What if the fiancée becomes a man?

Shen Jin looked at the few text messages on his mobile phone and felt that he had gone crazy writing his thesis.

"I'm at Heathrow Airport, how about you? Why didn't you answer the phone?"

It was an unfamiliar number, there was no trace of it in the address book, and Shen Jin was sure that he had never seen it before.So when the first call came, Shen Jin pressed it down immediately.

Did you make a typo?

Unfortunately, the owner of the number doesn't seem to think so.

Just when Shen Jin put his phone aside and concentrated on dealing with the thesis, the owner of the number sent several messages in succession——

"Didn't your dad tell you, am I coming today? My phone is running out of battery. Where are you picking up the airport? I'm at the airport gate!"

"You will die if you don't reply to the message again! My wife came over and disappeared? I don't speak English, and you want to kill me?"

"Shen, you are dead!"

Wait, how did she know my surname is Shen?Is it the same name?

Ten o'clock tonight is the deadline for homework, and Shen Jin still has two key points to overcome.He really didn't have time to care about this... There are quite a lot of people in the rotten country, and it's at the gate of the airport, so the girl shouldn't be in any danger.When she asked where the phone was charged, and then contacted her real husband, it should be fine.

Shen Jin put down his phone, browsed the text, picked up the broken train of thought, and typed a few more words, feeling a little uneasy.

The phone lay on the table, and the screen slowly dimmed.

He scratched his hair in frustration.Resigned to his fate, he picked up the phone and dialed it.

The other party shuts down.

Looks like it's out of power.

A girl who came to the corrupt country alone, could not speak English, and her "husband" didn't answer the phone, she should be quite desperate now.

"Oh, it's a good deed every day." Thinking of this, Shen Jin grabbed the jumper and put it on, and went out to take the bus to the airport.

An hour later, Shen Jin arrived at the gate of Heathrow Airport.

This can be regarded as the gateway to London, and people with different languages ​​and skin colors come in and out of the gate.Shen Jin circled around, but didn't see the "yellow-skinned girl holding a suitcase and crying" in his mind. There were one or two, but the facial expressions were not the same, and they were not alone.

Did it go away?

Shen Jin picked up the phone and called back once, trying to make a last effort.If not, he just ignored it and took the bus home again.

As a result... the phone went through.

"Hello? Miss, where are you now? Have you found a charging place?" Shen Jin immediately explained the matter clearly, "You seem to have made a wrong call just now, but it doesn't matter, I am also Chinese, and I happen to be at the airport now, do you want me to send you Where are you going to your husband?"

There was no sound on the other side, only the noisy voice of the airport.

Shen Jin raised his head and looked around, but found no suspected target.All I saw was a 1.8-meter boy answering the phone at the gate of the airport.

His gaze swept across the boy's face, and he asked hesitantly, "Hey, Miss, are you listening?"

There was an angry gasp on the other end of the phone.

What's going on here?Shen Jin was a little confused.

At this moment, someone gave him a heavy pat on the shoulder.

Shen Jin was taken aback.In a real jump, he stomped his feet and jumped away from the spot, arched his back, grabbed the phone with both hands, turned around to look back, his face was full of wariness.

In the end, the one who patted him on the shoulder was the 1.8-meter boy just now, an Asian.

Shen Jin suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, do you... have something to do with me?"

The boy on the opposite side was probably in his 20s, with fair skin, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and his hair was a bit long, tied in a very Japanese-style ball. He looked at Shen Jin angrily.

Oh, the other party might be Japanese, Shen Jin made a judgment and asked again in English.

"You mean it, right? I told you I don't understand English, and you're still babbling. The surname is Shen, what do you mean?" The boy's anger was ignited immediately, and he roared at the airport gate.

"I've been waiting for you for over an hour, how about you?"

"It's good enough, show me off, right?"

"If you are dissatisfied, divorce the engagement as soon as possible, so as to save your father and the old Jiang family. There is no responsibility for a man at all..."

Everyone around looked at the two of them.The security guard at the gate of the airport also looked here a few times, as if seeing something wrong and about to rush over.

Shen Jin could almost be said to be in a daze.

What about the little girl with pear blossoms and rain?What's the situation?

"Well, brother, if you have something to say, talk it out." Shen Jin grabbed his jumper, feeling a little hot, and his back began to sweat, "Uh...you didn't recognize the wrong person?"

The ball's head was two or three centimeters taller than Shen Jin's. Hearing this, he raised his chin and looked down on him from a height: "What do you mean? Play stupid?"

"No, no, no." Seeing that the other party seemed to have calmed down and stopped yelling, Shen Jin hurriedly pulled him to change positions, "I mean, I don't seem to know you..."

"Shen Jin?" The expression on the head of the ball is embarrassing. The meaning of "pretend, you continue to pretend" is self-evident, "Wenzhou Lucheng? Dad Shen Ziqing, mom Guo Lili?"

Shen Jin nodded, shook his head again, and said in a muffled voice, "Guo Lili is not my mother."

Wanzi snorted: "Then you admit that you are Shen Jin." Seeing that Shen Jin nodded again, he took off his sunglasses, took a step forward, and forced Shen Jin to the glass gate of the airport.

"Then you still say you don't know me?" The whites of the eyes of the ball head are very small, the eyes are black and bright, and they are sharper when looking at people, "Didn't you beg to marry me?"

I!Begging to marry a man taller than me?am I crazy?No, no, the point is not that he is taller than me, the point is that he is a man!Shen Jin felt that this world was a bit magical.

In the end, when he got into the car, he probably figured out what was going on.

"That, Jiang..." Shen Jin opened his mouth.

"Jiang Shaomin." Jiang Wanzi looked out of the window and sat aside, letting out a low air pressure.

"Jiang Shaomin, I do have a bit of an impression that our two families have a marriage contract." After considering the words, Shen Jin said, "I remember when I was young, my grandfather told me not to grab the little girl's braids in elementary school. He said that I had My daughter-in-law, even showed me the photos..."

Jiang Shaomin sneered, and Shen Jin was a little embarrassed to continue.

"But, how do I remember that the picture is a little girl?" Shen Jin asked boldly.

Jiang Shaomin began to sneer again.

Shen Jin had no choice but to skip it, thinking that maybe Jiang Shaomin had bad characters since he was a child, and his parents raised him as a girl: "I thought this was a joke. I didn't expect that after so many years, our two families would actually get in touch. ?”

"Who got in touch with your family?" Jiang Shaomin was noncommittal, "It was your father who took the initiative to find my grandfather and wanted to fulfill the marriage contract. He said that your old Shen family did not dare to disobey the old man's will, and sold it for a long time. My grandfather agreed. .”

"But...but you are a man..." Shen Jin couldn't turn the corner, he hadn't returned to China for five years, the national conditions are so open?

"Yes, I'm a man." Jiang Shaomin gritted his teeth, leaned on Shen Jin, put his right hand on Shen Jin's shoulder, and left his left hand on Shen Jin's chest, with a fake smile, "I came to England to be your pawn." My daughter-in-law is here. What, are you happy?"

The black taxi driver took a few glances in the rearview mirror, met Shen Jin's embarrassed gaze, and smiled encouragingly: "Separated too long" seemed to be no surprise.

After all, this is a corrupt country.

"Brother...brother, don't be like this." Shen Jin pushed Jiang Shaomin, with an expression of something to say, and sat up straight, "Are you crooked?"

Jiang Shaomin narrowed his eyes and didn't answer.

"Well, I'm straight..." Shen Jin felt a little guilty for being straight, as if he was really sorry.

"Oh?" Jiang Shaomin was in a hurry, "Okay, that's easy, I came to England to find you, just to divorce. You call your father in front of me and ask him to quit. But, no Mention me, say I said it."

Shen Jin had no choice but to take out his mobile phone to make a call.

After beeping for a while, no one answered.

"I'm probably asleep right now, I'll call again at night." Shen Jin explained.

"Okay, but you have to hit me in front of me." Jiang Shaomin didn't mess around, "Otherwise, who knows if you really divorced or plotted something with your father."

"Yes." Shen Jin felt that he had indeed caused trouble to others, and this request could still be satisfied.

For a while, no one spoke in the taxi, and it fell into silence.

The black driver was driving full of doubts. Did the young couple quarrel?Why are Chinese people so quiet when they quarrel?

It took one hour to get to the airport by bus, but it only took three to ten minutes to go back by taxi.

Shen Jin settled the bill and paid a tip while Jiang Shaomin was picking up his luggage.My heart hurts a little.

Rentals are expensive.

"Do you live here?" Jiang Shaomin looked up at the building in front of him. There was a row of vermilion red, narrow and long houses crowded on the long street, separated from each other by iron fences, a bit like the residence of Hugh Grant, the hero of "Notting Hill". that kind of house.However, the environment seems to be quieter.

Didn't it mean that the Shen family's family is in decline?That Shen Ziqing, holding a chicken feather as an arrow, tried his best to make a marriage contract, didn't he just want to make a fortune from the Jiang family?As if who doesn't know, this man surnamed Shen can still live in such a house in London?

"Here, here... No. 44..." Shen Jin showed him the way.

There are small flower beds in front of the house, and several surrounding houses have planted some flowers and plants, only the No. 44 flower bed has planted——

"Chili peppers and green onions?" Jiang Shaomin couldn't bear to look directly at them, and asked, "You planted them?"

Shen Jin nodded, went up the steps and opened the door.

Being poor, the villain in Jiang Shaomin's heart despised Shen Jinyitong.

The two entered the room. The first floor was the kitchen, bathroom and living room, and there was a small bedroom under the stairs.

"Since you didn't book a hotel, leave your luggage in my room for the time being." Shen Jin arranged, "The second room on the left upstairs."

"You shared the rent with someone?" Jiang Shaomin glanced around, threw the luggage away, and sat down, feeling a little upset, but it's hard to say, after all, this is someone else's territory.He had to change the subject, "Then where do I sleep?"

"Let's just make do on the sofa for the night." Shen Jin said while helping him get his slippers, "After I explain it to my dad, I will take you to London Bridge in a few days and then send you there Airport……"

Shen Jin was still chattering over there, but the little flame in Jiang Shaomin's heart had already started to burn, and he wanted to drive me away before his butt was hot?Still let me sleep on the sofa?Hold!

"Shen Jin, what are you talking about?" Jiang Shaomin stretched out his arms and leaned against the back of the sofa, "How could I sleep on the sofa?"

"Ah?" Shen Jin turned around with a pair of striped slippers, his eyes full of doubts, as if to say, where do you sleep if you don't sleep on the sofa?

"Don't your family want to marry me?" Jiang Shaomin grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Of course I have to sleep in the same bed with you."

That aura didn't look like she was going to marry over, but rather like she was going to snatch someone back to suppress the village.

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