Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

Qi Ye had a physical reaction when he was called "husband".

Fu Wan's voice is a juvenile voice with a crisp texture and a slightly rising tail, which is easily reminiscent of the seaside summer breeze with the smell of orange bubble water.

When he slightly lowered his voice and spoke in an airy voice, the warm air lifted a small lock of hair by Qi Ye's ear, rubbing against the tips of his ears and the side of his neck itchy.

Coincidentally.

This passage became Qi Ye's dream material that night.

It wasn't the first time he dreamed of paying late.

But it was the first time he dreamed of paying late.

In his dream, he tossed Fa Xiaoji over and over again.

Not right.

Before this, Qi Ye never knew that he could play so well.

When he woke up, he stared at the ceiling for a while.

In fact, the specific process of the small intracranial movie is a bit unclear, and there are only clips that are coded and have a touching picture quality.

He felt a little pity for no reason.

"It's stupid, am I a pervert?" Qi Ye thought to himself.

The body's reaction was honest, he got out of bed, and pushed open the door of the bathroom on the second floor all the way—

An independent golden rooster is standing in front of the mirror admiring itself.

Fu Wan half-closed her sleepy eyes, with some tears at the end of them.

His hair is slightly long, with a little wolf tail on the back of his neck, and the tail of his hair is highlighted with silver gray, which makes the skin around his neck white and clear.

"Morning, brother." Fu Wan greeted him, looked at his waist, raised the corner of his mouth, raised his chin at him, and said sincerely, "It's really big, my brother is really powerful."

Qi Ye's vanity was slightly satisfied, but it was followed by a huge sense of guilt.

At that moment, he was extremely thankful that the human brain was not as transparent as the Trisolaran.

"I understand, you're busy." Fu Jinjiti slid his injured foot and jumped out the door. He didn't know which hamstring was pulled during the process, and the pain caused him to support the sink and scream.

Afraid that he would fall, Qi Ye could not take care of himself, grabbed his waist with one hand, and dragged him out of the bathroom.

Fu Wan was not as tall as Qi Ye, and he always felt that the other party's posture and expression were like dragging an unsightly snakeskin bag.

"Brother, can't you carry me back?" Fu Wan said sadly.

"No." Qi Ye said.

His hands were pressed against Fu Wan's waist through a layer of thin pajamas, and his fingertips and palms seemed to be scalded by something.

Not to mention touching waists, the two of them took a shower together when they were young, but in the past, why didn't he find that Fu Wan's waist was so thin, and his back was also thin, with a little tenacity of a young man .

"Sit in your rocking chair." Qi Ye stuffed him back into the wheelchair, and said in a low voice, "If you keep running around, I'll ask the doctor to tie you to the chair."

After he finished his lesson, he glanced at Fu Wan's messy pajamas: "Put your clothes on before you shake them."

"Laughing to death." Fu Wan didn't know anything, and slapped him behind his back, "I still have to be a man in my own home."

A certain string in Qi Ye's heart was plucked, and the tips of his ears felt slightly hot. He turned around and slammed the door of the bathroom.

The Qi family's style of dealing with things is a bit aggressive. Mrs. Qi only half-jokingly said last night that she wanted them to agree to get married, and today she urged Fu Wan and Qi Ye to take wedding photos.

This photo studio is in the old city and is very well-known.

The photographer has taken pictures of many celebrities, with good craftsmanship and serious attitude.

Qi Feifei greeted the photographer in advance, and the photos to be used in the wedding must capture the loving feeling of the husband and wife.

"The pretty brother on the left." The photographer greeted Fu Wan, "You don't smile right."

Photographer: "You are marrying him, not a sworn brother. You are worshiping him, not a slave."

Fu Wan: "...Huh?"

Just laugh when you laugh, is there still a class?

He pulled the corner of his mouth and gave the Dragon King a crooked smile.

"..." Qi Ye couldn't hold back his smile on that clear and indifferent face in front of outsiders.

"Let's put it this way, you are people who want to spend the rest of your life together." The photographer guided, "It's not about huddling in a trench and fighting hand in hand, or you can think of a warm moment for the two of you that you're looking forward to in the future."

Sweet moment for two?

"Brother, do you want to do something with me that transcends our relationship?" His extremely light-colored pupils seemed to be surrounded by morning mist, and he habitually reached out to pull Qi Ye, "For example, accompany me to play double bungee jumping." ?”

With warm fingertips on Qi Ye's wrist, Qi Ye seemed to have been pressed a certain switch.

The yellow trash I had dreamed about last night returned to the scene at this moment.

In the dream, Fu Wan had mottled red marks on his neck, which stuck to his ear and whispered his name.

The flash shot.

"Okay, the capture is pretty good!" The photographer praised without hesitation, "Especially you, Qi Ye, you have a pretty good eye."

Qi Ye: "..."

"The organization is optimistic about you." Fu Wan patted Qi Ye on the shoulder, "The task of agreeing to get married must be successfully completed."

His brother's savvy is good, and the things in his head may be different from that of a scumbag like him.

His brother knew he had betrayed the organization, and his brain was still buzzing, so he was a little silent on the way back.

Fu Wan's mouth was not idle, and she was active on her own.

"Brother, I think I can get an excellent grade in my graduation project, and I came up with a wonderful idea."

"Brother, do we have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate later? Auntie said the wedding is still being planned."

"...Damn, brother, don't push me on the cobblestone road, it hurts my dick, do you fucking want to sterilize me?"

"..." Qi Ye stopped quickly, and bought some fried chestnuts on the side of the road to coax people.

He and Fu Wan agreed to marry, but it can't be said that it was a hasty decision.

With the joint assistance of the Fu family, his original company succession plan would be much smoother, and the Fu family also intends to cooperate.

But the bad thing is that his little brother seems to be thinking about his good brother recently that he shouldn't have.

Fu Wan is simple, capable, and dares to agree to get married.

As soon as I heard that he was in trouble, I immediately agreed without saying a word.

Fu Wan lowered her head and licked the chestnuts: "If I were to marry you, what would I wear?"

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye called him by his nickname, and said in a relaxed tone, "Forget it, we won't get married, it's too nonsense."

Pressing the back of the wheelchair with his fingertips, Qi Ye was waiting for Fu Wan's answer.

Fu Wan squeezed half of the chestnut shells and dropped them back into the paper bag: "Oh, fine, you are my brother whether you get married or not."

Qi Ye frowned, feeling unspeakably unhappy.

I don't know if it's because of giving up voluntarily, or because of Fu Wan's obedient attitude towards him in this kind of matter.

"Can you understand my concerns?" He asked tentatively.

Then he heard the kid say to himself, "Understood, I didn't have a face that looks like a princess's."

Qi Ye: "..." You know what.

There are still four months before graduating from university, and Qi Ye has been doing an internship in his company recently.

Xinyu is an Internet group with a wide range of industries involved. Today, there is a martial arts-themed online battle game on his desk that needs approval.

The promotional text of this game is a bit rough, "We are brothers, we must fight until dawn together", "Brothers are united, let's attack the city hand in hand", Qi Ye feels a headache when he sees it, and he always feels that Fu Wan's voice is in his ears. He read it automatically.

The video of the sudden incident at Fu Wan's event yesterday was uploaded to his mobile phone. The man in the picture was pinned down by the security guards, but he still had an expression of displeasure: "Such a pretty face and such a sweet smile, no Is it just for recruiting? I don’t care about him, and there are many gifts online, so why not hug me? Damn, he still hits me, I don’t know what’s good or bad.”

The scolding words later are not very pleasant, a bit unpleasant.

Hearing this, Qi Ye became furious. Fu Wan grew up with him and always regarded him as his elder brother. He also protected his weaknesses and would not see anyone hurt and slander Fu Wan.

In any case, the most reassuring thing is to put people by your side first.

He packed up his documents and got off work. When he got home, he didn't see Fu Wan in his room. Compared with yesterday, the room was a bit empty.

Yesterday she said she wanted to be his wife, but today she has disappeared.

Obviously he was the one who proposed to give up the marriage in the afternoon, but now he felt a sense of being left behind, which surrounded him lightly, making him feel that the lights in the room were a little dim.

"Fu Zaozao... Where's Fu Wan?" He asked his aunt at home.

"Master Fu has gone back to his home." The aunt said.

"Why did you go back?" Qi Ye asked, "Didn't you say that he is not allowed to run around?"

"Eh..." the aunt said, "It is said that so-and-so, Fu Hengyao seems to be coming back tonight, and he said he is going back to engage in house fighting."

Qi Ye: "..."

Fu Hengyao was the illegitimate child of Fu Wan's father outside when he was young. He was about the same age as Fu Wan. It was no longer a day or two for the two of them to fight each other.

The sideways Qi Ye pulled, I can't count them with two hands.

Fu Wan didn't wait for Fu Hengyao to come back.

Fu Hengyao originally wanted to take photos of the villas of the two groups of families to consolidate the design of the rich second generation.

Hearing that Fu Wan was at home, the manager took Fu Heng away carrying the train and ran away.

The reason was that Fu Hengyao's manager had watched Fu Wan's live broadcast before, and he had seen too much of the title "Mold Bi", and he really felt that Fu Wan was a bit moldy.

After all, Fu Hengyao had a few words with Fu Wan earlier, pushed Fu Wan once, and lost an endorsement the next day.

Fu Wan sat on the sofa in the living room boredly, put on her injured foot, and started a live broadcast on Pingxin TV.

[Are you still alive? ]

[True mold than anchor, such a small offline event can still be attacked by people. ]

[At the beginning, the xx team took a fancy to you because they were too unlucky to invite you. ]

"Have you eaten bad food? This can also spread rumors." Fu Wan asked, "Please, invite me to their opposing team."

[I heard you hurt your hand?Then are you going to cook more in the future? ]

"I hurt my foot...you fake fan." Fu Wan said.

[God opened my eyes, do you know that you play the game with your feet? ]

Fu Wan: "..." That's too much.

"You don't know how to say a word when you have anything to do with people?" Fu Wan asked.

He doesn't often quarrel with the barrage, and if there is too much quarrel, the quality will deteriorate. He is afraid that Qi Ye will not play with those who are not of high quality.

[Baby, when you play games, you must throw your shoulders so neatly, I will feed you every day. ]

[Heal well and stay away from those scheming 1. ]

Fu Wan didn't quite understand what the scheming 1 meant, and he probably didn't have one around him.

He downloaded the broadcast before he had time to watch the science popularization of the barrage.

Because Qi Ye came to his house to look for him.

"Unfortunately, I have no experience in getting married for the first time. I didn't know that the invitations from both parties' families have been released." Qi Ye said, "Now we must get married."