Everytime I wake up I'm on the way to get married [Quick Transmigration]

Hearing Chen Yuan's answer, Shen Jiarong was stunned.

After being stunned, the anxiety and sweetness that exploded and wandered in his chest dissipated in an instant.

It is absolutely impossible for him to mishear Chen Yuan's voice, and the meaning expressed in just two words cannot be more obvious.

Shen Jiarong didn't ask any more questions.

He slowly squeezed the ring into his palm.

The knuckles of his clenched fist were white, and the hard diamond was almost embedded in his flesh and blood, but he could no longer feel the slightest pain.

After a long time, his straight thin lips finally parted.

"Why?" His gaze was fixed on Chen Yuan, his seemingly unchanging face was completely forced and casual, "Give me a reason."

Chen Yuan finally heard the strangeness in his tone, and raised his eyes when he heard the words, "Reason? What reason is needed for this. I don't like getting married."

Shen Jiarong took this as a perfunctory sentence.

If you don't like getting married, why did you propose in the first place?

Such a transformation, unless—

I don't know what to think of, Shen Jiarong's eyes lighted slightly, and he looked at Chen Yuan, "When we met before, you saw my birthmark." Speaking of this, he took a step forward, "You have seen this birthmark, but it is not On me. Who is that man?"

Chen Yuan didn't quite understand why he suddenly mentioned this again, "You don't know."

Shen Jiarong's jaw line was cold and firm, "Tell me his name, and I will naturally get to know him."

The information between the various small worlds cannot be exchanged, Chen Yuan just frowned and said: "You don't need to know this." In order to prevent him from entanglement, Chen Yuan turned and walked to the door, "I'll go for a walk."

Shen Jiarong looked at Chen Yuan's back without nostalgia and hesitation, his hands and feet suddenly became cold, and it was clear that everything was as usual, but he felt that his feet weighed more than a thousand catties.

It was hard for him to even have the courage to catch up and question him.

But he had to ask.

"You," Shen Jiarong stood on the spot, it was extremely rare for him to hesitate like this, even his usual cold voice was slightly hoarse, "Who do you think I am?"

As soon as the words came out, Shen Jiarong's breath trembled again, but it was completely different from the state of mind just now.

He looked at Chen Yuan's back, the corners of his eyes were slightly red with anger and jealousy, "Since you are willing to play dumb once, why not this time?"

Chen Yuan stopped.

He turned his face to look at Shen Jiarong, with inexplicable eyebrows raised between his eyebrows, "What are you talking nonsense about?"

"Okay," Shen Jiarong didn't want to show weakness in front of Chen Yuan, "If you don't want to say it, I'll investigate it myself."

"What are you going to check? Is your brain squeezed by the door? What's there to check for a birthmark?"

Shen Jiarong looked away, "Name, identity, address, there are too many things to check."

Chen Yuan frowned deeper, "You can't find these." He made up a reason casually, "I saw this birthmark in a dream."

Shen Jiarong was stunned for a moment, "Dream?"

"Ah."

These words easily extinguished the anxiety in Shen Jiarong's heart, and the shadow of the boulder hanging in his heart also quietly disappeared.

Huaguang was flowing in his eyes, "Did you see me in your dream?"

Chen Yuan raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Whatever you want."

Shen Jiarong walked over quickly the moment he turned around, "Then why didn't you agree to my marriage proposal?"

"Like I said, I don't like being married. I don't need to."

Shen Jiarong raised her arm to block his way, her eyes darkened, "I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not."

Chen Yuan glanced at him, waved him away, and continued to go out the door.

Shen Jiarong stood behind him, gritted her teeth and said, "Chen Yuan, I won't always be in such a good mood, don't regret it!"

Chen Yuan ignored this nonsense and stepped over the threshold.

Shen Jiarong watched Chen Yuan drift away, her face turned black, and she was about to raise her foot to catch up, only to belatedly remember the engagement ring that was still clutched in her palm.

He put the ring in front of his eyes, snorted coldly, and raised his hand suddenly——

However, the moment before he dropped the ring, he tightly pursed his lips, hesitating again and again in his heart.

The raised hand paused for a moment, then slowly retracted.

Shen Jiarong put the ring back into the box, and threw it into her pocket as if venting her anger, pretending to be out of sight and out of mind.

"Sir," the servant at the side happened to come over, "Do you need to prepare dinner now?"

"Ah."

After getting the answer, the servant responded and planned to go to the kitchen.

"Wait," Shen Jiarong's eyes moved slightly, "I won't come down for dinner tonight. If Chen Yuan asks, just say that my company is busy and I will stay in the study all the time."

"Ok."

Shen Jiarong turned his face to look outside the door, Chen Yuan's shadow was still faintly visible, and then watched the bodyguards follow him before he went upstairs to the study.

When Chen Yuan came back half an hour later, the dinner was already ready.

"Mr. Chen," said the servant, "we can serve dinner soon."

Chen Yuan washed his hands and walked into the dining room, and saw that the dinner had been set, but Shen Jiarong was nowhere to be seen, "Where are the others?"

According to Shen Jiarong's explanation, the servant replied: "Sir, I have some things to deal with in the company. I'm in the study. I can't come down to have dinner with Mr. Chen today."

"Ah."

Seeing his expression, the servant said, "Do you want dinner delivered to your room too?"

After Chen Yuan sat down, he picked up the water glass and took a sip to moisten his throat, "No need."

The servant took a step back and stood aside.

After dinner, Chen Yuan went back upstairs.

Not long after, the servant was summoned by a bell and hurried to the study.

In the study room, Shen Jiarong sat behind the table, her gaze fell on the computer screen, as if she didn't really care, "Has Chen Yuan finished eating?"

The servant was not fooled by such illusions, and was still careful when answering, "It's over. I ate a bowl of rice."

"Before clearing the table, first write down the dishes he has touched the most, and let the chef cook according to his taste, especially during this time, the diet should be light—" Halfway through the sentence, Shen Jiarong restrained his expression, and he only thought of what he had just said Didn't say, "What did he say?"

The servant was thinking about what he said before, and suddenly changed the subject. She was taken aback for a moment before replying, "Mr. Chen didn't say anything."

Shen Jiarong's hand, which hadn't typed a few words, pressed hard on the keyboard.

The servant trembled immediately, "Sir, do you want to invite Mr. Chen over?"

"Go down."

The servant quickly responded.

But she had just come to the door—

"Wait," Shen Jiarong said, "tell Chen Yuan that I will be busy until late tonight. Let him go to bed first."

"Ok."

The servant left the study room full of doubts, came to the master bedroom and knocked on the door.

Hearing the movement, Chen Yuan opened the door, "What's the matter?"

The servant sent a message on behalf of Shen Jiarong, "Sir, he will be busy until late tonight, so you don't have to wait for him."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, "Okay."

Thinking of the previous conversation, the servant tentatively asked, "Do you have anything else to explain?"

Chen Yuan glanced at her, "No."

"..."

Hearing these two words repeated by the servant, Shen Jiarong suddenly got up, walked around the desk to the window, and said coldly: "Let the person who came back with Chen Yuan just now come and see me."

The servant hurried away.

Before the bodyguard entered the door, he thought he had guessed what Shen Jiarong wanted to know. In order not to be frightened, he typed up a draft, and walked all the way, his face was full of confidence.

After entering the door, Shen Jiarong didn't look back, "Where did Chen Yuan go this afternoon and what did he do?"

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Chen went to a nearby park and didn't meet any suspicious people." The bodyguard immediately replied, "But Mr. Chen seems to be very interested in Taijiquan. We practiced together for a while. Mr. Chen is really good. He I have learned Taijiquan after only one study, which is so powerful that people look up to it!"

Hearing this, Shen Jiarong looked at him.

Fat head and big ears, oily face, ordinary appearance, no distinctive features.

Not worth the trouble.

Shen Jiarong's tone was flat, "There are more."

The bodyguard got a comment in ignorance, and only replied: "There is nothing special, that is, the Taijiquan was taught to Mr. Chen by Mr. Ming of the Ming Group."

Hearing the name of the Ming Group, Shen Jiarong turned his feet and stared at the bodyguard with sharp eyes, "Mingyan is there?"

"I'm not here, Miss Ming is not here!"

"What did they talk about?"

The bodyguard realized that things seemed to deviate from the trajectory he guessed, but he still bit the bullet and answered: "Mr. Monsieur declined—”

Hearing this, Shen Jiarong's face turned pale.

But the bodyguard immediately said: "Then Mr. Ming invited Mr. Chen to his house as a guest, saying that there are many precious books about Taijiquan in his house, and Mr. Chen agreed."

Shen Jiarong's temple throbbed.

He closed his eyes, "Go out."

The bodyguard hurriedly opened the door and left.

Before the door opened and closed, Shen Jiarong turned back to the window. Just as he looked out of the window, a motorcycle stopped sneakily just in time.

Mingyan obviously didn't notice anyone upstairs.

She took off her helmet and poked her head up to look in the first-floor window.

It wasn't until the sound of a car came from behind that she put on her helmet as if nothing had happened, and swaggered away on a motorcycle.

There is fire from the bottom of my heart all the way up.

Shen Jiarong took several deep breaths, but he couldn't restrain the anger from spreading.

He finally couldn't help it, put one hand in his pocket, gripped the square velvet box containing the engagement ring, and went out to the bedroom with a sullen face.

Chen Yuan was sitting on the head of the bed, playing with the oranges that Mingyan gave him, and a video of Tai Chi was playing on the TV.

Seeing Shen Jiarong coming in, he only took one look and then looked away.

"Chen Yuan," Shen Jiarong didn't have a good impression of the Ming family from old to young. He took two steps closer and saw the content on the TV. He felt a deeper sense of crisis, so he took out the ring box, "Today you must promise marry me!"

Chen Yuan glanced at him again, "Why?"

Mingyan has never died of evil towards Chen Yuan, if Chen Yuan really goes to the appointment tomorrow, Mingyan will definitely ask about the marriage contract.Once it is made clear that there is no marriage contract between Chen Yuan and him, he will definitely not let it go.

Thinking of this, Shen Jiarong walked to the bed and stood still, "There is no reason," he looked at Chen Yuan, "otherwise what do you think we are related to now."

Chen Yuan frowned slightly, "What do you think is the relationship?"

Shen Jiarong pursed her thin lips, "Lover relationship." Without waiting for Chen Yuan to refute, he raised his knee between Chen Yuan's legs, "We have already lived together, if you think the relationship between us is not enough to get married, then Now we can-"

"Don't fool around."

Shen Jiarong stared at him deeply, "What is nonsense, I'm explaining with actions why we got married."

The scratch between Chen Yuan's eyebrows was deeper, and his downcast eyes swept over his unfamiliar legs, "Do you have to do this before getting married?"

Shen Jiarong was startled, "What?"

He suddenly paused, a little uncertain, so he asked after a while: "You don't agree to my marriage proposal, because you don't want to have premarital sex?"