After being proposed by a blind man, I married into a wealthy family

"Mr. He." The secretary knocked on the door for the third time, with a somewhat embarrassed tone, "I have already confirmed with that side before, you will attend tonight."

"Understood." He Yanhui turned off the phone and plunged himself back into the darkness.

He has never had much personal time - he may have had it before, but he has also arranged for different work matters.

In the eyes of others, Mr. He is always surrounded by fragrant temples, and the places where he goes and goes every day are places where it is difficult for others to get an invitation letter with all their efforts.

He was born in a position where he didn't need to be picked by others. In He Yanhui's world, there were always only two kinds of things: what I have, and what I don't want.

He Yanhui has no intention of making any judgments about his life, this is the first time today.

He wanted to have an evening off.

When you are free, there is someone you want to meet, and the two of you don’t need to talk about meaningful things, talk about the weather, complain about the saltiness of today’s food, and then find a movie that doesn’t look too good to put on the curtain wall, and the two of you Hold, spend a night without waves.

It doesn't have to be romantic, but it will be down-to-earth.

"Mr. He." The door that broke He Yan's return to his original place was the door that was opened directly behind.The secretary stood by the door and looked at the cold back of the boss, and called him softly.

He Yanhui was not angry, but stood up lightly, bowed his head, adjusted his suit, and walked out: "Let's go."

Outside the door, the secretary and assistant who had already been trained tremblingly stood in a row, lowering their heads and waiting to be blown away by the storm, only to find that He Yanhui just passed them by, his well-lined side face looked cold and hard in the darkness ruthless.

But inexplicably, but with some untimely loneliness.

But as subordinates, they didn't dare to think too much, they just followed up with their computers and iads, and while reconfirming with He Yanhui the people to meet later and the auction process, they put He Yan went back to the place where the driver was waiting.

He Yanhui, who was in working condition, was always impeccable. While listening to the itinerary, he was letting the assistant make an appointment to dress him up, and the cooperation was very high.

He Yanhui seldom appears in front of others in a casual manner. He almost always wears a formal three-piece suit and exquisite accessories.But today, when the stylist politely asked if he wanted to change his style, He Yanhui agreed.

The originally soft hair was let down, hanging obediently on his forehead, and was smeared with hair care oil by the stylist, and it was grabbed into a random shape.

The little assistant who was assigned to stand by and wait for the boss stared blankly at He Yanhui in front of him.

He Yan turned back and was looking down at the report submitted by the people below. An iad was placed on the long legs, holding a pen in his hand, and he was drawing circles very seriously with his head down. What apparently does not care.

"Mr. He looks so good~" The stylist next to him saw the little assistant's reaction and couldn't help talking to her with a smile.

The little assistant nodded blankly, holding the phone and staring blankly at He Yanhui who turned to look at her.

He Yanhui's facial features have always been impeccable and exquisite, whether it's the pair of deep eyes or the high bridge of the nose, if taken out alone, they can almost be used as a template for plastic surgery.

But in the past, his aura was really too compelling, so that the people around him didn't even dare to raise their heads. Naturally, that delicate face was ignored by everyone.

"What are you looking at?" He Yanhui raised his eyebrows and asked her when he saw the assistant with straight eyes.

"No! It's nothing!" The little assistant immediately retreated to the corner and waved forward, "Go ahead, go on."

He Yanhui shrugged incomprehensibly, and continued to turn back to look at the report in his hand.

He Yanhui took a nutritionist with him on his recent business trips, carefully adjusted him so that he was not too thin, and there was no trace of excess fat on Jianshuo's body. When looking from behind, he could only see broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a black shirt. The lower butterfly bone is very obvious.

The little assistant couldn't help but raised his hand, and quietly took a photo of He Yanhui's side face.

In the photo, the man turned his head halfway, his eyes drooping, and his eyelashes looked fluffy and warm under the light.

He didn't smile, but there was a gentle look on his face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

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It was already the second day when Ling Su saw this photo. He looked at the unfamiliar name in WeChat, and thought for a long time before he remembered that this was the little girl he met at the show that day.

She said that she has been watching his channel, and her favorite is the vlog series between him and Mr. He. Recently, she was worried that he had not updated for a long time.

Then, not long after that, she stood beside He Yanhui with a blank face, becoming a little assistant who wanted to persuade but dared not.

Thinking of the conversation he had with her in the ward, Ling Su looked down at the familiar person in the photo in his hand, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

But it's just nostalgia.

Ling Su knew that this was not his He Yanhui.

"Brother." Suddenly, the door of the room was knocked three times, Ling Su just turned off the phone, and then saw Ling Xiaomu poking his head out from the crack of the door, "Hurry up, let's go. "

"Okay, okay." Ling Su looked at his excited look, and smiled, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "You are on an autumn outing."

Ling Li, who was only wearing short sleeves, stood at the door and raised his legs high, trying to keep warm: "Isn't it? It's been a long time since I celebrated your birthday with you. Brother, have you gained weight recently?"

Ling Su, who was walking outside, paused, then smiled naturally, took a coat from the side and put it on: "Is it so obvious?"

"A little bit." Ling Li scanned his brother's figure up and down, and was satisfied no matter what he looked at, "But it's pretty good, it's better to be fatter in winter to hibernate, hehehe."

Ling Su gave him a white look with her toothbrush in her mouth, raised her hand and hurried him out.

After Ling Su closed the door, Ling Su stopped what he was doing and looked at himself in the mirror.

He's really gotten pregnant recently.

The little thing in the belly has been very quiet recently, absorbing nutrition obediently, making Ling Su sometimes feel that everything she eats is given to it.

Recently, his cheeks have been slightly sunken, but his stomach has become more and more obvious day by day.

This time, he booked a free trip to a small mountain villa in the outskirts of the city. He said it was a vacation to relax, but in fact he just wanted to spend some time there by himself.The villa was invested by Guan Muzhou before. It is not too luxurious in a remote place, but it is bigger than it is. The scattered small houses occupy a small hill and are very quiet.

When the younger brother came back, Ling Su planned to take him there to play for a few days.

"Brother, call!" Ling Xiaomu seemed to have heard the movement in Ling Su's room, and reminded him loudly in the living room.

Ling Su came back to his senses, rinsed his mouth in a hurry and ran out, picked up the vibrating mobile phone: "Hello Xiao Bei?"

The opposite Xiaobei is a typical night owl player, very excited even in the middle of the night: "Su Su Su Su Su Su Su Su, I will fly back tomorrow to sign a contract with you!"

"Don't be so anxious, I'm not in Haicheng recently, what's the matter so happy?" Listening to his uncontrollable excitement, Ling Su couldn't help being happy with him, "Is there anything good?"

"One of my paintings was sold out at the auction house in the UK!" The environment on Xiaobei's side was a bit noisy, probably because he was too happy to drink, and there were excited voices clinking glasses, "200 million U.S. dollars! It took 200 million U.S. dollars, hahahahahahahahaha!"

Ling Su couldn't help being surprised when he heard it: "Really?"

"You must wait for me! I will sign the house contract with you when I come back hahahaha! Wait for me, Xiao Su!"

Xiaobei's voice became more and more noisy, Ling Su smiled and covered half of his ears and said, "Okay, okay, just come back and find me, the yard is empty for you."

"Okay! I'll paint the walls of your new home when I come back! I'll paint the whole wall myself!"

Listening to his childish tone, Ling Su said with a smile: "I will definitely wait for you to come back and draw, definitely."

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It was still early when Ling Su and Ling Li arrived at the resort, the mist on the mountain was swaying outside the car window, Ling Su leaned against the glass, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

The phone in his hand vibrated at the right time, Ling Su lowered his head and found that it was a request from an unfamiliar WeChat.

The three big characters "He Yanhui" were clearly written in the dialog box without any concealment.

Ling Su looked at the phone in his hand, almost dumbfounded.

--pass.

A dialogue pop-up window popped up from above, Ling Su scanned it and found that it was a message sent to him by He Yanhui's assistant.

But looking at the tone of voice, you don't have to think about it, it must be that the phone has been expropriated by your boss.

Ling Su approved the friend request, and saw that the three words He Yanhui had changed into "the other party is typing".

As a result, after typing for a long time, Ling Su waited patiently, but after a long time, only two words were finally sent back by He Yan.

--where?

"Who is it?" Ling Xiaomu next to him poked his head over to look, and his expression changed when he saw He Yan returning.

"It's okay." Ling Su patted his head, crossed out the dialog box, and patted his younger brother's head reassuringly, "Don't talk."

Passing is just because she doesn't want the little assistant to be embarrassed by holding the phone - especially since she seems to have sent herself a candid photo just before.

"Brother" Ling Xiaomu lay down on Ling Su's lap, and looked at his brother while lying on his back, "Will you two get back together?"

Ling Su has been refusing to say more about them, so Ling Xiaomu can only guess wildly, thinking that He Yanhui sent a car to pick him up again, and he is looking for Ling Su in such an awkward manner. There is always a glimmer of hope: "Will he remember?"

"Now that I think about it, he's not that him anymore." Ling Su nodded his younger brother's head, "He has a company to take care of, and he has rich relatives with a big family, and the media will watch him whenever he goes out. It's different. Yes, it's different."

Ling Li seemed to understand, but was obviously sad: "Then what will you do in the future?"

"It's okay." Ling Su couldn't help laughing seeing him struggling, "Let's do it."

"Wait two days after your birthday, let me tell you a secret."