Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

"Here we are." Ying Zaizhou got off the car and opened the door for Bian Yunluo.

Bian Yunluo stared at the huge pink rabbit icon on his head, and fell silent. If he read it correctly, the icon says "Contemporary People's Holy Land of Love".

I don't understand Ying Zaizhou's script, it's obviously been warning him that love is impossible between the two of them, yet they always do such stupid things.

"It's all about market research, you don't think I'm here to take you on a date, do you?" Ying Zaizhou also saw the prominent slogan on it, and hurriedly made amends for his inconsistent behavior.

Bian Yunluo looked suspiciously at the furnishings in the restaurant.

If Ying Zaizhou had said that before, he would not have believed it, but after accompanying Ying Zaizhou to hold a meeting, Bian Yunluo subconsciously wondered if he had really misunderstood.

The light in the restaurant is warmer and darker. There is a small table for two, and the distance between the tables is relatively large, so there is no need to worry about the sound of conversation disturbing the people next to you.

The table was covered with a soft-colored tablecloth, and beside it was a cluster of delicate red roses.

Obviously, another venue should be booked in the state today.

As soon as the two sat down, the waiter came over pushing a trolley with several plates of exquisite snacks on it.

A young man in a tuxedo came with a violin, stood at the table for two and started playing music.

The melodious music reverberated in the restaurant, and the faces of the two cloth waiters were full of "bless the couple".

High-end is high-end, romance is romance, embarrassment is embarrassment...

To be honest, Bian Yunluo was not used to Ying Zaizhou's frequent habit of booking out venues.

With someone beside him, Bian Yunluo's interest in talking completely disappeared.

After finally waiting for the violin to finish playing a piece, Bian Yunluo became numb.

Ying Zaizhou finally nodded and made several people retreat.

Bian Yunluo secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"After dinner, let's choose a wedding plan." Ying Zaizhou lightly threw a landmine at Bian Yunluo.

Bian Yunluo tightened his hand holding the knife and fork: "A wedding?"

Ying Zaizhou smiled charmingly, "Well, I know, you're too embarrassed to speak up after so many days." Then he wouldn't make it difficult for Xiao O to take the initiative, and just settle down.

"Of course, we must get engaged first."

Ying Zaizhou didn't notice Bian Yunluo's shocked expression, and continued talking on his own.

"We need to choose the rings, dresses and proposals, and leave the other things to the planning company. Don't worry, I will definitely organize the wedding of the century for you." and excited praise.

Is there really a man as good as him in this world? Xiao O just gave him a cheap gift, but he thought so thoroughly.

"Wait." Bian Yunluo suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter, he just agreed to Fang Yun's cooperation with Ying Zaizhou's treatment.

Cohabitation is already the greatest compromise, and marriage is absolutely impossible.

"Isn't it a bit hasty to get married?" Bian Yunluo seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

"We don't know yet." We still don't know what your illness is like, "We're still waiting." Wait until you recover.

Ying Zaizhou's eyes are full of confusion, not understanding enough?He already knew Bian Yunluo very well.

Did he miss something else?

Wait, shouldn't the point be, has he been rejected again?

How many times is this?I can't remember Yingzhou for a while.

To be honest, he has never touched so many nails in the same person's hands since he grew up.

What a troublesome and clingy Omega.

After being rejected, Ying Zaizhou seemed very unhappy, leaning on the back of the chair with his arms folded, his face full of disbelief.

The atmosphere between the two was deadlocked, until they returned to the company, Ying Zaizhou never opened his mouth, nor did he loosen his brows.

After taking Bian Yunluo back to the office, Ying Zaizhou turned and left without saying a word.

Bian Yunluo, who was thrown down by Ying Zaizhou for the first time, sat upright on the sofa, his expressionless face finally relaxed a bit.

Bian Yunluo pressed his temple in distress, took out his mobile phone and reported the situation to Fang Yun in time.

Ying Zaizhou, who left the office, did not deal with official business as Bian Yunluo imagined, but walked to the secretary's room with his hands in his pockets.

It was still lunch break, and there was no one in the secretary's room. Ying Zaizhou leaned against the printer while holding his chin.

When Secretary Li and a group of employees walked in, their souls were frightened away.

Seeing Ying Zaizhou's face not much better than the bottom of the pot, he knew that the date at noon would definitely not go well: "Boss Ying is well!"

Several people surrounded Yingzhou and greeted them attentively.

"Secretary Li, come out with me." Ying Zaizhou hooked his fingers and called Secretary Li to the small meeting room.

Ying Zaizhou sat opposite to Secretary Li, his face was terribly stinky: "Why does my... friend ask for marriage repeatedly, but the other party refuses?"

Ah, here it is again. Secretary Li is the first and the second is big: "Mr. Ying, I want to ask first, what role does this person play to your friends? Before their relationship was just... a contractual relationship." ?"

To die, I almost said the word nurturing.

Whether you want to fall in love or play casually, there is a big difference between the two, and Ying always can't tell the difference!

Recently, the more Secretary Li looked at Ying Zaizhou, the more he felt inexplicably angry, "If you want to get married, I suggest that your friends think more about each other, and don't always put on a superior attitude."

Ying Zaizhou, who was trained by his subordinates for no reason, had his brain shut down, and turned his head to look at Secretary Li fiercely.

Xiao O said that he was fine, why did Secretary Li talk about him.

Ying Zaizhou took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Of course it is a partner."

Besides, how can he be superior?Going to the aquarium, going to the restaurant for couples, isn't it all playing with Xiao O?

Taking them home, contacting the school for the children, and customizing clothes, isn't this all for Bian Yunluo?

"Huh?" Secretary Li got an unexpected answer. He thought that Ying Zaizhou would insist that he just wanted to support her.

After a long time, he was narrow-minded.

In this case, he suddenly felt a little guilty about the violent words just now.

"However, he did say that we don't know each other well." The more Ying Zaizhou thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, and he even forgot the excuse of "I have a friend".

Secretary Li on the opposite side lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, suppressing the smile on his face.

From this point of view, he was severely beaten by Mr. Bian, so that he doubted his life: "Boss Ying, listen to me."

Secretary Li assumed the attitude of a successful person: "Is it true that your friend wants to get married, but the prerequisite for marriage is love."

Just when Ying Zaizhou was in a hurry to refute Secretary Li that it was impossible for him to marry Bian Yunluo, Secretary Li raised his hand to signal him to keep quiet.

This scene made Ying Zaizhou feel very familiar.

"I know your friend doesn't want to fall in love." Nonsense, it's not easy to get Ying Zaizhou to admit that he wants to get married, and he wants Ying Zaizhou to say that he wants to fall in love.

This kind of thing, everyone knows it well.

Secretary Li knows how to get Ying Zaizhou to accept: "But you have to consider the other party's feelings, right? Even if it's an ordinary marriage, you should respect the other party."

"Your friend should be like you, born with a golden spoon in his mouth. I'm afraid even going out for a meal will be reserved. But what about his marriage partner?"

Secretary Li's well-timed pause gave Ying Zaizhou time to think.

It seems so, Xiao O has lived in the ancient world with backward technology since he was a child.

When I just crossed over, I was deceived by that surnamed Yuan, and then ran away in a panic. For so many years, I have been struggling alone at the bottom of society.

"What do you mean." Ying Zaizhou pondered for a moment, "Shouldn't he accept my circle of friends, but let my friends understand his life?"

It is true that he had only seen Little O's past life in books, but he had never experienced it.

Is this what Bian Yunluo said about understanding each other?

Secretary Li waved his hand: "No, no, Mr. Ying, understanding is mutual, and it not only includes living environment and style, but also thinking and character."

"Marriage and love both need to be adjusted." Secretary Li leaned on the sofa refreshed.

There are not many opportunities to teach Mr. Ying, it seems that it is very necessary to talk about a few more romances.

Ying Zaizhou looked at Secretary Li suspiciously. Secretary Li raised his eyebrows and gave him a "you understand" look.

Shall look away in the state, lost in thought...

Fang Yun, who was far away from home, had already received a message from Bian Yunluo.

[Fang Yun]: He said he wanted to marry you? ? ?

Bian Yunluo, who was squatting in front of the office safe, took out his vibrating mobile phone.

He should have made it clear.

[Bian Yunluo]: Yes, Mr. Ying said today that he would take me to choose a wedding plan.

[Bian Yunluo]: However, I shirk it on the grounds that we don't understand enough.

[Bian Yunluo]: Mr. Ying probably won't give up so soon.

[Fang Yun]: Then wait a little longer, the doctor said, in this situation in the state, there is no way to force it.

[Fang Yun]: Sorry to trouble you, we have already confirmed the exact location of your sister.

[Fang Yun]: Your sister opened a flower shop in Paris and seems to have a lover. She is doing well now, and I have sent someone to protect her. 【Address】【Picture】

What Fang Yun sent was the address of Bian Youyue Flower Shop, and the photos were taken outside the shop.

In the window of the flower shop, there was a woman who looked like clouds and clouds, wearing an apron, squatting in front of the window, and inserted a few colorful flowers into a purple and white porcelain vase.

The bright, warm sun dyed the woman's black hair orange.

Bian Youyue's expression was peaceful and serene, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Bian Yunluo bit her lower lip, a little agitated, unconsciously wrapped her arms around her legs, her chin was on her knees, her eyes were flushed.

It's been nearly three years, and my sister has been out of touch for nearly three years.

Bian Yunluo's fingertips trembled slightly, took off his glasses, and then typed slowly.

Tears splashed on the screen.

[Bian Yunluo]: Thank you, I will try my best to help Mr. Ying.

[Bian Yunluo]: I would like to ask you a question. After Mr. Ying recovers, will he lose his memory of the period of illness?

Fang Yun hesitated for a moment, and her son had told her this before when he was sober.

[Fang Yun]: The doctor said that there is a certain possibility, but the loss of memory does not mean that the emotion is also lost. After the state recovers, there is a high probability that the emotion for the people I knew during the illness will be retained.

[Bian Yunluo]: Okay, thank you.

Bian Yunluo put away his phone, wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and wanted to put on his glasses.

But Ying Zaizhou's panicked voice sounded from behind: "You you you, why are you crying!"