Husband who is five years younger, he flirts again

Perhaps his reaction was too violent, or his current expression was really ugly, and the fairy man in the car also had a look of displeasure on his face, and raised his chin at him: "Mr. Song, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Alright, let's get in the car and talk."

Mr. Song?Song Li was taken aback, he knew my name.

After thinking about it, he laughed at himself. Just now Xu Shanshan told him upstairs that someone was looking for him. Since he was looking for him, he must be looking for him by name, and they all came to the school, even the office. He knew which building he was in, so how could he not be able to find out his name.

He sighed, knowing that he couldn't escape today, so he went around to the opposite side, opened the car door and bent over to get in.

The second his butt touched the seat, he no longer struggled in his heart. He is worthy of being a fighter jet in a luxury car. He just loves this touch. Even if he will be dragged to the coal yard for sale in a while, it is considered to be able to sit on this butt worth it.

Shu Shuang only happened for a moment. After the initial excitement, he began to feel awkward. Sitting there at a loss, he didn't dare to turn his head to look at the fairy man next to him.

Fortunately, Xiannan is a person with a strong sense of time, so he probably doesn't want to delay with him here, so he raised his wrist to look at his watch: "Where did Mr. Song plan to go?"

Um?Song Li was suddenly accosted by him, and later realized that the fairy man was not only good-looking, but also had a nice voice.

Feeling dizzy, he glanced at the small paper bag on his lap and said honestly, "Find a coffee shop and have afternoon tea."

After he finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed, and always felt that a big man seemed a bit sissy when he said such a thing.

Fortunately, Xian Nan didn't care what a person like him would say, he just nodded and started the car.

Song Li secretly looked at his indifferent profile, tsk, it's so pretty.

The car drove smoothly all the way, and finally stopped in front of a coffee shop. Song Li looked up at the signboard. He knew this shop, but he had never been to it.

Drinking afternoon tea is just about relaxing and comfortable. The taste of coffee is similar, so there is no need to waste this money to put on a show.

However, the word cost-effective is obviously inconsistent with the temperament of the fairy man, and it may even lower his compulsion.

Sure enough, Xian Nan got out of the car, Xian Nan stepped forward with his long legs, and Xian Nan's slender fingers closed the skirt of the suit.

Song Li raised his hand to cover his heart, he must be a god, he must be able to play Gu, otherwise how could such a simple little action be done so beautifully by him.

The two entered the coffee shop together, and the extraordinary temperament of the fairy man instantly attracted the amazed attention of most people.

Song Li couldn't help puffing out his chest.

No, what others are looking at is a fairy man, what kind of energy is he.

The two sat down at a relatively quiet booth. The waiter with a sweet smile came to order. Song Li ordered Mocha as usual, and Xiannan ordered American style.

When the waiter brought the coffee and walked away with a smile, the fairy man who had been sitting on the sofa put down his phone, leaned forward slightly, and raised his eyelashes to look at him.

Song Li immediately cheered up, he knew that this was the signal that Xian Nan wanted to talk to him.

Sure enough, the next second the fairy man said: "Mr. Song, seeing your reaction to me, I think you still remember me."

That's too much to remember, the one-night stand is so good-looking, if he forgets, it's a lack of heart.

Song Li smiled calmly: "Remember, Haoyun Hotel."

We're all grown-ups now, so we don't need to squirm about this kind of thing.

The fairy man nodded, and his eyes seemed to show a look of satisfaction: "Then I'll get to the point and say, are you single now?"

Um?Is it just such a private inquiry?

Song Li smiled awkwardly: "Yes."

Xiannan continued to nod, and it seemed that he was not surprised that he would answer this way: "If there is a suitable candidate now, do you have any plans to get married?"

"This..." He was too serious and serious. Although it was a very abrupt question, it didn't make people feel uncomfortable at all. Song Li thought about it, and answered truthfully: "I will consider it."

"That's good." The fairy man seemed to have finished the question, leaning back and clasping his hands in a conversation posture that made people look comfortable: "Mr. Song, if you can, I hope you will treat me as a suitable Candidates to consider."

"Oh ah?"

Song Li raised his head abruptly, his eyes widened.

Xiannan still looked indifferent, as if the speech that was tantamount to the explosion of nuclear weapons just now did not come from him at all.

He was so calm and calm, it seemed that Song Li was too startled, like a bumpkin.

He coughed, the hand under the table pinched his thigh, forced himself to calm down, and looked up at the person opposite.

"that……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that he didn't know what to call this person at all, so he couldn't just call him a fairy man.

It's fine to complain in his heart, but if he really yelled, maybe there's nothing wrong with him, so he would dig out the castle in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Xiannan immediately understood what he meant, nodded slightly, and said softly, "My name is He Muyan."

Song Li breathed out: "Mr. He, I'm sorry, let me confirm with you again, I don't know if my understanding is correct, did you mean that you want me to consider you as a marriage partner?"

God, the words "marriage partner" are simply too powerful.

Almost as soon as he uttered his words, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to roar in his chest, but he still tried his best to suppress his emotions, and he couldn't show too much gaffe.

He Muyan picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Yes, you and me."

Song Li's hands pinching his thighs trembled, his throat felt dry.

He Muyan looked at his expression and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Song is not satisfied with me."

"No, no, nothing!" Song Li shook his hands and head desperately: "Mr. He, you are very good and excellent."

He Muyan nodded: "Thank you, what does Mr. Song think?"

How about it?Song Li's eyes were darkened by his question, and he didn't know how to answer at all, but this person pushed him too hard. Song Liqiang resisted his aura and asked bravely, "Mr. He is a young talent, why are you in such a hurry to get married?" ?”

"It's very annoying to urge marriage at home."

This answer was a bit unexpected. Song Li looked at his slightly frowning brows and felt the same way. He is a 31-year-old bachelor himself, and he has been living under the curse of his mother and relatives all these years. , Thinking about it is also a bitter tear.

Unexpectedly, such a high-quality face on the opposite side, which seems to have no shortage of heterosexuality, can't escape the fate of being urged to marry by the family.

Song Li suddenly felt that there was no sense of distance between him and him, and he relaxed a little, and asked another question: "Then, why did you find me?"

After he finished asking, He Muyan lifted up those beautiful eyes and looked at him. The black pupils were as quiet as a deep pool, but their penetrating power was extremely strong. Song Li couldn't help it, and immediately looked away.

Homeuyan's tone was low: "We are very suitable."

suitable?Song Li looked at his face, then looked at himself, thought of his fighter jet luxury car, and then thought of his own Santana.

Where does it fit?

He Muyan seemed to be able to read minds, lowered those two clusters of excessively long eyelashes, and said softly: "Body."

Song Li thought he heard it wrong at first, but when he realized it, his face turned red instantly, and his whole body exploded in temperature like a boiling kettle.

"you you you………"

He held you back for a long time, and finally held back, almost exploding, raised his hand to cover half of his face, and only hummed embarrassingly after a while.

He Muyan asked him, "Are there any other questions?"

Yes, but he dared not ask.

Seeing that he didn't speak, He Muyan assumed that he had acquiesced, and asked again: "Then Mr. Song thinks it's okay?"

Song Li had a bitter face and said pitifully, "May I think about it."

"Of course." He Muyan glanced at his watch: "It's one o'clock now. I have a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it will end at 03:30. It would be the best if Mr. Song can reply to me before four o'clock."

Song Li half opened his mouth, thinking for three hours, is this called thinking?

For He Muyan, it was obvious, because it could be seen from his expression that he was already a little impatient, and he didn't want to waste any more time here, so he raised his head and asked, "Mr. Song, is it okay?"

Song Li smiled wryly: "Yes."

He Muyan nodded in satisfaction, and pushed the file bag that had been placed beside him in front of him.

"Here is my personal information, which is very comprehensive, and you can use it as a reference."

Song Li glanced at the portfolio, feeling complicated.

"That's it for now." He Muyan straightened his suit, got up and looked at him: "Mr. Song can continue to enjoy his afternoon tea here, and we will contact you at four o'clock."

Out of politeness, Song Li felt that he wanted to see him off, but when he stood up in a panic, He Muyan had already left the coffee shop with long legs.

Turning his head to look at the back of the man bent over and sitting in the car, Song Li sighed slightly.

What's the matter.

Pressing the file bag on the table with his fingers, he was silent for a while, and then gently pushed it away.

He took out the donut in a fit of anger and swallowed most of it in one gulp.

It was very sweet, but he didn't enjoy eating it at all.

He swallowed whole, as if he had made up his mind, the expression in his eyes became firm.

At four o'clock, He Muyan's phone call came on time, and Song Li didn't want to worry about how he knew his mobile phone number.

He Muyan's deep voice seemed to be more magnetic and pleasant on the phone: "Mr. Song, how are you thinking?"

Song Li took a deep breath, and said as if he was in a desperate situation: "After thinking about it, I think Mr. He is a very suitable marriage partner."

He Muyan just said "um", and his tone was surprisingly flat: "That's it, I'll pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, let's get your certificate."

This is tantamount to throwing another bomb directly at Song Li's face, but this day he has been bombed by all kinds of rockets, nuclear weapons and so on. Now hearing him say this There was not much heart ups and downs.

Just struggling to death, I couldn't help but ask again: "Is it too rushed to get the certificate tomorrow?"

He Muyan was silent for a while: "From my schedule, I only have time tomorrow morning, and after that it will be Thursday, which means three days later."

Song Li waved his hands with a headache: "Forget it, forget it, tomorrow will be tomorrow."

Early death and late death are all dead, so why care about this day or two.