he has a clean freak

On the day of the wedding, Liang Songying wore a white suit and sent the two into the church.The wedding march was played festively, and the couple exchanged rings under the auspices of the pastor.The pastor asked if everyone present had any objections?Liang Songying followed the pastor's gaze and looked at the seats, her eyes fixed.

In the front row, Yan Wangxiao sat with his legs crossed.

He was dressed in a well-dressed black suit, showing great respect for the occasion, with no expression on his face, he met Liang Songying's eyes and passed them lightly.

Liang Songying couldn't help turning her head, showing a puzzled look.

Fu Yu met his eyes and smiled at him.Looking past Yan Wangxiao under the stage, he was not surprised, and his face was always full of joy.

After the ceremony, the group drove to the hotel for a wedding banquet.Liang Songying pulled out the car and parked it on the side of the road, opened the door to see if there were any guests who needed to be picked up.

Looking around, he saw Yan Wangxiao approaching in front of him, and then walked around.He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard a voice from the second seat.He turned his head and saw Yan Wangxiao sitting calmly in the passenger seat and said, "I didn't drive here."

Liang Songying nodded and continued to wait for someone to get into the car without saying a word.

A pair of girls sat in the back seat, chatting non-stop.They recognized the two people in front of them, and they couldn't help scanning back and forth with wide and curious eyes.Liang Songying responded politely to their question, feeling uncomfortable, turned on the player and played music.

When driving to a downhill tunnel, Liang Songying subconsciously slowed down the speed of the car, and immediately reacted and increased the speed of the car again.He turned his head and glanced at Yan Wangxiao quickly, and Yan Wangxiao also realized that the speed of the car had suddenly slowed down, and was looking at him suspiciously.

He smiled uncomfortably.

After parking the car outside the hotel, Yan Wangxiao walked beside him, not speaking, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Liang Songying felt uncomfortable, but Yan Wangxiao might not feel better.Knowing that if they stay together, they will hate and resist in their hearts, and they insist on getting together again, so that they will not be happy with each other.Liang Songying raised his hand to put Yan Wangxiao's shoulder, Yan Wangxiao's body trembled imperceptibly, but turned his face to look at him calmly, his eyebrows lowered, and his eyes fell on the slender, skinny hand on the shoulder, looking at it. After a second or so, he turned his head back naturally.

Liang Songying made an inch of it, spread his fingers, climbed up along the shoulder, and climbed to the neck under the collar, sticking to the flesh.

Yan Wangxiao frowned, raised his hand reflexively to push him away, and took a few steps forward.After taking a few steps away, he turned his head and glared at Liang Songying bitterly.Liang Songying smiled, didn't say anything, slipped into the open elevator door, and went upstairs alone.

Finding the banquet hall, I chatted with Xiao Ting and Fu Yu who was receiving the guests at the door, and saw Yan Wangxiao coming from the other end of the corridor, and quickly said: "I'll go in first." Then turned around and entered, and found a table that was almost full of people table, regardless of whether the people around you are familiar or not.

It took less than half a minute to sit down... Yan Wangxiao stood beside him, politely asked the man next to him to give up his seat, and Shi Shiran sat down.The whole table looked at the two of them, Liang Songying felt embarrassed, turned around, and said politely to Yan Wangxiao: "It's such a coincidence, we met again."

Yan Wangxiao let out a "hmm", and his sharp eyes swept over everyone present.

The banquet hall was full of noise, and the screen on the stage displayed the exquisite wedding photos of Xiao Fu and his wife in a slideshow, and the sound of brisk music filled every corner.The waiters shuttled through the banquet, bringing dishes to the table one by one, and the host and the couple were talking on the stage.

When it came time for the bride to throw the hydrangea ball, the best man and bridesmaids gathered in the audience, waiting to catch the lucky ball.

Liang Songying didn't join in the fun, just sat on the seat watching and laughing.Fu Yu simply called him through the microphone: "Call your best man Liang Songying, please come to the stage immediately." Suddenly, Yan Wangxiao pushed him from the side, "Aren't you going?"

The whole table looked over in unison again.

Liang Songying pretended not to hear or see, and still looked sideways ahead.Yan Wangxiao amplified his voice, "The best man goes up to pick up the hydrangea!" In the past, Liang Songying would have dismissed him with a laugh, but now that he is born, he is worse than a stranger. He tilted his head and nodded, "Yes." Then stood up and walked towards the front desk.Seeing a line of people waiting for him, he quickened his pace and trotted over.He is very popular, everyone knows that he is thirty years old, and has just lost love, laughing, and consciously give him an excellent position in the middle.

He looked up at the stage, Fu Yu smiled brightly at him, turned his back, weighed the embroidery ball in his hand, leaned back, and the flower ball fell backwards in a parabola.He didn't want to pick it up, he was squeezed by people, he was laughing, and he just raised his hands to put on a show.A woman next to him screamed when she received it, and smiled shyly at him.

"Congratulations!" Liang Songying said loudly.

On the way back to his seat, he saw Li Minghui, Zhao Jie, and Luo Cha, so he stopped talking, and while he was talking, someone gave him a seat, and he thanked him for taking his seat, and didn't go back to Yan Wangxiao's place.During the dinner, he drank a few glasses of wine and ate a meal slowly.People left the banquet hall one after another, gradually becoming deserted, and the voices were sparse.

Fu Yu and Xiao Ting saw off the guests and sat down to chat for a while from time to time.

Yan Wangxiao stood up, walked to Liang Songying's table, and sat down silently.Li Minghui and the others suddenly had different expressions, Luo Cha and Li Minghui were okay, Zhao Jie immediately blew his beard and stared.Liang Songying blushed and turned her head away, her eyes were strange.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the ghost is lingering.

My mind is a little fuzzy, I don't want to understand what Yan Wangxiao is sticking to, obviously I hate him, don't I?That feeling of being hated by others follows around her all the time, like an annoying buzzing mosquito, Liang Songying just wanted to slap it with pia and fly it into a smear of mosquito blood on the wall.He couldn't pat Fei Yan Wang Xiao, so he felt like a thorn in his throat, and his mind was shaken.His eyes dodged inexplicably, and his movements were stiff and unnatural.

No one greets Yan Wangxiao, treating him as transparent.

Liang Songying poured a glass of red wine from a new glass, put it in front of Yan Wangxiao, moved closer, and pretended to be calm, "Do you want to drink?"

Yan Wangxiao clasped his hands and placed his fingers on his knees. Hearing this, he looked down at the glass of wine and said coldly, "I won't drink it."

Liang Songying's lips trembled uncontrollably.

He reached out to take the wine glass back, but he held it and didn't retract it.At that moment, he suddenly had an urge to pick up the wine glass and pour the wine on Yan Wangxiao's body, then lift up the tablecloth, throw all the leftover soup on him, and make him dirty!He directed a few wonderful scenes in his mind, and his joy ran through his limbs like an electric current.

Yan Wangxiao stood a few steps away from the table, red wine and various dishes slipped from his expensive and exquisite black dress, his exposed neck and face were also stained with dirt, his eyes became sharp, and he stared at him, gnashing his teeth and wishing Pounced on him and ate him.

He swept across the mess and hugged his bowed head with both hands.Compared with Yan Wangxiao, it's pitiful. "sorry."

No one handed a tissue to the fierce Yan Wangxiao, all his friends in the room stood by his side, and those indifferent eyes seemed to say that you deserve it.

He smiled secretly to himself.

Liang Songying came to her senses, voices gradually poured into her ears, Zhao Jie's face on the opposite side gradually became clear, and he called angrily, "Who allowed you to sit here?"

"Fu Yu invited me here."

He glanced sideways at the man who was answering the conversation. Yan Wangxiao was still clasping his hands on his knees, his whole body was clean, neat and elegant.

He couldn't hear the content of their bickering anymore, and felt sad for the self-pity and self-pity just now.His eyes fell on his hand, and he felt a wave of dizziness from the glass of wine he took back from Yan Wangxiao.

But look at how clean he is, he doesn't even want to drink a glass of wine.

Dirty.

Liang Songying suppressed the feeling of nausea, stood up and apologized, and walked to the bathroom.Once he left, he never came back.He sent a text message to Xiao Ting and left the hotel straight away.The wind at the entrance of the hotel rushed towards his face, bringing a burst of chills to his heart, which was extremely comfortable and made him wake up a little bit.He walked outside, and on that night road, he recalled some past events related to Yan Wangxiao, for example, Yan Wangxiao never liked kissing, disliked his saliva, and always liked to tell him to wash his hands, take a bath, and throw out the trash.

In fact, from the very beginning, Yan Wangxiao's love was reserved, he set a condition and framework for love.Once Liang Songying does not conform to his setting, it is the time for them to break up.He remembered that they had a quarrel once, and he was angry that Yan Wangxiao had never considered and worked hard for a long-term relationship in the future. He said that as long as Yan Wangxiao followed him, they could grow old forever and let him believe in him.Yan Wangxiao agreed.

Who knows that God's will tricks people, in the end it's not that Yan Wangxiao doesn't believe him, but that he doesn't want to continue following his footsteps at all.

His people are dirty, and the road is naturally dirty.

Apart from him, there are tens of millions of clean people in the world. As long as Yan Wangxiao is smart, he will not suffer and linger on his dirty road, living an unhappy life.

He asks himself that he can work hard on everything, to manage a relationship, maintain a relationship, and make compromises, but it is difficult to change himself, him, and the fait accompli.

Being around Yan Wangxiao was like hell, and he could bear it for more than a year.

He couldn't wait until the end of all hardships, but he tried his best.

After Liang Songying left, Yan Wangxiao poured himself a glass of wine.He sat on his back, and his ears gradually became deserted.Fu Yu came and sat down next to him: "Have you asked Song Li to pick you up?"

"Why did you invite me here? What friendship do I have with you?" Yan Wangxiao didn't answer her question, didn't look at her, and asked himself.

She looked at the people around her, saw Xiao Ting who was seeing off the last guest at the door, and said: "He disappeared for more than half a year. I don't know whether he is dead or alive. I am worried about him. If I get married, he will definitely come back if he is alive." Participate. He is hiding from you, so I will give you a chance to meet and make a formal end. From then on, he can start a new life and forget you."

"It sounds like you got married to force him to show up. Do you love him?" Yan Wangxiao shook out a cigarette.

"I can't answer your question. He is a very important friend of mine, but you don't cherish him, and I feel worthless for him." Fu Yu looked at him straight and honestly, "Second Young Master Yan, just treat the past as a paragraph. Nie Yuan, don't bother him anymore, can you?"

"It's not your turn to intervene in the matter between me and him. You don't understand. You just need to take care of your husband's heart." Yan Wangxiao held a cigarette in one hand, and pretended to touch his pocket with the other hand. I picked up a voice recorder and recorded what you said just now, look, Xiao Ting is here, I will play it to him, do you think he might have misunderstood something?"

"Sometimes you look gentle, but in reality you are cruel and ruthless." Fu Yu frowned.

Yan Wangxiao smiled coldly and stood up.

"I hated you in the past, and it's even worse now. It can be seen that there are eternal things in the world." After he finished speaking, he passed by Xiao Ting who was coming, and left without squinting.

"I don't like this person. He is a ruthless character who must get revenge. He is narrow-minded. I can't understand why Lan would like him." Fu Yu said to Xiao Ting.

Xiao Ting's face was unpredictable for a moment.

"Anyway, they've already broken up, so don't worry, Lan is not a kid."

"Ah."

Fu Yu clasped his hand tightly.