Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

After getting the red book, Fu Wan vaguely felt that the relationship between the two of them seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

The person he has always called brother has a new identity and meaning in his world.

But he didn't study the changes in detail, but cheerfully put away the marriage certificate, and went back to their new home with Qi Ye.

He came here when he was doing the interior design of the Fenglin Mansion. At that time, he gave a few opinions based on his personal interests, and Qi Ye asked the designer to respect his ideas, so the layout and decoration here are actually pretty good. In line with the personal preference of paying late.

He is very comfortable in this environment.

As soon as he entered the house, he changed his shoes, found a comfortable place on the sofa, and connected the game console to the big TV in the living room.

"Brother, let's play games." Fu Wan said.

Qi Ye paused, then put down his phone: "Here we come."

Fu Wan threw the controller over, and the two of them sat on the sofa and played "Let's Go Together".They often play games together, and one of them is also involved in the game industry. The two cooperate very well, and occasionally quarrel with each other, but it won't get to the point of being really noisy.

Only then did Fu Wan feel a little more comfortable, and the subtle feeling in her heart dissipated completely.

When he was having fun, he simply put both knees on Qi Ye's lap, half-lyed on the sofa and played sideways, patting Qi Ye's knee with his calf every now and then.

Qi Ye lowered his eyes, glanced at him, and said nothing.

The villain on the right half of the TV screen stuttered, and performed a bad operation.

"Brother?" Fu Wan put down the game controller, "Why did you change the food? Are you tired from playing?"

"A little bit." Qi Ye said in a deep voice.

"Then don't play." Fu Wan said sensiblely, "Playing games must be restrained."

Qi Ye pushed his legs away, gave him a more serious sitting posture on the sofa, got up and put away the scattered game equipment.

"Brother, I want to eat your cooking." Fu Wan said, "Can I?"

Qi Ye's cooking is delicious, it tastes like home cooking, he likes it very much.

But Qi Ye rarely cooks, and every time he cooks, it is because he wants to eat.

"Okay." Qi Ye kept talking to him very well, "I'll go and see what ingredients are in the refrigerator. We just moved here, so they shouldn't have many ingredients for us."

"I'll eat whatever you make." Fu Wan didn't choose, "After all, Prince Xinyu cooks for me himself."

Qi Ye, who changed into home clothes, was not as upright and aloof as usual in the company, but like Fu Wan, he was an image of a big boy who had not graduated from college. He picked a few of Fu Wan's favorites from the large refrigerator by the kitchen After looking for the recipe, he turned and went into the kitchen.

"I'm so happy to be married to my brother!" came Fu Wan's cheers from behind.

The joyful emotion was conveyed here, Qi Ye's mouth curled up, but he seemed to feel that something was wrong, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was faint.

On the second floor of this house, a large bedroom is designed for the two of them. Outside the bedroom is a terrace. Standing on the terrace, you can see the mountain view not far away. It is said that in autumn, there will be red mountains all over the mountain. maple.

Standing on the terrace, Fu Wan took a few breaths of fresh evening air. On the small flower bed beside the terrace, a row of cheap clover was planted, and the small green leaves swayed in the evening wind, which was also his favorite.

He took out the equipment he used for live broadcasting from the suitcase, installed it on the desk, turned on the computer, clicked on the icon of Pingxin TV, and logged in.

[The live broadcast room of the anchor "Late Night" has started ~]

[Wan Ye: Just play around today. 】

As soon as the notice was sent out, many people came to the live broadcast room immediately.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me?" Fu Wan asked.

[I don’t want to, thank you for climbing the wall, I’ve become someone else’s number one, you’ve lost me. ]

[Has the idiot anchor got married, and the broadcast has been so irregular lately? ]

[Go to An Xia's live broadcast room to fool around when you have time, and don't even come to see your brother, the relationship has faded. ]

[How long is it playing today? ]

Fu Wan estimated the time for dinner, and said, "Let's broadcast it for two hours, we'll have dinner later."

He picked a new online battle game from Xinyu, downloaded it to his phone, and registered a new account.

This game doesn't last long, only about two to three 10 minutes per game, which is very suitable for killing time, and the promotional slogan of the brothers in this game just stepped on his cool point.

Fu Wan manipulated her character villain, passed the novice guide, randomly matched the online team, and played with passers-by teammates.

"The background plot is a bit slow." He commented while playing, "However, the game mechanism can see innovative things to a certain extent..."

He paused for a moment, and the barrage immediately increased.

[Pass it on, anchor Manna. ]

[No, you didn’t see it, it’s his matching teammate, completely playing around, this kind of team game requires cooperation. ]

[Hahaha he was the first teammate who retreated at the beginning of the game. ]

"The game screen can be optimized..." Fu Wan just pursed her lower lip and continued.

It may be that he just played a game with excellent coordination with his brother. With the top-level game experience, he felt uncomfortable playing this game. The wildling teammates didn't know how to cooperate with him. In this game, he can win, but he won't enjoy it.

After a game ended, he missed his brother who was busy in the kitchen.

[The anchor "Yanjin Grape" drove a Maybach into the live broadcast room of "Late Night". 】

[Yanjin Grape]: Hey, younger brother, how about playing with this?

"You play too?" Fu Wan asked.

[Yanjin Grape]: Team me up and try a game.

Fu Wan recruited him to form a team.

The "Yanjin Grape" game is very good. It has only been a few days since I started this game, and the operation has already surpassed others by a large margin. Fu Wan played several rounds with him, almost all of them were random kills, and he won without any effort. up.

But he still felt that something was missing.

For example, when he was playing with Qi Ye, he didn't even need words or eye contact. He knew how Qi Ye would fight, and Qi Ye also understood him. Not only did they play games, they did many things like this.

The tacit understanding between him and Qi Ye has been cultivated over the years, and it seems that no one can replace it.

"What's the matter?" "Yanjin Grape" laughed from the earphones, "I sighed for playing games, am I good?"

"Dish, the dish is here, I can't see it." Fu Wan said, "Thanks to me taking you to fly, hurry up and throw me some presents to compensate me."

"Get out of here." Yanjin Putao scolded with a smile, "Just now, you stepped on the bomb with a 10% chance of exploding, and you stepped on it, and I fell to the sky. Did I ask you to settle the score?"

Having said that, as a major anchor on the platform, Yanjin Putao still generously swiped a lot of gifts for Fu Wan.

"Thank you, your water friends say you are poor." Yanjin Putao said, "Is your injured foot healed last time?"

"Almost." Fu Wan replied, "I can walk, but it hurts."

He chatted casually with Yanjin Putao before saying goodbye to the broadcast.

Counting the time, his brother's dinner should be ready.

Fu Wan swaggered into the elevator and went down to the first floor. By the kitchen island, Qi Ye was serving all the prepared meals on the table. Four dishes and one soup were both good in appearance and taste.

"Fu Zaozao, you are quite punctual." Qi Ye said.

"I'm hungry. Huh? Brother?" Fu Wan saw his mobile phone beside him, "You watched my live broadcast."

"Listen up."

Qi Ye seemed to be in a low mood today, Fu Wan could tell.

Fu Wan took the tableware and put it on the table: "Hey, brother, playing games with them is not as interesting as playing with you."

"Why do you say that?" Qi Ye pushed a serving of vegetable soup in front of him.

"I don't know the details, but I feel like they don't understand me like you do." Fu Wan buried her head in cooking.

The food his brother cooks should be the best in the world, and it tastes like home.

For some reason, he said that he didn't play well, but his brother's mood seemed to improve instantly, and the absent-mindedness on his face disappeared, and he chatted with him about a new topic.

"Someone will deliver the wedding clothes later." Qi Ye said, "It's all custom-made, and the size was submitted by me before. If something doesn't fit, I'll send it to you and change it."

"For customization..." Fu Wan had a more concerned question, "My height, did you quote 179cm or 180cm?"

Qi Ye: "...Is it important? The real data I reported."

It wasn't the first time he saw his family, Fu Wan, struggling with this issue.

"Just...men can't live without 1.8 meters." Fu Wan said, "I will grow taller."

"Is the wedding day long?" Qi Ye smiled.

"Are you annoying?" Fu Wan knocked on the bowl.

Qi Ye laughed at him, and the two of them finished their first meal in their new home without a fight.

Qi Ye suppressed the previous feeling of disobedience in his heart, and looked at Fu Wan who was sticking to the sofa from a distance, his eyes softened.

It's quite like a home, with a decent look.

The doorbell outside the yard rang, and it was custom-made clothes delivered to the door. An exquisite white gift box from a big brand, with a white ribbon wrapped around it. Once the box was opened, you could see a handwritten letter in English, which came from the design of the wedding dress. Teacher, the content is the design concept and blessings to two people.

Fu Wan originally thought that Qi Ye would be able to pick out a wedding dress or a Chinese-style cheongsam from the box, but he didn't. The designer prepared him a white suit, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

The design of this suit is very unique. In addition to retaining the shape of the suit itself suitable for formal occasions, the designer has added many fashion elements to the neckline, cuffs and hem.

Fu Wan wore a well-proportioned white shirt for the wedding photo shoot today, but over the white shirt was his sweater with a hat and ears. Trying on the suit, turned it up with the shirt, and the zipper on the hat caught a lock of hair at the back of his head, making his scalp ache.

His vision was blocked and he couldn't open it.

"Oh! Brother, help me."

Qi Ye was studying his own set of clothes, when he saw Fu Wan staggering towards his position, the clothes covered his head tightly, the hem of his shirt was lifted, revealing a narrow and thin section white waist.

Seeing the person bump into the wall, Qi Ye stretched out his hand to stop it, without the barrier of clothes, his five fingers stuck to Fu Wan's lower back.