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When Zhao Xianghai was working, he received a WeChat message from Xiao Ye.

The information is only five words: have you considered it?

Zhao Xianghai stared at the phone screen, frowning for a while, but didn't reply, turned off the screen and put it aside.

Last night, Xiao Ye didn't know which tendon was wrong, and kept pestering Zhao Xianghai to get married.

But he didn't think it was necessary.

There is no legal basis for gay marriage in China. If you really want to get a marriage certificate, you have to apply for immigration.Zhao Xianghai felt that it was enough for the two of them to live a good life together, and there was really no need to go to such great lengths for that certificate.

Xiao Ye refused.

Taking out the energy of a dog grabbing bones, he muttered for half the night, causing Zhao Xianghai to wake up the next morning with a sudden pain in his head.

He was about to return his attention to work when the phone buzzed again.

Zhao Xianghai clicked his tongue, rubbed his forehead, turned over his phone and saw it was still Xiao Ye.He was simple and neat this time, and directly sent an emoji package—a bouquet of pixel-style sparkling roses with poor special effects drilled out from the bottom, and five rotating big characters in Song Dynasty appeared flickering on the top, let's get married.

I don't know which emoji was dug out of the ancient tomb of which dynasty.

The soil is heartbroken.

Zhao Xianghai twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, shook his head helplessly, put the phone far away, and ignored it.

I thought the entanglement would stop here, but at noon, the assistant notified him that Mr. Xiao was here.

The relationship between Xiao Ye and Zhao Xianghai is already public.Therefore, when he came to Zhao Xianghai's company, the assistant didn't ask any questions at all, and just opened the door of the president's office for him.

"What are you here for?" Zhao Xianghai stared at Xiao Ye who walked into the office, a little displeased.

Xiao Ye looked at Zhao Xianghai's well-dressed appearance, his eyes darkened: "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Not yet," Zhao Xianghai bowed his head and continued to sign the document, "I'll go to the company cafeteria to settle it later."

Xiao Ye put a bag by Zhao Xianghai's table: "No need, I brought you lunch, here."

Zhao Xianghai glanced at the bag from the corner of his eye. It was a restaurant he had mentioned by chance a few days ago.

The guy is quite attentive.

This detail warmed Zhao Xianghai's heart slightly, and he looked at Xiao Ye's face through the lens: "Put it here, I'll eat it later."

Xiao Ye said yes, but sat down next to Zhao Xianghai, staring at him straightly.

Zhao Xianghai felt uncomfortable when he saw him: "What are you doing?"

"Why didn't you reply to my message in the morning," Xiao Ye said, "I waited for you with my mobile phone like an idiot."

Zhao Xianghai: "Like this word, it can be removed."

Xiao Ye: "..."

Brother Hai always likes to hurt him recently, and he doesn't use dirty words.

As a man, as a husband, he endured it.

"Then have you considered it?" Xiao Ye asked, "Marrying me."

Zhao Xianghai froze the pen between his fingers: "Do I have to get married?"

"Why not?" Xiao Ye sat a little closer, with one hand already wrapped around Zhao Xianghai's waist, with a full-bodied posture, "We are husband and wife, as you said."

Zhao Xianghai put the pen aside and turned around: "It's husband and wife, that's right, you and I know this well. We have already shared the same bed and lived together. Immigrants and marriages are too troublesome. Just for that one This certificate is really unnecessary. What do you think?"

Of course Xiao Ye knew the truth, but knowing it was one thing, but whether he could accept it was another.

He was silent for a while, tightened his arms, and pulled Zhao Xianghai into his arms: "But I really want to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a harsh intercom call tone.

Zhao Xianghai frowned slightly, and pressed the connection smoothly.

Assistant Wang's voice sounded: "Mr. Zhao, Pan Cheng from Rongmao Group has come to see you."

Pan Cheng...

The name turned around in his mind, Zhao Xianghai hurriedly turned his head to look, and as expected, Xiao Ye's face completely darkened.

He sighed, and smoothed Xiao Ye's back as if to comfort him: "Business, business."

Xiao Ye gritted his teeth: "I came directly to your office, what the hell is going on?"

"It's unavoidable to talk about business." Zhao Xianghai was afraid that this guy would make trouble again, so he pushed him, "Don't worry, I know how to measure it. You go back first."

Xiao Ye remained silent for a while with a cold face, then suddenly stretched out his hand, took the lunch that Zhao Xianghai brought next to him in his palm, stood up, but did not leave the office, but hid in the small lounge, closing the door that was not soundproof.

Zhao Xianghai frowned, and just about to call him, the door of the office had already been pushed open, and Pan Cheng's young and handsome face appeared in sight, with a smile on his face: "Mr. Zhao, good afternoon."