Flash marriage does not end well

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At ten o'clock in the morning, Secretary Xiao Mo came out of his boss's office, yawned wearily, and went to make himself a cup of strong black coffee to refresh himself.After downing a cup in one go, she wrinkled her face in agony, glanced at the worksheet on the computer in pain, and began to regret why she promised to work overtime three days ago.

After returning from City C, in just one night, their Boss Wen rushed to work like a chicken blood.And according to Qin Tezhu, a half-informed person, inadvertently revealed that Mr. Wen seems to want to have a good New Year and make sure that he will not be disturbed by any work during the New Year.

Seeing that the immediate boss stayed up all night, the secretaries Xiao Fang and Xiao Mo were really embarrassed not to help.After Wen Zhihan noticed that the two secretaries stayed to work overtime, he simply raised the year-end bonus coefficient by an extra 0.5 as compensation.

"Of course, if you have a personal matter or just don't want to work overtime, you can just punch in when the time comes."

At that moment, Xiao Fang and Xiao Mo looked at each other with similar eyes.

The Spring Festival holiday is less than a week away.

This wave of blood earns, fuck it.

At this moment, the black coffee seemed to be effective, and Xiao Mo rubbed his face, gradually regaining consciousness.In fact, it is said that it is accompanied by overtime work, most of the work is done by Mr. Wen himself and Qin Te, and she and Xiao Fang are largely Bai Jian.

After moving her shoulders a few times, she put the mouse back on and subconsciously glanced in the direction of Mr. Wen's office.

It has been almost three years since I worked as Wen Zhihan's secretary. His dedication to work is obvious to all. Even if his father died before, he still cooperates with all the work as usual.

So this New Year, what is the important thing?

At the same time, Wen Zhihan in the office received a call from the housekeeper at home.

"Yes, just the two rooms facing south on the second floor, tidy up, don't move the furniture inside, replace the bedding with new ones, and remember to ventilate more. The menu for the New Year's Eve dinner will be sent to me later, it may take Add some food."

"The relatives... go back and tell them to go to New Year's Eve after New Year's Eve, and they don't have to come over on New Year's Eve."

"In the smaller bedroom, remember that all the furniture is pasted with anti-collision corners. Yes, there are children... Wait, the big bedroom, the big bedroom should also be pasted together."

……

After hanging up this trivial phone call, Special Assistant Qin was already waiting in front of him with the documents in his arms.

Wen Zhihan took off his metal-rimmed glasses, rubbed his eyes twice, and said to him, "Special Assistant Qin, are you going home during the Chinese New Year?"

Special assistant Qin stood up straighter and said, "No reply, Mr. Wen, please contact me anytime if you have anything."

People who were close to him in his hometown went early, and even fewer went back after buying a house in City B two years ago.

Wen Zhihan was quiet for a few seconds, and tapped his fingers on the table a few times.

"Go back—or, if you don't go back, don't let Lin Qian contact you."

Otherwise, his lie will not be fulfilled.

Special assistant Qin showed a look of surprise, but he quickly reacted and nodded with a smile.

At noon, Wen Zhihan took time out to have lunch, and he was busy until he was a little bit quicker with the matter at hand before finally coming to an end.He got up and went to the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretched his slightly stiff shoulders, and his fatigue eased a bit.

After thinking for a while, he turned around, picked up his phone, and sent Lin Qian a WeChat message.

[Is Wen Yang's final exam over today? ]

[Do you need me to pick it up?Come to my house directly at night. ]

After sending, he waited patiently for a while, and after a few minutes, Lin Qian finally replied.

[Oh, I forgot to tell you, my neighbor next door has an empty house near the winter camp in Wenyang, and they said they can rent it out to me for a short-term winter vacation, but it doesn’t cost much.I asked Wen Yang, and Wen Yang was also afraid that it would be too much trouble for you, so we will not go there during the Chinese New Year. ]

Wen Zhihan's hand holding the phone paused abruptly, hesitantly did not reply immediately, and carefully read these lines several times, then put down the phone, turned around, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, deep in his heart He repeatedly advised himself to calm down.

After a while, he still couldn't restrain himself and made a voice call to Lin Qian.

The other side has not picked up for a long time.

The anxiety intensified with the beeps one after another, Wen Zhihan took a deep breath, swallowed the last sip of water in the cup, waited patiently for another minute, and continued to make a second call.

This time it was finally connected.

Lin Qian's tone on the phone was the same as usual, but the background sound was very noisy. There was a machine roaring intermittently in the distance. Lin Qian complained to him with a headache: "...my washing machine is broken. I didn't get your call just now, what's the matter?"

Wen Zhihan paused when he reached the edge of his mouth, looked at the stretch of buildings outside the French windows, and silently licked his lower lip.

"I'm coming to find you."

"Ah, no need? It's the end of the year, aren't you busy with work?"

"not busy."

Wen Zhihan turned around while answering, closed the laptop screen on his desk with one hand, and then took off his coat smoothly.

An hour later, Lin Qian struggled for a long while to choose among several glasses at home, and finally went downstairs to buy a bottle of mineral water and came back, unscrewed the bottle cap, and went into the small bathroom.

Wen Zhihan was squatting on the ground with one knee, lifted the washing machine by a corner, and checked the wires connected to the washing machine.

He took off his coat on the sofa in the living room, the sleeves of the thin black cotton wool sweater inside were rolled up to the elbow, and the blue veins on his smooth and muscular forearm were tense.

This scene made Lin Qian, who had already reached the door, instinctively suppressed his steps, and did not dare to go in directly.

...I always feel that I will be knocked to the ground when I go in.

But it's also wonderful.

Lin Qian thought about it, and in his impression Wen Zhihan seemed to always be pampered, aloof, conceited, picky, not to mention squatting in the small and dark bathroom repairing the washing machine, and he didn't even wash a bowl.

Just as he was thinking, he was suddenly called.

"All right."

Lin Qian came back to his senses, took a look at the mineral water, and the washing machine really started to work normally.

...?

Wen Zhihan still has this kind of skill?

As if seeing through what Lin Qian was thinking, Wen Zhihan took a few sips of the mineral water, and then casually explained: "I was studying abroad before, manual maintenance was not only expensive but also time-consuming, and I couldn't bear it very much. Things are broken, so many of them learn to repair by themselves, but most of the problems are similar.”

Lin Qian was amazed again and again, and gave Wen Zhihan two thumbs up without any hesitation, and compared them to his chest.

"Come out first, it's too crowded in here."

"What about the Chinese New Year?"

Two sentences were thrown out at the same time, overlapping each other.

Lin Qian was stunned for a moment, vaguely felt that Wen Zhihan seemed to be getting closer to him unknowingly, which made him unconsciously feel a subtle sense of alertness, subconsciously retreated, and the heels of his shoes touched the waterproof welt of the wall.

He frowned, and said, "Didn't I just say on WeChat that I found a house, not far away, and the subway won't stop during Chinese New Year, and it's only two stops away."

Wen Zhihan was a little bit speechless by his reasonable words.

It seems that some of the feelings he thought should have been tacit, but at this moment have only become his wishful thinking.

He stared at Lin Qian's face—a natural and innocent face, and for a moment he wanted to impulsively grab his chin, and ask him why he was still pretending to be stupid with himself until now.

Lin Qian in front of her pursed her lips, and added: "...It was rather sudden, but I'm really busy these two days, so I didn't take care of it. How about I bring Wen Yang over for dinner on New Year's Eve?"

Wen Zhihan couldn't help but inhale.

"...Lin Qian."

He closed his eyes and scratched his hair, then opened them again, and got straight to the point.

"Why did you sleep with me that night?"

Lin Qian's brows furrowed even deeper in an instant, as if a certain sensitive nerve had been pulled, and she couldn't help but push him away a little.

After seeing Meng He that day, the memories of the past resurfaced in front of his eyes again, and he couldn't help clenching his fingers.

"No reason."

After two seconds, Lin Qian raised his head again and asked, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

"Do you think I want to get back together with you?"

He flicked his collar, half of his face was submerged in the shadow of the overhead light, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"Wen Zhihan."

"It's like you didn't get married because you loved me, and I slept with you, not because you wanted to get back together."