The day I married my boss

In the early morning of deep winter, there was cold snow outside the window. This was the second day of Song Feilan's married life.

It was only when the seventh alarm clock sounded that he struggled to get out of the warm blanket. There was the sound of the door opening and closing in the living room, followed by crisp footsteps, probably Tao Yuan had returned from his morning exercise.

Song Feilan put on her nightgown and let out her hair in a mess, and she really smelled a strong breakfast smell. "It's snowing so much, and you still go to morning exercises?" His voice was a little hoarse, with a drowsy sleepiness. "Buy a treadmill in two days, and there is still a vacant house, so you don't have to run outside every day. It's so cold."

"No need, it's snowing, and the air outside is good." Tao Yuan put the breakfast on the table, and then went to the bathroom door to look at him. Song Feilan turned his head with a toothbrush in his mouth, and two crutches under his arm, looking silly Yes, he opened his mouth, and the foam of toothpaste sprayed out: "Tao Dayou, do you want to get in the car and talk about it?"

Tao Yuan dodged back, smiled and touched the back of his neck. "I'm not going, you can wash up."

Song Feilan came out of the toilet after washing his face. Tao Yuan was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him to eat. He was still holding a newspaper in his hand. Seeing him coming, he put it away.

"Brother Tao, next time you don't have to wait for me, you can eat first." Song Feilan sat down next to him.

Tao Yuan didn't answer, and helped him get a deep-fried dough stick.

"When you go to the company later, you can just throw me downstairs. I went to the barber shop to get my hair straightened. I haven't cut it for a long time. My bangs are all over my eyebrows." Song Feilan took a bite of the fried dough sticks, and took another sip. Tofu Brain said.

"I'll be with you." Tao Yuan was worried, "Otherwise, how would you come back in a wheelchair?"

"I'm still ironing it. It's a waste of your time. I'll call you when it's done. You can pick me up downstairs."

"The current natural curly hair is very good, just cut it shorter." Tao Yuan looked at the curly hair on his head, and touched it with the hand that was not dipped in fried dough sticks. It was as soft as a dog's head.

Song Feilan soaked the fried dough sticks in a bowl, pouted and said, "I wanted to burn it when I was in school, husband, let me burn it."

Tao Yuan looked at his shiny and pouty pig's snout, and wanted to pounce on it and take a bite, but finally gave in and said, "Okay."

The two walked to the styling room downstairs of the company, and Tao Yuan stepped on the brakes slowly, and walked him all the way to the door of the store, pushed him into the room with a wheelchair, and said, "Call me when you're done."

Song Feilan nodded, he was already immersed in the fantasy of the new hairstyle and couldn't extricate himself, he waved at Tao Yuan: "Come over and pay later, husband!"

The corner of Tao Yuan's mouth could not help but smile, he touched his cheek before walking out of the shop.

Before the amnesia, Song was always a regular visitor here. Everyone gasped when they heard him call Tao Yuan's husband, holding back their curiosity, and only dared to ask after Tao Yuan left: "Mr. Got it?"

Song Feilan smiled, thinking of his previous romantic affairs, he probably guessed what they meant, and was afraid of tarnishing Tao Yuan's image, so he said, "I was joking with him."

The people in the modeling room breathed a sigh of relief. Standing next to him was an apprentice who couldn't speak, and said carelessly, "I'll just say it. The male god Tao Yuan in the room is so aloof, how could he fall in love with..." He didn't finish his sentence yet. After finishing speaking, he was pinched by the person next to him.

Song Feilan had already heard the voice, and felt a little depressed, thinking bitterly: What's wrong with your male god?Now it's my husband!

The stylist personally pushed him to wash his hair, and asked him while washing, "Mr. Song, what hairstyle do you want to have this time?"

"Cut it shorter, then straighten it, and iron it into pink." Song Feilan said while hanging his head in the shampoo basin.

"Pink straightening doesn't look good, right? Besides, it was a popular color many years ago." The hair stylist advised him. "Dark green is also good."

Song Feilan thought to himself, I just got married, can I look good with a green head?In addition, the apprentice just said that he was not good enough for Tao Yuan, and he felt even more depressed. A person with soft ears insisted: "It should be pink."

Two hours later, Assistant Tao came downstairs to pick him up after receiving a call, and saw that Song Feilan had continued his bird aesthetics to the end. The basic color of the whole head was grandma gray, and the door curtain was dyed a little pink , fortunately his skin is fair, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see it at all.

He was still there saying, "I want pink, why did you dye me white?"

"Isn't this pink?" The stylist pointed to the pink on his bangs, and said kindly, "Mr. Song, if I dyed everything pink for you, you will definitely regret it."

Regardless of whether Song Feilan regretted it later, Tao Yuan did regret it anyway, and he shouldn't have left him here by himself. A beautiful daughter-in-law was sent here, but when he arrived, he brought back a parrot.He forcibly suppressed the depression in his heart, and saw Song Feilan grinning with a mouthful of small white teeth, and called him, "Brother Tao, do you look good?"

Tao Yuan couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so he glanced at him again, silently comforting himself, seeing that he was quite lively, so he could only say vaguely: "It's good."

Song Feilan looked at his expression which was not the case at all, pouted and asked, "Isn't it good-looking?"

Seeing his aggrieved look, Tao Yuan felt that it didn't matter what hairstyle he had. He reached out and touched his face, and said with a smile, "It looks good, let's go back."

Song Feilan has a good temper and has always been easy to talk to. He has a good relationship with the artists in Huanyu. Whether it is a brother or a sister or a low-level trainee, they are used to making jokes when they see him.Yang Xiaoqing, who had just been booked to star in "Legend of Empress Wu", came down from upstairs. Seeing his hairstyle, before she had time to express her opinion, she laughed first, and the manager next to her also smiled and said, "Why did Mr. Song make such a mess?" Such a retro hairstyle?"

Song Feilan was depressed again: "Isn't it good-looking?"

"It's beautiful, retro is popular now." After all these years of working together, Yang Xiaoqing praised him with high EQ.

Song Feilan was not stupid, he was still unhappy upstairs, so he had to ask Tao Yuan: "Is it really not good-looking?"

"It's pretty." Tao Yuan naturally lowered his head and leaned towards him, his mouth almost touched his hair, his nostrils fluttered slightly, and after smelling it, he said, "It's just that the smell is too strong."

Song Feilan leaned his head to the side unconsciously, he felt that Tao Yuan just kissed his hair.

A week passed quickly, and Jiao Jiao actually called once in the middle, asking Song Feilan to go horseback riding on the weekend, but he pushed her away.Ruan Ainong probably hasn't received the news yet, so they never came to scold him.

The snow on the side of the road melted and fell, and fell and melted again, and the white was covered with mud, and was swept into the tree pits on the sidewalk.

Song Feilan stood at the gate of the Song family, a little nervous, hesitated for a while, then looked back at Tao Yuan with mournful eyebrows: "Brother Tao, I'm so nervous, my dad won't beat me out soon, right?"

"No." Tao Yuan touched his face, reached out to ring the doorbell, and someone answered immediately.

The two girls in the family probably returned early today, and two cars have already been parked inside and outside the garage.Song Feilan brought Tao Yuan into the door. Aunt Chen saw the two of them, her eyes and brows were full of joy and kindness, she first said: "Mr. Tao is here too." Then she said: "Feilan, why are you dyed with such a mess again? ?” Two eyes glanced behind the two: “Is your girlfriend here yet?”

Song Feilan didn't know what to say, so he pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva: "Here we come." But he didn't elaborate, walked into the living room with three legs, and there were indeed people gathered in the room, all of them looked at him curiously. look behind.It was the first time for Song Feilan to feel so valued. He looked back at Tao Yuan, and Tao Yuan reached out and touched his waist.

Song Donglai probably also heard the movement, came down from upstairs, and asked, "Didn't you say you brought someone back today?"

"Isn't this...brought back?" Song Feilan bit the bullet and choked out such a sentence.

The whole living room was quiet, and Song Sihui forgot to take off the half-eaten melon seeds stuck to her lips.Old Song Dong grabbed the handrail of the stairs, almost sat down on the stairs, and finally suppressed the fire and said, "Come upstairs with me!"

Song Feilan had an expression on his face that he was about to die, and he knew that he would have to suffer a meal.Just as he was moving his crutches to go upstairs, Tao Yuan touched his waist and said, "I'll carry you up." Then he pulled the crutches under his arms and leaned against the wall on one side, and hugged Song Feilan horizontally, step by step. He went upstairs, leaving behind a group of stunned spectators.

Song Donglai was sitting in the study room, his hands were shaking with anger. Seeing the two of them coming in together, he first scolded Song Feilan: "There was a car accident, and I thought you could learn a little bit from it! Waiting for you to bring your girlfriend back, you'll be fine!" After talking about Song Feilan, he suppressed his anger and said to Tao Yuan: "Xiao Tao, you have always been prudent, why are you following him around?"

Both of them stood silently, Song Feilan didn't use crutches, Tao Yuan kept supporting him, telling him to lean on his body, the two of them stood together, they looked like pearls and jade, it was quite right.

Song Donglai was particularly puzzled: "And your head, which changes color every day, looks like a parrot, you want to go to the circus?!"

Song Feilan leaned against Tao Yuan, lowered his head and dared not speak.Tao Yuan saw that Father-in-law was almost venting, so he took out the two little red books that he had always prepared from his bag, and said, "Dong Song, Feilan and I are sincere."

Song Donglai looked at the little red book in front of him, as if suddenly struck by lightning, he was stunned, his mouth wriggled up and down for a long time, unable to utter a word.Song Feilan hurriedly said: "Dad, Tao Yuan and I are sincere!"

Old Song Dong sat down on the chair and panted for a long time. Fortunately, he didn't have any heart disease, otherwise he would probably have passed.After a long while, he finally recovered, pointed at Song Feilan and said, "Go out first, I'll talk to Tao Yuan."

"I... I can't go out, my leg is broken." Song Feilan turned around and put his arms around Tao Yuan's waist, looked at his father, and said, "What are you doing, Dad? If you want to hit me, hit me, don't touch him. "

Song Donglai was so angry that he picked up the pen holder on the table and threw it at him. Tao Yuan sideways blocked it. Fortunately, it was made of light bamboo, and it didn't hurt when it was hit on it, but the pen holder inside fell like a goddess scattered flowers. land.

Song Feilan quickly reached out to touch Tao Yuan's back, and asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, you go out and wait first, nothing will happen." Tao Yuan picked him up and whispered as he walked out the door.

Song Feilan secretly glanced at his father again, then nodded slightly.