My Groom Ran Away

In the WeChat group, Ye Yanchu is passionately sharing today's gossip with Gu Linlang.

Ye Yanchu: Hahahaha, sorry I never reason with people! Cheng Yuelin is really good, you haven't seen Lin Lang, Lin Jingfei's face is pale!

Gu Linlang: Lin Jingfei is really a straight man with green tea. It's unreasonable. Why should Lin Jingfei bother with Lin Jingfei? It feels a bit problematic.

Ye Yanchu: It's not pleasing to the eyes, who made Lin Jingfei hear someone behind her. Cheng Yuelin was able to find faults because his voice was too soft and angry, so he could make Lin Jingfei reason with him?

Gu Linlang: That's right, Lin Jingfei's skillful tongue in Qin Ju is like a spring, this time it is considered to have kicked the iron plate. According to reliable sources, Director Liang is really ready to re-select the role.

Ruan Zhiyin saw this news from Gu Linlang as soon as he came out of the bath.

The relationship between the fashion industry and the entertainment industry has always been inextricably linked, and Gu Linlang naturally has her own contacts. She can say that, it's certainly not groundless.

Although she was a little gloating, Ruan Zhiyin thought back to her head that Cheng Yuelin's temperament wasn't that bad.

Ye Yanchu: It deserves it. Relying on the backstage to steal so many roles from others, you should be retributed! It's a pity that I crashed Yinyin's car when I came back, otherwise I could be happier.

Seeing Ye Yanchu's depressed expression, Ruan Zhiyin couldn't help laughing.

Ye Yanchu had just gotten his driver's license, but never dared to touch the car. Ruan Zhiyin really couldn't stand it, and when he returned, he ordered Ye Yanchu to drive.

She drove very "carefully and securely" and was basically flush with the electric car, but unfortunately she was rear-ended by the car behind.

In the end, the other party compensated, and the car was towed away for repairs.

Ruan Zhiyin typing: It should have been overhauled, and the other party is solely responsible, it has nothing to do with you. If you have nothing to do, you should practice more, so you don’t have to squeeze the subway every day.

Just after the message was sent, a drop of water stain fell onto the screen along the damp hair end. Only then did Ruan Zhiyin put down the phone, ready to blow her hair.

But as soon as she got up, she stopped again.

It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to buy a hair dryer.

On the day of moving, her hair dryer was placed on the bottom of the box and accidentally knocked out of it. When Cheng Yuelin saw it at the time, he casually said that he had a hair dryer in his room and could use it first, so Ruan Zhiyin was not in a hurry to buy it.

But Lin Jingfei and Cheng Yuelin appeared one after another, interrupting the rhythm of today's shopping, making her completely forget about it.

Ruan Zhiyin suffers from migraine. If he doesn't dry his hair after washing, he will have a headache the next day.

So he sighed and resigned to Cheng Yuelin's room.

The master bedroom is next door, and Ruan Zhiyin was about to knock on the door, but found that the door next door was wide open, not closing at all.

She tentatively said, "Cheng Yuelin, are you there?"

Did not get a response.

The hair is still wet, which is really uncomfortable.

Ruan Zhiyin tapped on the open door a few times, hesitated for a while, and still took two steps forward.

However, the bedroom was empty, and no one was found.

Is it possible to go out again?

Yes, after all, I just came back from a business trip, and it is normal to return to the company temporarily to handle things.

She breathed a sigh of relief, without thinking any more, went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer familiarly.

But when he turned around, the bathroom door slammed open.

The people inside strode out, and Ruan Zhiyin confiscated his foot and slammed into the other's sturdy chest.

Rubbing his nose, raising his eyes and taking a vacant look, Ruan Zhiyin was stunned.

The man's short, shredded hair was only half-dried, and mist haunted behind him. The upper body is naked, without any strands, the carcass is lean and strong, and the abdominal muscles are **** and tight.

Crystal water drops slowly flowed down the handsome outline, her thin lips pressed tightly. Down again and again, it is a curvy mermaid line with only a loose bath towel around the waist.

The picture in front of him was too exciting, Ruan Zhiyin's brain was completely down, and his slender wrist was still supporting the tight arm of the other party.

Until Cheng Yuelin's deliberately lowered voice came in her ears: "Ruan Zhiyin, what are you doing?"

Ruan Zhiyin regained consciousness suddenly, embarrassment rose in his heart, fingers curled up uncontrollably, and swallowed subconsciously.

It's just this kind of moment, obviously who is embarrassed.

So she suppressed her emotions, withdrew the stare at his chest, looked at the man without incident, and said calmly: "The figure...not bad."

Cheng Yuelin: "..."

—

After half an hour, the two sat face to face in the living room.

The atmosphere is deadlocked and silent.

There was an indescribable embarrassment.

Ruan Zhiyin looked at the man's unattractive complexion and paused and said, "Or you should say it first."

"Heh, what are you talking about?" Cheng Yuelin raised her eyebrows loosely, and looked at her with her arms folded.

Ruan Zhiyin heard a bit of gritted accusation from his last few words, and was dumb for a few seconds, but couldn't help but defend himself: "Strictly speaking, I didn't look at it."

After all, there is still a bath towel.

"Why, what you said sounded like you didn't think you could look at me, and you still have some meaning?" The man smiled meaningfully, leaning back leisurely, "Blame me for my clumsy eyes, I didn't see you to me before— "

"Unscrupulous."

Ruan Zhiyin choked slightly, let out a long sigh of relief, and then denied: "I don't have one."

Cheng Yuelin raised his chin slightly, and then asked with a chuckle, "No? In that case, why did you break into my room suddenly?"

"I want to borrow a hair dryer." Ruan Zhiyin thought of the others, and asked with a frown, "It's you, why don't you close the shower?"

If it hadn't been for him to take a bath without closing the door, he would definitely not have run into the scene just now.

Cheng Yuelin still looked like an arrogant assistant, lowered his arms, put his backrest on the back in a leisurely posture, and slowly rubbed his fingertips.

"I used to live alone, so why close the door?"

Before she could fight back, she said: "And even if I didn't close the door, it's not the reason you broke into the room and watched me."

Ruan Zhiyin: "..."

Seeing his unyielding attitude, Ruan Zhiyin couldn't help refuting: "But I called you before I went in and knocked on the door a few times. Why didn't you keep silent?"

"Oh, I didn't hear it."

The man's voice was an understatement.

After speaking, I saw Ruan Zhiyin's slightly ridiculous expression, and he added locally: "Why, the soundproofing of the master bedroom bathroom is good, there is a problem?"

Ruan Zhiyin was irritated by him, but he had to admit that he did suffer, and sighed back: "No, even if this matter is wrong with me, I apologize to you."

"Oh? Just apologize?"

Ruan Zhiyin pursed her lower lip, frowning slightly, "Otherwise, I just accidentally glanced at it unconsciously."

"Ruan Zhiyin, don't you just watch it," Cheng Yuelin said lazily, looking at her, and continuing to correct her voice, "Your hand, you also...touched me."

Touch him? Not counting the unexpected collision, she also helped him by supporting his arm. Can this be regarded as touching him?

Ruan Zhiyin felt a headache for a while, and he didn't know whether it was because of his anger or the hair was blown out just after too long.

However, she knew that if the theory went on, it would definitely be: He was innocent, and he was actually so unclear about him.

So with a mindset of calming people, I asked again: "Then what do you want?"

Cheng Yuelin smiled and got up slowly.

The voice was calm and calm, leaving a demand: "The sandwich last time was good. Let's make breakfast for a week to repay the debt."

His goal was achieved, and Fuyi left after speaking.

Leaving Ruan Zhiyin in the living room, he couldn't help but want to raise his **** indecently at his back.

—

"Can you imagine his attitude?"

Ruan Zhiyin was really mad, and couldn't help but turn on the voice call with his friend after returning to the bedroom.

Looking back at Cheng Yuelin's unscrupulous expression just now, Ruan Zhiyin couldn't get excited with the mask on, but still raised his eyebrows—

"Unfortunately, I think he has improved a lot. I was wrong. Cheng Yuelin's attitude just now is exactly the same as when he was in high school."

Gu Linlang didn't know much about Cheng Yuelin in high school, but knew that Ruan Zhiyin had a good temperament, and everyone felt gentle and peaceful.

She was curious about what could make Ruan Zhi's voice like this, so she wondered: "Oh, what is his high school like?"

Ye Yanchu's voice came clearly: "Hahahaha, I have a picture now, and Yinyin described him like something at the beginning. Yes, a particularly proud cockfight!"

As soon as the voice fell, the three people in the voice coincided with each other and burst into laughter.

Ruan Zhiyin's mood finally improved a bit when he thought of what he said when he and Ye Yanchu complained about it.

After a few brief conversations, she hung up the phone with Gu Linlang and Ye Yanchu and fell asleep.

In the dream, the arrogant cock-fighting lowered his head, and ran to her to play coquettishly.

—

The next day, Ruan Zhiyin woke up early as usual.

Although Cheng Yuelin was irritated by Cheng Yuelin's straightforward attitude yesterday, his requirements were not too harsh.

Originally, she was used to making breakfast by herself, but it was easy to make one more.

Ruan Zhiyin was not accustomed to Western food when she first studied abroad. At that time, she not only cooked breakfast, but also cooked Chinese food on weekends to relieve her hunger.

Her roommate is a Japanese of Chinese descent, and exaggeratedly praised Ruan Zhiyin for his mother-like craftsmanship, making her dumbfounded.

The huge villa has no servants. When Ruan Zhiyin moved in, the kitchen seemed to have never been fired. The kitchen utensils are neatly arranged, brand new and clean.

She guessed that Cheng Yuelin probably lived in the company most of the time before, otherwise Linheng's top-level facilities would not be so complete.

Ruan Zhiyin chopped green onions, beaten poached eggs, burned hot oil and soy sauce as a base, and ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

When he returned to the restaurant, Cheng Yuelin was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, so he took a seat at the table in his spare time.

Ruan Zhiyin walked over and put one of the bowls in front of him, thinking that it would be a good thing every day.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yuelin was really hard to serve.

After seeing the face in front of him, the man frowned his straight eyebrows, and said critically: "Um, how did you get off the face? Can this face be packed and taken away?"

Ruan Zhiyin took the chopsticks and froze as soon as he sat down.

Glancing at his tangled expression, he sneered: "Yes, as long as you are not afraid of getting stuck in the face when you arrive at the company."

Like to eat or not, she has already made it anyway.

Hearing what she said, Cheng Yuelin seemed to think about it for a while, then looked at her for a few moments, and finally picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles.

The noodles are refreshing and fresh, the soup base is fragrant, and even the poached eggs are soft and yellow.

In a short while, the man ate all the noodles and even...drank the soup.

Ruan Zhiyin saw that he was eating with great relish, and it was considered to be a face. No longer caring about his ability to make things difficult, couldn't help but bend his mouth.

Then, she suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, my car has been towed for repairs. Can you ask the driver to drop me off in a while?"

She will not delay him to work, she will send him off first, and then ask the driver to drop him off.

Ruan Zhiyin felt that this request was not excessive.

But Cheng Yuelin leaned against her with arms around him, staring at her with a joke in his eyes: "Ruan Qiqi, do you say that the arrogant cockfight will kindly send you to work?"

Hearing what he said, Ruan Zhiyin's hand holding the bowl suddenly froze and raised his head in surprise.

The man's voice was lazy, and then he said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. The soundproofing of the master bedroom is really good, but the soundproofing effect of the second bedroom—"

"Not so good."