Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

This person retreated only in the afternoon, feeling lonely.

Fu Wan threw her phone on the sofa, lowered her long crow-feather eyelashes, and glanced at Qi Ye with her light and clear eyes.

"Your Highness wants me again?" He asked with a smile.

Qi Ye reached out and patted his forehead: "Shut up those weird names of yours." And ambiguous expressions.

"Then get the certificate." Fu Wan rested her head comfortably on the back of the sofa, "I can do it, listen to you, after all, when my dad heard about this, the expression on his face seemed to be that he saw smoke from the ancestral grave. "

His brother's eyes are quite beautiful, and there is a small tear mole at the end of his left eye. When he looks at him smiling, it always reminds him of a frozen lake where stars fall, a pool of brilliance.

He promised too quickly, and Qi Ye's heart seemed to be slowed down, with some ripples, wobbly, uneasy.

"By the way, let me ask you." Qi Ye said, "If someone else asks you to get married, will you agree?"

"Another house?" Fu Wan thought about it for a moment, and when Qi Ye's complexion was getting darker, she suddenly reached out and lifted Qi Ye's chin, and said in a frivolous tone, "Who can be as good-looking as my brother."

When he said this, he got closer, "Can things between straight men be called hooligans" written all over his face, his mouth with well-shaped lips opened and closed, and the corners of his light-colored mouth slightly raised.

Obviously the waist and shoulders are thin and thin, but the mouth is a bit fleshy.

It's soft and looks a little friendly.

Qi Ye grabbed the tip of his silver-gray dyed hair and pulled him away a little.

Forget it, the environment of this kid's head is still in the stone age of drilling wood to make fire, so I don't understand.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of marriage, it is not a bad thing to be able to keep people around and protect them.

However, before he understands his situation, he needs to keep some distance from Fu Wan and avoid physical contact.

"Brother Ye, don't worry about it." Fu Wan rubbed his bandaged foot against his brother's trouser leg, "A contractual marriage is a nameless thing that depends on the business performance of both parties. For our Prince Qi, don't be too serious. Simple, with a few handfuls of pressure."

It's Qi Ye who is under pressure: "..."

"Fu Zaozao, don't swear." Qi Ye reminded.

"Well." His brother is just too clean.

While comforting his brother, Fu Wan hugged his phone and checked the fans' messages in the live broadcast room.

He majored in game design, signed a live broadcast contract with Pingxin TV last year, and played whenever he had nothing to do.

He doesn't have any fixed live broadcast content. He usually plays whatever game is popular, and occasionally does evaluations. The flow of water friends is high, but there are also many old fans.

@晚夜: It won’t be broadcast anymore~ I’ll post back to Xiaojia to sleep!

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[Poor anchor B, no place to live?Live in a small family? ]

[Promise me, if you run out of money in the future, you can do more live broadcasts to sell jokes, and don't spend money on small commercial performances with poor security. ]

[Xinyu's recently popular 4v4 mobile game, let's arrange it with the brothers? ]

[There is an anchor on Pingxin TV who scolds you, and his fans say they are going to kick you out. ]

[If you are poor, you will broadcast honestly. If your legs are disabled, will it affect your performance? ]

"Go back?" Qi Ye came here to find people, "I'll take you home tomorrow."

"I'll wait for Fu Hengyao later." Fu Wan insisted.

"He won't be back tonight." Qi Ye pushed the phone over to Fu Wan, "His big fan's profile picture suddenly went black just now, and he is flying on the trending search."

Fu Wan: "...Okay."

"Where's your wheelchair?" Qi Ye asked, "I'll push you back."

They loved playing together since they were young. Fu Wan had a bed in Qi Ye's room, and over the years he had moved a lot of his pots, pans, and other junk there.

Compared with the Fu family, he has a more sense of belonging to Qi Ye's bed.

"Wheelchair..." Fu Wan was a little embarrassed, "When I got into the elevator, I was stuck by the elevator door, and the wheel fell off."

Qi Ye: "..."

Forget it, he transported the people back first, and then kept the distance.

Fu Wan was lying on Qi Ye's back, the neckline of the large shirt was slightly slanted to the left shoulder, the red thread hanging from his neck was hanging down, and softly brushed past Qi Ye's neck, the safety buckle made of white jade was on Qi Ye's chest collarbone side.

This safety buckle was a reward that Qi Ye asked his family for when he was the first in the grade examination in elementary school.

Fu Wan dialed the safety button with her fingertips: "Laughing, brother, you gave me a bride price when you knew it."

"Shut up, you." Qi Ye said helplessly, "Stop drinking a few breaths, I'm carrying a heavy load."

They met Fu Wan's father, Fu Jinzhao, downstairs. The man probably came back from a business trip, reeking of alcohol.

Fu Wan found out early on that his father and Qi Ye spoke very politely, as if they were important partners in business.

The conversation between the two was also a business transaction that Fu Wan didn't bother to study carefully.

"Okay, I'm watching the marriage process, and my cooperation will keep up." Fu Jinzhao said, "Xinyu, please take care of our company."

After exchanging greetings with him, Qi Ye walked forward with Fu Wan on his back.

"He talks to you like a dutiful son." Fu Wan said.

His father didn't even ask Qi Ye why he was behind his back, he seemed to only care about the company's benefits that the agreed marriage could bring.

"Then what are you? My grandson?"

"..." Fu Wan lost her temper.

Anyway, his brother is reliable.

He put his head on Qi Ye's shoulder.

Qi Ye's footsteps slowed down unconsciously, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the two of them basked in the moonlight for a while on a short journey.

When the two returned to Qi Ye's bedroom, the unedited electronic version of the photos taken in the afternoon had already been sent, and they were asked for their opinions on editing the photos.

The photo was taken very well, with a near-perfect composition and excellent light and shadow to enhance the atmosphere. In the photo, the two people looking at each other, their eyes meeting each other, are like real lovers.

Qi Ye's fingertips rubbed Fu Wan's cheek in the photo a few times, and just as he was about to say he was satisfied, Fu Wan called the photographer.

"Uncle, can you make me look 1.8 meters tall? That's right, just one centimeter more than the original."

Qi Ye: "..."

Qi Ye kept a safe distance from Fu Wan, and lowered his head to glance at the new news on the phone.

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye said.

A large tanfu fell from the sky early, and it stuck to his back and he couldn't get it off.

"Why?" Fu Wan hugged his neck and asked, "I'm doing Bishe."

Forget it, Qi Ye thought, he can keep a safe distance tomorrow morning.

"My grandma wants to see us, can we go back to the main house tomorrow?" Qi Ye asked.

Fu Wan: "Okay, you arrange it."

Early the next morning, the main house of the Qi family sent a car to pick up the two of them. Fu Wan stayed up all night thinking about his graduation project, and dozed off early in the morning on the back seat of the car using Qi Ye as a pillow.

Qi Ye stared at his peaceful sleeping face for a while, then reached out and brushed the silver-gray hair dyed on the back of his head, and moved his head to his lap to make him sleep more comfortably.

After arriving at the main house, Qi Ye said, "Wait here for a while, and I'll find you a more convenient means of transportation."

Fu Wan nodded, occupied the sofa, and didn't play games for a while, when he heard footsteps behind him, he thought it was Qi Ye, but when he looked up, he realized it was not.

The person in front of him was quite tall, dressed in all black, with a bit of the noble temperament inherent in the Qi family, not as natural as Qi Ye, he looked stubborn, and his face was familiar.

"Are you going to marry Qi Ye?" the visitor asked.

Fu Wan hummed.

"Why?" The visitor reacted quite strongly, "I thought you were facing me?"

"Who are you?" Just as Fu Wan finished speaking, she remembered a little.

This dark thing seems to be Qi Ye's second cousin.

When they were in junior high school, it was this person who had a problem with Qi Ye and called a group of people to block Qi Ye.

When Fu Wan, a junior high school student, heard about it, her blood boiled, and she went to help with a stick. At that time, Qi Ye had just knocked down a few, but Fu Wan rushed too hard, did not stop the car, and missed Qi Ye with a stick.

That was the heaviest injury Qi Ye had suffered since he got involved in small family struggles.

"I'm a ghost to you." Speaking of this, Fu Wan became angry, "I don't know you at all."

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye's voice came from not far away, "Come here."

Fu Wan limped over.

Qi Ye looked at his cousin on the other side of the sofa from a distance, and gave him a warning look.

The man shrugged indifferently, turned and left.

"What did you guys talk about just now?" Qi Ye asked.

After talking for so long, standing so close, with such subtle expressions, he wanted to know.

Fu Wan didn't want to bring up the embarrassing incident in junior high school, and wanted to avoid the topic, so she said, "It's nothing."

Feeling his perfunctory and concealment of the content of the conversation, Qi Ye's heart sank, like pouring sour lemonade, and he was a little unhappy and careless.

"He's a grade above us, what's his name? I can't remember." Fu Wan asked casually, "It seems to be, Qi..."

There is a name on the horizon.

"Qi Yiguo." Qi Ye said indifferently.

"..." Fu Wan's train of thought was interrupted, and she couldn't remember at all.

"Or you can call him Qimo."

"...That's stupid, are you polite bro?" Fu Wan asked, "At least that's your cousin."

But he didn't care too much about the name of this unjust cousin, it doesn't matter whether it's left or right.

Qi Ye couldn't find a suitable means of transportation, so he could only support Fu Wan and walk to his grandmother's study while keeping a clean and safe distance.

Fu Wan has been listless today, her eyes are a little red, her feet are still limping, she keeps using Qi Ye as a crutch, leaning on Qi Ye's body, and hanging on Qi Ye's body.

The moment she saw the two of them, Mrs. Qi froze for a moment before glaring at Qi Ye.

Just because of what happened just now, Qi Ye said sullenly: "?"

He had a little premonition.

Fu Wan is actually very popular with the elders, he is lively and active, he can liven up the atmosphere, and he can always find topics that the elders like.

Mrs. Qi liked him before, and asked Qi Ye to stuff him with a lot of food and entertainment.

Chatting with Qi Ye's grandmother, he casually took the coffee cup on the table, took a sip, and naturally pushed the cup back in front of Qi Ye after drinking it.

This is a little habit left over from his student days. He didn't bring a water cup to school, but Qi Ye had it anyway.

Qi Ye looked at the coffee cup that he had sipped, and resisted the urge to pick it up, feeling inexplicably much better again.

"It's so bitter." Fu Wan said, "Why didn't you add milk?"

There was a faint aroma of coffee in the air, and he pressed the corner of his mouth because of the bitterness.

"This is black coffee with no sugar added." Qi Ye silently put the cup inside his safe circle, "Drink your own apple juice."

"Brother, I'm sleepy, let me refresh myself." Fu Wan whispered to him, "I knew I wouldn't have worked so long last night, my back hurts after sitting for a long time."

He was talking about the end of his wonderful idea, he was very passionate about game design, and it was easy to lose track of time.

Qi Ye was stared at again, and wanted to kick Fu Wan, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid of being kicked into broken bones.

"Wanwan." Mrs. Qi coughed softly, "I always thought that marriage by agreement could only be regarded as a business cooperation, and I didn't have any feelings for you. I was afraid that you would be wronged, but you two seem to have a good relationship. The wedding is over."

"That's right, my brother is all right." Fu Wan echoed.

"Hey, brother." He tugged at the corner of Qi Ye's clothes again, and pasted it to make small talk, "It's amazing, you're right, our business is so suitable, we didn't do anything, and they thought we were Like family."