Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Cheng Qiyan wanted to take Xiaoting's grandparents to live in Beidu, but the two elders refused to agree. Fortunately, his father-in-law's heart disease did not cause any further problems, and he has been discharged from the hospital for more than a week.

Cheng Qiyan personally selected a careful and capable nanny for them, and after everything was arranged, he drove back to Beidu.

An economically prosperous city will inevitably create a congested traffic, and Beijing is no exception. The criss-crossing overpasses and roads are full of vehicles as far as the eye can see.

It was not until the evening that Cheng Qiyan escaped from the traffic jam, and it was always a bit uneasy to leave Xiaoting alone at home.

He pressed the car's anti-theft lock, looked up at the apartment, the lights on the 11th floor were on, and he felt relieved.

He changed his leather shoes at the entrance, and Xiao Ting ran over to greet him.

"Why does it smell so good, you ordered takeaway?" Cheng Qiyan took a deep breath.

"Where is the takeaway delicious? Xiaoyu made it himself."

"Xiaoyu... who is it?" Cheng Qiyan looked at Tan Yuran who came out of the kitchen in surprise. He was holding a plate of pleasingly colored fruit salad in his hand, and he was wearing a cartoon apron that didn't match his tall figure.

Who can tell him why this bastard is in his house? ? ?

"You actually know how to cook?"

"Is it strange?"

The surrounding air pressure is gradually decreasing, and something is surging undercurrent, "You, come in with me."

Tan Yuran put down the plate and followed Cheng Qiyan into the bedroom.

Staring at someone who was taking off his apron, Cheng Qiyan said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Tan Yuran was not in a hurry to answer, he lit a cigarette and smoked it full of dust, exuding a decadent charm.He said casually: "If it's the same as last night, I will feel sorry for making you run around all the time. Why don't we live together. In that case, many troubles will be solved."

"Don't even think about it, get out, don't smoke in my room!!"

"Qachihiko, you have to admit that you are very special to me... No one can make you give like I do to me. Ask yourself, isn't that the case!?"

"Hmph, feel good about yourself."

"No, you have low self-esteem, you dare not admit it, you care too much, you can't bear it, you can't be thorough with me, this is something you can't deny..."

Tan Yuran's words were in his ears like a curse, Cheng Qiyan turned around angrily, not wanting to hear it again, suddenly, he saw the wedding photo of himself and his wife cuddling tightly together.An inexplicable sense of panic rushed to my heart, a gloomy emotion that was difficult to control.

My head started to hurt again... Something was stirring in my head, and I wanted to find out, but was protected by a consciousness.Cheng Qiyan crouched down slowly holding his head.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

White and beautiful, scarlet and scary, the picture of his wife in a wedding dress and lying in a pool of blood alternately played in his mind.

A hand was passed in front of him, and in the constantly spinning world, it seemed as if he could be redeemed by grabbing him.

"Qachihiko, do you remember anything?"

A magical voice echoed in my ears.

Cheng Qiyan shook his head desperately, no... he won't remember anything until now.

"Do you want to get back the memory of those three years?"

Cheng Qiyan raised his head in horror, and stared at Tan Yuran in a daze. How did he know that he had lost his memory for three years.

The panic in his heart was even worse, Cheng Qiyan sat on the ground slumped, and kept retreating.

Tan Yuran pressed on, his shadow enveloping Cheng Qiyan bewitchingly: "Let's make a deal, let's be together, find the lost things, drive away the nightmare... There will be no more sadness... and no more guilt... ...Let's go together, okay..."

The soul was absorbed by the illusion created by Tan Yuran, almost subconsciously, Cheng Qiyan nodded, his eyes looked at the nothingness ahead, Tan Yuran slowly, slowly pressed his head to his shoulder, He slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the door opened wide.

"Dad, can we eat? I'm so hungry~~~"

The daughter stood at the door, rubbed her eyes, and looked this way, full of curiosity.

Cheng Qiyan straightened up in amazement, are you confused, let Xiao Ting encounter such a scene at home.

"I... let's eat."

At the dinner table, the child didn't notice that something was wrong between the two men, and instead chatted happily with Tan Yuran.

"If I want to live here, is Xiaoting willing?"

Xiao Ting's expression was like receiving a surprise on Christmas Eve, anticipating and disbelieving, "Really Xiaoyu?"

Cheng Qiyan stood up suddenly, he would never agree to Tan Yuran living in, that's impossible.

Xiaoting pulled Cheng Qiyan's sleeve, "Dad, let Xiaoyu stay here, he is good, he can teach me the piano, he can also cook delicious food, and he knows a lot..."

"No."

"dad."

"I said no."

Xiao Ting then narrated Tan Yuran's many advantages, but Cheng Qiyan didn't listen to it. He stared at the meaningful smiling face of the man opposite him, affectionate, provocative, seductive... unfathomable.

What can he bring to himself?