After being seized by the pillow man

The wedding was still going on, and the bride's father gave a speech on the stage, to the effect that he wished his daughter a happy life. When it came to emotions, the old father burst into tears, and so did Xiaowei.

Yin Yansheng took a few glances, then turned his gaze out of the window. In his memory, father was just a noun, and there were very few moments of warmth between them.

After the meal, Yin Yansheng returned to the company. He stood by the window with his hands behind his back, and all he could see were tall buildings in Ancheng.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, Yin Yan said: "Come in."

Qiao Fei came in, he hesitated, turned around and closed the door before coming over quietly: "Manager."

Yin Yansheng raised his eyebrows, he was a little surprised that Qiao Fei was here: "Aren't you on vacation today?"

Qiao Fei scratched his head: "I suddenly want to come to work."

Going to work is fake, but wanting to talk to Yin Nanshen is real.

Yin Yansheng tapped on the table with a pen, and Qiao Fei's hesitant expression was so obvious that he couldn't ignore it: "Just say what you want to say."

Qiao Fei rubbed his face with his hands: "It's such a male god, isn't Xiaowei getting married today, I just thought of one thing." He licked his lips: "That's... If the second marriage is registered Will I find it online in time?"

Yin Yansheng stared at him for a few seconds, his eyes were invisible.

Qiao Fei's scalp went numb for a moment.

Yin Yansheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't know, but probably not."

Qiao Fei was confused and told him rationally that he shouldn't meddle in other people's affairs, but Yin Yan's voice was different. They were classmates and friends who had always had a good relationship. If the other party didn't know about this, it would be a bit of a fraudulent marriage.

"Say something."

These words suddenly came to my ears, and there was a coldness in the voice.

Qiao Fei was shocked, and said truthfully: "I talked to people today, and some people said that the boss got married three or four years ago." The last few words were lightly bitten, as if he was about to swallow them at any time.

After talking, there was silence for a few seconds, and he could hear the sound of water falling from the bucket.

Qiao Fei looked up at Yin Yansheng, but found that he was very calm.Sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yin Yansheng's side face was under the halo, his eyes were dark, and his outstanding face remained unmoved, like a secluded pool under a tree.

Yin Yansheng held a Klein blue pen in his right hand, and said calmly: "This is a fake."

Qiao Fei blinked, feeling that the other party was too calm: "...er?"

The pen between his fingers felt a little warm in his hand, Yin Yan said: "I have been with him for a few years, and with his character, he would not pretend to be a cheating marriage."

What I said seems to make sense.

Although he didn't have much contact with the boss, he also felt that the other party would not do such a thing.

Yin Yansheng said: "Although I don't know why there are such rumors, there must be some misunderstanding."

That's right, he didn't say anything about the young couple, but he kept beeping.

"I also heard that people didn't think much about it, so I came to tell you directly."

Yin Yan said, "It's okay."

He watched Qiao Fei go out before closing his eyes, as if he was trying to suppress some emotions, his brows were furrowed, and the back of his hand was covering his eyelids.

The office was dead silent.

Yin Yansheng rested his forehead on his arms, and he lay prone on the table. The countless mixed emotions were like tides rising from the sky, and he was submerged in them, so he had to slowly bear them one by one.

It's actually very simple for him and Xi Han to be together.

Yin Yansheng looked at a piece of A4 paper full of Chinese and English, and frowned tightly with the phone in his hand. He looked up the meaning of all the words that could be looked up, but he just couldn't get it right.

These texts are probably related to finance, and many of them are professional words, which cannot be found in ordinary dictionaries.

Yin Yansheng was a little helpless, he always wanted to do well in what he did, but now he couldn't stand the translation like this.

The people around him elbowed him: "Go and ask the boss's friend, he must know." By the way, he winked: "Didn't he say it at the beginning, if you don't know how to ask him, just ask him."

Yin Yansheng's hand pinching the paper was a little vigorous, and his nails were faintly whitish.

In the end, he sat down on his seat, took out his mobile phone to find the other party, and edited some words: [Are you busy now?Can I ask you a question if I have time? 】

After clicking send, he subconsciously rubbed the corner of the paper with his thumb, looking anxious for no reason.

The message back there was quick: [Not busy, just ask. 】

Yin Yansheng took a light breath: 【What does SPE mean in this text? The meanings I found on the Internet are all wrong. 】

He took a photo and circled it with a red pen.

【SpecialPurposeEntity】

Yin Yan paused: [Special purpose company? 】

[You translated it correctly, but the common name is a shell company. 】

Yin Yansheng marked it out, and his eyes touched the phone again.

In fact, he has a bit of a secret mind: he actually wants to talk to you, but he will never take the initiative to seek it out, and then cover it up with some high-sounding excuses under the pretext of official business.

Fortunately, the people there are very kind.

Ask him how his grandma's operation is, how he is doing recently, and all kinds of trivial things, as if they have known each other for a long time.

Yin Yansheng bit the inside of his lips with his teeth, and typed word by word: [If you have time tonight, I would like to treat you to dinner to thank you. 】

There is only one word over there: [Okay. 】

Yin Yansheng put down his phone, feeling his face was very hot.

In the evening, Xi Han came as expected, and the two chose a restaurant downstairs.

The lamp above his head was made into the shape of a sailing boat, Yin Yansheng's face was extremely radiant under the light, his hand on the cup was a little tight, and he said in a soft voice: "Xi Han, I thank you very much."

Xi Han said with a deep smile, "How do you plan to thank me, kid?"

There was a bit of indecency in the tone, and there seemed to be clusters of dark fires in the eyes, which were not hot but just made people feel weak.

Yin Yansheng understood that look, the way a man looks at another man.

Not pure at all.

The degree of infatuation and ambiguity is like two mating snakes I saw when I was young.

The tips of his ears turned red all of a sudden, and fine sweat oozes from his palms. After a while, he looked away, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "It's okay..."

Because it's you, you can do anything.

The hand was gently pulled over, and the palm touched the warm lips.

Soft and slightly dry.

The man who kissed his palm had his eyes half-downcast, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a thick shadow on his eyelids.

This action is really too submissive, but he does it with an inexplicable sense of aggression.

Yin Yansheng heard his hoarse voice: "Don't go back tonight, huh?"

His face is almost bewitching, like the legendary sea monster on the reef, luring sailors under the moonlight.

Yin Yansheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he heard his own chaotic heartbeat: "Yes."