Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

Pingxin tv, Fu Wan's live broadcast room.

[Is this forced pigeon live broadcast? ]

[Such a big leave note, are you blind? ]

[Just went to dinner, a certain mobile game offline event, invited him to the scene. ]

[Whose live broadcast room is so popular even before it started broadcasting, right? ]

[Cuiguo, smash the mouth upstairs, your mother will come as soon as she opens her mouth. ]

[Straight male and stupid anchor, mental age is not more than five years old, has the feat of taking a sister and scolding a sister, has a big addiction to food, stepmother's temper, and a white moonlight face. ]

[He doesn't cook, okay... Hehe, the face is really pretty, if I were a woman, I would be tempted. ]

[Not good, it’s the host of Mibi, playing chicken and equipment all depends on robbery, and playing cards has always been guaranteed to get SSR. ]

[Why?Did you see, there seems to be something wrong with the offline activities! ]

When Qi Ye received the call, he had just finished an online meeting with Xinyu.

"Tell him not to move around, I'll be right over." After Qi Ye ordered, he drove to the event site and asked the staff on the way to understand the situation.

The offline activities of the mobile game invite Internet celebrities and anchors, the popularity is limited, not enough attention is paid to security, and there are sudden surprises.

After Fu Wan finished the game evaluation, just as he stepped off the stage, a male fan rushed over and tried to hug him and confess.

According to the staff, Fu Wan was slightly injured.

Qi Ye's heart seemed to be twisted by something, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove on the edge of the speed limit.

He didn't pay much attention to Fu Wan in the past few days, and he didn't put people under his nose to jump around. He had hoped that he could calm down for a few days, but he didn't expect that something happened to Fu Wan.

Qi Ye's intention to distance himself from Fu Wan had to go back to a week ago——

That day, Fu Wan went to school to collect graduation materials, and caught up with a heavy rainstorm when the cold front crossed the border, and he was soaked through.

He drove to pick up someone, and Fu Wan sat in the co-pilot, wiping her hair with a towel.

There are transparent drops of water hanging on Fu Wan's wet long eyelashes, a pair of well-shaped deer eyes linger with thin moisture, the rain drips along the neat and clean jaw line, the translucent white shirt is stained on the body, the neckline He clumsily ripped off two buttons, and a little red was faintly visible from the depth of the neckline.

"It's raining so little, it's fine if you don't come to catch it." Fu Wan disagreed, "Your brother and I are stubborn, and I'm not afraid of the rain."

Qi Ye didn't know if Brother Fu was tough or not, but at that moment, his little brother was a little tough.

It's actually quite embarrassing to be hard on the boy you grew up with.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he didn't dare to talk to Fu Wan this week.

It's not a small matter tonight.

Qi Ye felt that Fu Wan was probably frightened.

Backstage at an offline event of a mobile game, Fu Wan was sitting on the sofa playing the game, her soft black hair hanging down in front of her forehead, and someone from the organizer was apologizing to him.

"It's okay." Fu Wan waved his hand, "Wolf is divided into wolves, such a small injury is nothing to worry about."

Halfway through the pretense, someone knocked on his head from behind.

Fu Wan let out an ouch, and looked up to see the stern-faced Qi Ye, with bright eyes.

"Brother!" Fu Wan put down her phone, "You're here!"

The staff stared wide-eyed, witnessing the process of the war wolf turning into a sick cat.

"...It hurts so much, brother." Fu Wan grabbed Qi Ye's sleeve and grinned, "Someone bullied me."

The staff stared at the logo on the car key in Qi Ye's hand for a while, and saw Qi Ye's clothes, with a cool and dignified demeanor. Knowing that the person came was of extraordinary status, he recounted the sudden fan confession incident that night in person.

"The male audience at that time..."

Fu Wan got angry from her heart, and answered by herself: "I'm stepping down, he provoked me openly, and even took my photo in his hand, like a black fan seeking revenge."

Qi Ye: "...?"

staff member:"……"

God damn it openly provokes and seeks revenge from black fans.

"He still called me 'wife'." Fu Wan said angrily, "He insulted me, did he want to mold me in clay?"

staff member:"……"

Qi Ye: "..."

He seemed a little relieved that Fu Wan had come to a total misinterpretation of what happened tonight.

But in a certain corner of his heart, there was an inexplicable miss, and he had no time to think about it.

"Fortunately, he fights the five scumbags very well. He can throw over his shoulder with ease." Fu Wan's eyebrows beamed brightly.

Qi Ye interrupted him mercilessly: "But you left the field after falling, because you were too proud and started to move around in a snake skin. When you leaped with faith, you missed your foot and fell over your shoulder by the stairs, right?"

"Hey, it hurts so much." Mentioning the embarrassing thing, Fu Wan went back listlessly, grabbing Qi Ye's sleeve and refusing to let go.

His lips were a little white, and it looked like he was really hurting.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Qi Ye knelt down and carried Fu Wan on his back, "Come on."

There was a smell of disinfectant in the air of the hospital, Fu Wan was pushed by the nurse to check, Qi Ye made a phone call to deal with the work.

When he called back, Fu Wan had already checked.

This man was not in a wheelchair, but stood with one foot by the doorframe of the consulting room, raised his hand and made a shooting motion, seeing that no one was watching, he made another one.

Qi Ye: "..."

"Is this your friend or your younger brother? His right foot is fractured. He needs to go home to rest and avoid strenuous exercise," the doctor explained.

Qi Ye gave Fu Wan a sideways look, feeling regret again.

In the past, such a small business activity that Fu Wan took over, he would follow whatever he said, and keep an eye on people throughout the process.

Fu Wan was sitting beside the medical bed, Qi Ye bent over and rolled up his trousers, gauze was wrapped around his thin white ankle, and there was a scrape around it, the edge of the gauze was slightly pink.

"Did you hear what the doctor said?" Qi Ye said softly, "Don't jump around outside these days, be quiet."

"It can't be." Fu Wan complained of pain while disdainful, "In three days at most, I can walk like flying."

"Give up your heart." Qi Ye mocked, "I called your home. You are staying at my home these few days, and I will watch over you."

Fu Wan: "..."

He and Qi Ye grew up together. Since he was young, he has escaped from making troubles. Even his mother knows that only Qi Ye can control him.

"Is there any more human rights..." He muttered a few words in a low voice, holding Qi Ye's neck with both hands, and asked Qi Ye to carry him on his back.

Fu Wan was carried to the co-pilot by Qi Ye, she drooped her injured foot, and buckled her seat belt.

"Brother Ye, are you busy lately? Why don't you pay me any attention, and you don't reply when I send you messages." He asked casually.

Qi Ye, who was closing the car door for him, was obviously stunned for a moment, and then prevaricated: "I'm about to graduate, and the company has handed over a lot of work to me, so I'm a bit busy."

"Oh." Fu Wan did not doubt him, "Is it troublesome, you are absent-minded."

Qi Ye thought he was covering up his condition very well, but Fu Wan discovered the clues.

But he couldn't explain the reason to Fu Wan.

So he said: "The family asked me to prepare for marriage, which is a bit of a headache."

This is not a handy excuse, his family is indeed helping him choose a partner for a business marriage recently, but Qi Ye thinks it is unnecessary and plans to reject them one by one.

"Business marriage?" This time it was Fu Wan's turn to be taken aback.

That's right, he and his brother are both 22 years old this year. There are too many commercial marriages in their kind of family.

only--

When he thought of Qi Ye going to marry someone else, he felt faintly disappointed.

I don't know what my sister-in-law looks like, whether she is pretty or not, whether she will dislike Qi Ye for being too kind to him, like a "helping brother demon".

The small villas of the Qi family and the Fu family are next to each other. After Qi Ye said hello, he directly transported Fu Wan back to his home.

In a Chinese-style courtyard villa, after passing the corridor of the courtyard, there is a large living room. Qi Ye carried Fu Wan back on the sofa and sat down, and went outside to get the wheelchair for the hospital by himself.

There were more than a dozen A4 papers scattered on the table, Fu Wan glanced at them, and they were all marriage proposals for Qi Ye.

"His Royal Highness, choose a concubine?" Fu Wan pretended to flip through the pages.

Qi Ye carried him into the wheelchair, pinched his ears, and told him to stay where he was cool.

"Xiao Wan, if your feet don't hurt anymore, come and take a look." Qi Ye's mother Qi Feifei just came back from the outside, "If you see something you like, ask your mother to contact you and ask."

Fu Wan: "Then I have to take a look."

Qi Ye is so good, he must find someone who is worthy of him.

Seeing that Fu Wan was quite positive about this matter, the original smile on Qi Ye's face faded a little.

Fu Wan grew up with him. Although I haven't seen anyone who Fu Wan has been attracted to, but Fu Wan's attractive face will not be left behind sooner or later.

On the way just now, he had been in contact with Fu Wan a lot, and his body never reacted.

Sure enough, that day was just an accident.

Qi Ye decided to experiment again.

Fu Wan was busy choosing a concubine for Prince Daqi——

"This won't work. Their company's market share last year was too bad. It's not worthy of my brother. It's not the right family."

"This doesn't work either. I saw she had a boyfriend last month, and Qi Ye will turn into a green leaf."

"It's not good, I have never seen this before, and there is no emotional basis."

"No, she and my brother have different majors, and it seems that they have no common language."

Ms. Qi Feifei agrees with him, and the two pick and choose.

During the period, Qi Ye patted Fu Wan's head, touched the back of Fu Wan's hand, and even hugged Fu Wan's waist affectionately as usual.

None of the previous reactions came up again.

Qi Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't need to deliberately alienate Fu Wan because of the random reaction of the idea.

"Hey, it's gone?" All the documents on the table were sifted through, but none was picked out. Fu Wanyu patted Qi Ye's shoulder earnestly, "It's too difficult, brother, wife, life sometimes ends. There must be, there is no time in life, don’t force it.”

Qi Ye: "..."

His attitude of staying out of the matter and watching the excitement without thinking it was a big deal made Qi Ye feel a little itchy and wanted to tease him for no reason.

"If you want to say that you are rightly married, have a common language, and have a relationship foundation, there really is a suitable one." Qi Ye said quietly.

"Who is it?" Fu Wan's eyes widened.

Qi Ye: "You."

Fu Wan: "...?"

It seems to be a bit of shit.

"That's right!" Aunt Qi slapped the table, "That's right, why didn't I think that if you want to talk about marriage by agreement for this kind of business purpose, who would be suitable for you two?"

Fu Wan just heard what Aunt Qi said.

During this time, Qi Ye's uncle Qi Delong and second uncle Qi Dongqiang stared at the company.

To deal with these two, it is not enough to just cut their hair in the first month, Qi Ye needs the help of a marriage agreement.

His brother was so kind to him, he would leave all good things to him first.

It's not a problem for him to stab his brother in both sides.

"Okay, isn't it just a marriage agreement, the most important thing is to participate." Fu Wan is quite active, relying on their good relationship, there is no joke that can't be joked, and the role quickly entered, "Brother, I will be your wife."

Qi Ye was about to take a sip of boiled water to cool down, but he was stunned for two seconds, then lowered his head and cursed Guo Quintess in his heart.

Fu Wan leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand, hooked his shirt pocket with the tip of the other hand: "Hi, husband."