forced marriage

02

"When... probably the ceremony was over, I can't remember..." Yuan Yixiao's fingers were lighting up on the armrest of the sofa, and there seemed to be some kind of strange string hidden on the armrest, and he was fiddled with it The strings couldn't be seen clearly, and said leisurely, "Anyway, it doesn't matter if I'm there or not, doesn't it?"

It really doesn't matter. From the beginning to the end, no one noticed that Yuan Yixiao disappeared from the wedding banquet, as if it didn't matter whether he was there or not. After all, the guests at the wedding banquet were all relatives and friends from the Luo family, and there was no one on Yuan Yixiao's side. Representatives are present.

Is this blaming Rowling for ignoring him?

Luo Lin pursed his lips and said succinctly, "No." It's not indifferent!After Yuan Yixiao disappeared, he knew it. He thought he was going to the bathroom, and then he thought he was hiding in a corner uncomfortably and went to smoke. It wasn't until the disappearance time was too long that he realized that this person had left in front of his eyes.

What do you mean?

Yuan Yixiao raised his thick eyebrows, but he didn't care about these things. What he cared about was whether this marriage would affect his work and career. He combed his neat short hair with his fingers. The neat short hair seemed to be condensed with the temperature of the sun. It's shiny and makes people want to touch it. Is its texture as warm as the sun? He pointed to the room and said, "I've seen the whole villa, and there's only one suite on the second floor. I want to ask, where do I live?" ?” In such a big villa, the entire second floor is so simple, which is surprising.

"here."

"How about you, Young Master Luo?"

Luo Lin frowned, he didn't like the title of Young Master Luo very much, and said, "I live here too."

Yuan Yixiao lifted his chin slightly, looked at Luo Lin with an unpredictable expression, and pondered, "Young Master Luo means that you really live together?"

They are already legal partners, so if they don't really live together, do they still have to live in separate rooms?

Luo Lin's ignorant eyes looked back at Yuan Yixiao strangely, and said, "Otherwise?"

Yuan Yixiao froze for a moment and then smiled. The deep and rough laughter made Luo Lin feel very pleasant. He likes Yuan Yixiao smiling, and he prefers Yuan Yixiao smiling at him. Seeing him smile happily, it seems that his mood is also It has become very good, and he somewhat understands the true meaning of the book's saying that smiling is contagious.

"Okay," Yuan Yixiao seemed to be very obedient to Luo Lin's words, without asking the reason for this arrangement, and smiled kindly, "I like this room too, so I'll live here."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Yixiao stood up from the sofa. Luo Lin was 1.8 meters tall, but Yuan Yixiao was even taller than him, at 1.9 meters three, a full half a head taller than Luo Lin. With a big frame, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun blocked one third, took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and said cooperatively, "I'll call Xiao Jiang and ask him to bring my luggage over."

It was too cooperative, full of disobedience, short-circuited Luo Lin's elite brain, and it took a few minutes to react, and then a sweet taste filled the depths of his heart, and even the burning sensation in his stomach became like There seems to be nothing.

When Yuan Yixiao was on the phone, Luo Lin took off his tuxedo and hung it in the custom-made closet. The clothes in the closet were neatly arranged and stacked meticulously. Except for the three basic colors of gray, white and black, there were no other colors. But from the corner of his eyes, he looked at Yuan Yixiao, whose back was turned to him.

Yuan Yixiao made a phone call with one hand, but habitually held a pencil in the other hand. Luo Lin knew that he liked to smoke. If he hadn't been here, what was held in that hand was definitely not a pencil, but a gray mist. Wreath of cigarettes.

After Yuan Yixiao finished making the phone call, Luo Lin uncomfortably pulled up the wedding photo of the two people beside the bed. The wedding photo that was originally in the front direction was distorted by him, so he quickly straightened the photo, saying, "Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang used to stay at the ancestral house and worked in our house for more than ten years. They watched me grow up, and they have no children. From now on, the two of them will take care of me here."

Yuan Yi smiled and nodded, with the corner of his mouth raised, "Okay."

"Uncle Zhang can drive. There are cars in the yard. If you need any help, you can find them."

Yuan Yixiao nodded again, and said with a light smile, "Okay."

"If you need anything to eat, you can find Aunt Zhang."

"can."

I don't know why, it doesn't look like a conversation between couples, but rather like a boss explaining matters to his subordinates, and the subordinates are waiting for work arrangements.

This kind of conversation atmosphere is too strange, Luo Lin Qichun wants to say something else, tell him that this place will be the home of the two of them in the future, and he, Yuan Yixiao, is the owner of this place, and he can do whatever he wants, but looking at him bowing his head and listening quietly Yuan Yixiao who was waiting quietly, Luo Lin couldn't say anything.

Luo Lin heard Aunt Zhang calling him downstairs, and asked, "Aunt Zhang cooked porridge, would you like some?"

Yuan Yixiao shook his head and said, "Thank you, no need."

Luo Lin twisted open the door, and the moment he walked out of the door, he slowly exhaled a foul breath, and after a while he realized that something was wrong with him.

He was tense and depressed in the room just now?Why is it like walking out of a prison door when you walk out of the room?How can I feel this way?

The porridge has been served and placed on the long wooden table. He sat upright on the chair and scooped up the hot porridge with a soup spoon. The exquisite man has an impeccable and elegant posture, which makes people feel that the years are quiet and beautiful of tranquility.

Aunt Zhang’s family originally had a child, but it was a pity that they only lived to the best time of the blooming season. When the child was in high school, he suddenly fainted in class. He was sent to the hospital for an examination and found out that the child had brain cancer, which was still in the advanced stage. A good doctor treated him, but still couldn't save that fragile life. The two were sad for a long time. Later, they took care of Luo Lin as their own child under empathy. His complexion returned to normal, and he liked it very much. Thinking of the other owner of this villa, he asked anxiously, "Drink slowly, where is Mr. Yuan? How about you try it too?"

The warm porridge was ironed from the throat to the stomach, which was extremely comfortable. Luo Lin shook his head and said, "I asked, but he won't drink it."

"Oh," Aunt Zhang regretted, "that's fine."

After eating a small bowl of white porridge, Luo Lin parked the car parked at the door into the parking space, only to find that there were already two cars parked in the four parking spaces, one of which was a family car, and the other was a black car. Hummer, this tall and unrestrained Hummer looks like a tiger that has fallen into the plain, making Rollin's Bentley extremely small.

Luo Lin didn't know why, but actually found this scene very joyful.

He rearranged the potted plants at the door again, and placed them on the open space under the eaves of the villa. Aunt Zhang persuaded at the door, "Let the old man do this for Xiao Lin, just leave it alone!"

Luo Lin's hands were stained with dirt, and he was having a great time moving. He said, "Being idle is idle, moving more is good for your health."

Aunt Zhang sighed, "Your father saw this appearance, and he wanted to talk about you again."

Hearing these words, Luo Lin was startled by the movements of his hands. Looking at the dark dust and dirt on his white hands and the dirt on his white shirt, the vividness on his face was much less vivid.

Aunt Zhang realized that she had said something wrong, but she couldn't take it back. She patted her mouth and said, "Oh, look at what I said. I haven't cleaned up the kitchen yet. Take it easy, Xiao Lin. I'll continue to clean it up." go!"

Having said that, Luo Lin was no longer in the mood to continue. He stood on the cobblestone path, looking at the small green trees with swaying branches in a daze.

He seemed to have always liked these little things, but Luo Bingsheng didn't like him dipping into them. Whenever he touched them, he would be treated with cold eyes and cold words. He didn't need to say anything else, he already knew his father's dislike for him.

He originally thought that he would be able to do whatever he wanted after he became independent after breaking away from his father's influence, but now it seems that he is the general manager of Roche Group, but his father is the chairman of the group. The so-called separation and independence are just an unrealistic dream I had when I was young.

When he was standing, a car stopped at the door, and the tender-faced man in casual clothes jumped out of the car lively, and said to Luo Lin with a bright smile, "Hello, Mr. Luo, do you still remember me?"

Luo Lin's memory is very good, and everyone he has met has an impression, not to mention someone related to Yuan Yixiao. This is a person from Yuan Yixiao's company. Yuan Yixiao calls him Xiao Jiang. He has graduated from university for one year and holds multiple jobs. , when he and Yuan Yixiao were taking wedding photos, this man came over to deliver documents to Yuan Yixiao, Luo Lin nodded slightly, and said, "Hello, Xiao Jiang."

Xiao Jiang took two big bags from the trunk, hesitantly, turned around and said pleasantly, "Mr. Luo, you really remember, what a surprise."

Rollin responded with a faint smile.

Xiao Jiang huffed and carried the two big bags into the living room of the villa, looking left and right with clever eyes, wishing to have two more eyes, and introduced to Luo Lin, "This is Mr. Yuan's stuff, he asked me to send it over , By the way, what about Mr. Yuan?"

Yuan Yixiao heard Xiao Jiang's voice, and just happened to come down the stairs. Xiao Jiang saw Yuan Yixiao, like a mouse seeing a cat, and immediately stood upright, saying, "Mr. Yuan."

Yuan Yixiao patted him on the head kindly, then opened the zipper of the big bag and checked the contents.

Xiao Jiang was obviously used to this kind of treatment from Yuan Yixiao, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Yuan, brother Fu asked me today, when are you going back to the company?"

As soon as he said this, Luo Lin and Yuan Yixiao paused at the same time.

Obviously Yuan Yixiao didn't spread the news of his marriage, so Xiao Jiang didn't know he was married, so he asked this question.

All the relatives and friends on Luo Lin's side had already heard the news of his marriage a month ago, and knew that his partner was named Yuan Yixiao, and that he came to the wedding banquet today, but only his mother, Ms. Zheng, knew about Yuan Yixiao's side, because I was in a bad mood and didn't attend, and the others didn't know anything about it.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread far and wide. Now that the ceremony has been held, Luo Lin believes that although the circles of the two of them are different, it is only a matter of time before the rumors about the marriage of the two men reach Yuan Yixiao's social circle.

But active notification and restless communication are two concepts.

One is voluntary.

The other is forced.