

Although I feel it may seem a bit hypocritical, I still want to ask again.

"Mr. Zhan, would you like to reconsider? Maybe I'm not worthy..."

As soon as the words fell, another voice arose.

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's worth it or not. I have my own judgment."

The man's voice was low and pleasant, but it was filled with a firm determination that brooked no room for argument.

Yu Nuan raised her head and looked at him blankly, then lowered it suddenly after meeting his gaze.

Zhan Lichen lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. She lowered her head slightly and her eyes fell to the ground.

Her white fingers unconsciously bent and clenched, revealing her nervousness and anxiety at the moment.

He approached her.

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Yu Nuan actually heard a hint of nervousness in his voice.

She thought she must have heard it wrong. Why would he be nervous? She should be the one who is nervous.

It can’t be said to be nervous. To be precise, it should be struggle, helplessness, and unwillingness.

She said calmly, "No."

Yu Nuan's eyes fell on Zhan Lichen's jawbone, the lines were hard and sharp, and his sexy thin lips were half-pursed.

"Okay, let's go in."

As he said this, he took her hand and walked forward without saying a word, as if he was afraid that she would desert.

Yu Nuan glanced at the hand he was holding. The man's hand was big, white, with distinct joints, and it wrapped around her slightly cold little hand.

Waves of warmth came over her, and her stiffness unconsciously relaxed a little.

When they came out again, each of them had a red book in their hands.

Yu Nuan took a look at it and put it in her bag.

He turned to Zhan Lichen who was standing next to him and said, "Mr. Zhan, you can go first if you have something to do. Send me your home address and I will pack my things and move over myself."

Zhan Lichen lowered his eyebrows and looked at the woman beside him.

The loose hair on her forehead fluttered in the wind and brushed against her cheeks, adding a touch of softness to her heroic and delicate face.

She seemed a little afraid of him and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

He said: "No hurry."

Then he walked down the steps, came to the car and opened the passenger door.

Yu Nuan glanced at his movements, paused for a second, and followed him into the car.

Zhan Lichen opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He was not in a hurry to drive. He opened the red book in his hand and looked at it intently.

He stroked the two people's names and photos with his fingertips, his eyes full of meaning.

He turned his head to look at Yu Nuan beside him, the sunlight crept in through the glass and spread across her face.

The long, slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly like crow's wings, and the pair of warm almond eyes were as clear as water and as bright as stars.

The delicate and straight nose bridge, the soft and pink lips, and the jade-white skin that is so tender that it seems like you can squeeze water out of it...

What a beautiful woman.

At this moment, her face was looking straight ahead with a dull expression and her eyes were empty and unfocused.

Don't know what to think.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhan Lichen suddenly leaned over, startling Yu Nuan.

She met his eyes, which were so close to her, paused for a few seconds, and then opened her lips slightly, "Mr. Zhan, why do you want to marry me?"

Why marry her?

Zhan Lichen automatically ignored her question and just asked: "What did you call me?"

Yu Nuan paused, then blurted out: "Mr. Zhan."

"What is our relationship now?"

"…husband and wife relationship."

"Since you are husband and wife, why are you calling each other so politely? Um, Madam?"

When he spoke the last few words, he unconsciously raised his eyebrows, raised his voice, and lengthened the ending tone.

He approached her, his eyes flashing mischievously, "Do you want to call me Li Chen or husband?"

A trace of panic flashed in Yu Nuan's eyes, and she tried to open her mouth, "Li - minister."

Zhan Lichen caught a glimpse of a blush on her fair little face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly in satisfaction.

He leaned over again, his deep eyes were so close to her that Yu Nuan's eyes became flustered and her back stiffened unconsciously.

Don't dare to move.

He leaned over her and pulled the right side of her seatbelt to the left side of her body and buckled it.

After completing this action, he caught a glimpse of the woman beside him and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhan Lichen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go, I'll go to your place first and help you pack your things."

Yu Nuan no longer refused. If she continued to refuse, it would seem pretentious, and she was not a pretentious person.

The car started slowly.

The scenery outside the window kept receding, and Yu Nuan felt mixed emotions.

She got married just like that, with this strange man.

It cannot be said that he is a complete stranger. He is the cousin of my good friend Mi Duo. I met him twice many years ago, but we have never communicated with each other.

Later it was said that he went abroad and just came back last year and has his own company.

He invited Mi Duo to dinner, and Mi Duo forced her to go once.

He didn't like to laugh and didn't talk much, so the atmosphere at the dinner table was awkward. Later, when Mi Duo tried to ask her to go again, she refused.

While I was daydreaming, the WeChat notification sounded and I clicked it.

Mi Duo's message flashed in, [Baby, did you get the certificate? ]

【Um. 】

[Hehe, should I call you sister-in-law or Xiao Nuan now? ]

Yu Nuan paused for a moment and typed [Or call me...] in the dialog box.

Before she could finish typing the word "Xiao Nuan", she smelled a refreshing scent of pine resin approaching her. She couldn't help but straighten her back and slightly bend her fingertips.

Zhan Lichen glanced at her phone screen and chuckled, "In terms of seniority, it's more appropriate to call you sister-in-law."

Yu Nuan felt embarrassed and realized that he was teasing her, and her thoughts moved slightly.

She didn't know Zhan Lichen, but from the few times they met, she knew he was serious and rigid.

Slowly coming back to her senses, she typed the two words "Xiao Nuan" again and sent it out.

Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the message Zhan Lichen sent her the day before yesterday, [May 8th is a good day, how about we get the certificate that day? ]

She didn't reply.

But today she came.

Thinking back to the string of numbers in the bank card, she realized that she had sold herself with that string of numbers.

Along with the self-esteem and pride she had worked hard to maintain for so many years.

Mi Duo sent another message, [I won't disturb your world of two. You don't know that you are not here today. Lao Yu can enslave me as much as he can. Happy wedding, my baby. ]

When Yu Nuan saw the words "Happy Wedding" and the world of just two people, she couldn't help but feel a little strange in her heart.

She turned her head slightly to look at the man on her left who was concentrating on driving. He had handsome features, deep eyebrows and eyes, and his contours were sculpted just right.

Such a good-looking man is now her husband.

Yu Nuan thought to herself with self-mockery: If she didn't marry him, would she be forced to marry Wang Defa, the 48-year-old man who was on his third marriage and had a big belly and a greasy head?

In Mi Duo's words, he is that "pig-headed old bastard".

When she thought of this, her heart sank and a feeling of sadness burst out from her chest.

Zhan Lichen was multitasking, concentrating on driving while observing the woman beside him with his peripheral vision.

She would steal a glance at him from time to time, her brows always furrowed, with a hint of sadness enveloping her.

Somewhere in his heart he felt empty.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Yu Nuan, his tone three parts serious and seven parts teasing.

"Mrs. Zhan, if you want to see me in the future, you don't have to be sneaky. I'm yours now, and you can look at me openly."