Xiao Lang Jing

When Song Qiran mentioned physical marriage, Zhao Meng was completely dumbfounded.

The photos he handed over were full of women that Zhao Meng had never seen before. Zhao Meng looked at them and forgot to pick them up.

"Of course it is impossible to count on Emily all the time. After all, she works for me. This story is not easy to get over. When the time is right, she will find a reason to break up with you. By that time, I should have found a suitable one for you. You will sign a contract and only apply for a marriage certificate, but your property and personal rights will be separated and independent. There may be some costs involved, and I will bear all of them. Then, I will find a new place for you, There will be rights and obligations stipulated in the contract. You usually live separately. When your parents come or other necessary times, the other party will definitely cooperate with you. As for childbirth-I don’t know if you have considered this issue. If you want, I also have a reliable friend abroad who can use your sperm as a surrogate. Genetically speaking, it will still be your child. I will also hand over the upbringing and education to a special person, and you—”

He stopped because Zhao Meng's face changed.The atmosphere in the room froze for a few seconds, Song Qiran thought for a while, and asked him:

"Am I talking too much?"

Zhao Meng looked at him hesitantly, not knowing what he should answer at this moment.This is the first time, when Song Qiran asked him something, he chose to keep silent.Song Qiran tentatively tugged at the corner of Zhao Meng's clothes, with a lot of uncertainty in his voice:

"Then... let's not talk about this... let's talk about our business."

"Our business?" Zhao Meng finally spoke, his teeth seemed to be stuck by something, and it was very difficult for him to find the correct pronunciation of the words.

"Didn't you... move here? You won't move away again, right?" Song Qiran carefully looked into Zhao Meng's eyes, hoping to see some emotions from them, "In the future...we will be like this?"

"Like this?" Zhao Meng asked again.

"Together like this." Song Qiran gave him an affirmative answer.

"Then you said that you want me to marry someone else..."

"That's why I prepared the contract," Song Qiran said with a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, it's just a formal marriage. In this way, you can explain to your family and save this trouble, we are not Can we stay together forever?"

"But if I tell my family that I'm going to get married," Zhao Meng looked at Song Qiran impatiently, "they will take it seriously. I am the eldest son in the family, and I have younger siblings. They will want me to go home for the wedding. All relatives will come to attend, my younger siblings will call her sister-in-law, everyone in the village will give her wedding gifts, they... will bless us, make bridal chambers, block the groom from the door, and press me if I love her bride……"

Under Zhao Meng's repressed expression is the anxious emotion at the moment. He doesn't know how to express it so that Song Qiran can understand the meaning of it. Could it be that he hasn't said it clearly enough?

"I don't just say I like it to anyone..."

Song Qiran frowned, and he looked at Zhao Meng in embarrassment, as if a little remorseful.

"But you clearly said that you don't want to be someone else's son," he subconsciously bit his thumb twice, and adjusted his expression,

"If you think our relationship needs legal protection, then I can change my parents' plan for you."

"Of course I don't want it!"

Zhao Meng was stunned.Song Qiran actually thought that he was just asking for a legal guarantee.Of course he wasn't, the whole plan, everything, was so bad that Zhao Meng couldn't express how frustrating it was.Just a few hours ago, he was secretly happy because Song Qiran left those two stupid cups behind. His mind was filled with the solemnity of that person when he looked at them. He thought Song Qiran was serious. Choosing furniture, moving together, and wishing to change the daily utensils into pairs like ordinary lovers, all these were proposed by Song Qiran, and in a split second, he really thought that the other party wanted to have a relationship with him!He thought Song Qiran wanted to form a family with him!

How could he have that kind of thought!

Zhao Meng's silence lasted longer than expected, and Song Qiran panicked.He has done a good job every time in the past. He feels that Zhao Meng likes every link and every line of dialogue.As long as Zhao Meng likes it, it should be fine, and what Zhao Meng likes most is that two people can overcome all difficulties and stay together forever, isn't it?

He made all the plans, speculated about all the preferences of this person, from the first date, the first night, every step of the way was careful, he saw this person from the first time he saw him, the eyes were full of love. Filled with strong liking, and then that feeling did not decrease but increased day by day.It was just a step away.

Song Qiran made countless preparations for today, he really needed a word from Zhao Meng, even though he had asked countless times before, "Will you show up by my side whenever I need to see you", he Not wanting to just get an "I will," his needs are more urgent than that, deeper than that.

He wanted to laugh, and showed a cowardly and cute smile like a small animal like before, but Zhao Meng looked away.

"I can apologize!" Song Qiran grabbed his arm, "It's all up to you, you can do anything."

He'd like to act like he always does, but his facial expression is full of paradoxical restraint.

Zhao Meng likes him, but it doesn't mean Zhao Meng can't see it.

The current Song Qiran reminds him of the time when he said to himself, "Work is boring, I will lose control of my emotions".At that time, Zhao Meng never thought that Song Qiran's hidden loss of control would involve the topic of how to go on between two people. He thought that he could really understand all the things that came and went in his life. Take it lightly.

He thought he wouldn't feel the sting like he did now.

He took Song Qiran's hand that was holding his arm.

"My third aunt has lived in the ancestral house all her life, and she is not used to living in hotels. Tonight...I will accompany her."

"Zhao Meng," Song Qiran looked at him puzzled, then changed his words, "Brother Meng?"

"I'll come back when I have time."

Zhao Meng left those words in front of his face, grabbed his coat, unlocked the door and went out. During the whole process, Song Qiran just stood there, frowning at him.

He hoped that the other party would say something, but he was afraid that Song Qiran would say more unreasonable things, so he closed the door without saying a word.

Zhao Meng didn't take the elevator directly downstairs. He stood quietly at the door like a statue for a long time. He didn't know how long it was until there was a loud sound of some kind of fragile glass coming from the door. The sound of products being smashed into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

His breathing went awry, his fingertips trembled, like waking up from a long dream.