Ten thousand people suspect that after the marriage with the big boss

Tub for two?

Lifting the slender eyelashes vigorously, Cheng Fan held the edge of the coat and glanced quietly into the room, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Xie Chongyan looked down at him, immediately figured out what he was thinking, and smiled without saying a word.

"Oh, I see."

Carrying Cheng Fan into the house, he put the tightly wrapped person on the sofa, and took off his cement-covered coat and sweater casually.

Cheng Fan looked at him vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Xie Chongyan stretched out his long legs, sat on the opposite sofa, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, held them in his hands, and said, "Take a bath."

Cheng Fan frowned: "I won't take a bath with you."

Xie Chongyan chuckled lightly, his peach eyes were a bit deceptive, "This is a suite with two bathrooms, the bigger one is for you."

Cheng Fan was slightly stunned, and looked in the direction of Xie Chongyan's finger, his ears suddenly became hot.

It turned out that he had misunderstood.

After making a joke, he trotted quickly to the bathroom and closed the door with a "slap".

There are two sets of clean clothes in the bathroom, prepared by Secretary Qin.Cheng Fan was soaking in a hot bath, staring at the white sweater that belonged to Xie Chongyan, inexplicably lost in thought.

The water mist covered the skin, and Cheng Fan complained in a low voice. It was all because of Secretary Qin's misunderstanding. Xie Chongyan must be laughing at himself in his heart.

After about half an hour, he dried his hair and came out, only to find that Xie Chongyan had changed into clean clothes and was sitting in the living room working with a laptop.

Xie Chongyan's fingers are slender and beautiful, with round fingertips. His white fingers are undulating on the keyboard, making Cheng Fan's eyes rest on them for a long time.

At this time, Xie Chongyan suddenly looked up at Cheng Fan: "Clean up, let's go home."

Thinking that he was still angry with Xie Chongyan, Cheng Fan looked away lightly and didn't speak.

Before getting into the car, Ma Haoqian and others followed the two of them off step by step. At this time, an orange figure flashed in the shadow of the mountain. Seeing Cheng Fan looking for it curiously, the vice president explained: "That's our raccoon cat, you don't have to be afraid."

Cheng Fan liked cats since he was a child, but Cheng An was allergic to cat fur. Cheng's mother did not indulge him in this regard, and never allowed it.

At this time, the chubby raccoon cat just now was squatting on the wall and looking at this side.

A moment of joy flashed in Cheng Fan's eyes, and he turned and got into the car.

Xie Chongyan asked: "Like cats?"

Cheng Fan pursed his lips: "I don't like it."

Back home, Uncle Chen greeted the two of them, first handed Cheng Fan a cup of hot cocoa, and then took Xie Chongyan's coat.

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie called the landline just now and asked when you will get the certificate with the young master."

Cheng Fan, who was drinking hot cocoa, looked up at Xie Chongyan, got up and prepared to go back to his room, the intention of refusing to communicate was obvious.

Xie Chongyan whispered: "When will his birthday come?"

Uncle Chen calculated: "The day after tomorrow."

Xie Chongyan nodded: "I'll discuss it with Cheng Fan."

Uncle Chen smiled kindly: "Young master looks unhappy today."

Xie Chongyan: "You're angry with me."

Uncle Chen was taken aback, and his smile deepened.

On the second day, Xie Chongyan still did not discuss the matter with Cheng Fan.When Cheng Fan ate longevity noodles in the morning, Xie Chongyan had already gone to the company for a meeting, and according to Uncle Chen, he would come back very late.

For the first time, Cheng's mother sent Cheng Fan a phone call, beating around the bush and asking the exact time for the two to receive their certificates, and finally hoped that he could bring Xie Chongyan home for a meal.

Cheng Fan, who was not in a good mood, hung up the phone coldly and perfunctorily, bit off the red shrimp in one bite, and ate the noodles in suspense.

Here, Mother Cheng held the phone on the table with an inexplicably embarrassed expression on her face.

Cheng An said angrily: "In my opinion, it's either that he climbed a high branch and doesn't want to talk to us, or that Xie Chongyan doesn't like him very much, so he doesn't have that much face to bring him here."

Cheng's mother sneered: "Raising him so big is really raising a white-eyed wolf."

Cheng An was originally afraid that Xie Chongyan would tell Cheng's mother about KTV, but after so many days without any movement, he was completely relieved.

It seems that Xie Chongyan's treatment of Cheng Fan is nothing more than superficial skills.

Thinking of this, Cheng An felt a lot better.

Until the evening, Cheng Fan finished dancing and sat barefoot by the bed, watching the sunset.

Xie Chongyan's words came back to his ears yesterday.

It is undeniable that there is some truth to the words.

Smooth people, he has seen a lot.

But he doesn't want to do it.

A person with edges and corners is unique.

Others don't deserve to change for them.

Cheng Fan fiddled with the pillow and threw it aside.

At this time, footsteps sounded in the corridor, followed by the knock on the door of his room.

"Cheng Fan, it's me."

Xie Chongyan is back.

Cheng Fan glanced at the door, then turned back, looking at the sunset outside the window.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Xie Chongyan walked in slowly, holding a light blue paper box in his hand.

Cheng Fan didn't look at him directly, but he caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye.

"Happy birthday." Xie Chongyan put the paper box on the platform where Cheng Fan occasionally practiced calligraphy, and looked at Cheng Fan head-on against the afterglow of the setting sun.

Today Xie Chongyan is wearing a dark blue suit. The jacket is Burberry's show style. The deep v line design reveals Xie Chongyan's good figure.

Cheng Fan looked at it quietly, and felt that Xie Chongyan looked like a peacock, with clothes like a model star, and he didn't go to the meeting to shoot a TV series.

His hair is a little curly, not obvious, sometimes slightly curled up, soft and thin, making the contours of his face extraordinarily bright and soft.

Facing the setting sun, he glanced at the box and said lightly, "Thank you."

Xie Chongyan knew that he was still angry, so he didn't intend to stay longer, so he went straight to the point: "Can I go to get the certificate tomorrow?"

Cheng Fan paused, and his tone raised: "Yes."

Xie Chongyan: "ok, nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Before leaving, Xie Chongyan reminded: "Open the gift as soon as possible."

Hearing these words, Cheng Fan's curiosity was aroused.After Xie Chongyan left, he secretly glanced at the gift box and opened it carefully.

Before he opened it, a childish voice came from inside: "Meow~"

Cheng Fan was taken aback, and quickly opened the box.

A milky little head came out of it, looking at Cheng Fan from the pink pad.

Before Xie Chongyan could go far, there was a dull and heavy sound in Cheng Fan's room.

The sound sounded like someone falling down.

Without hesitation, he quickly turned back and pushed Cheng Fan's room away.

"you…"

Before he could speak, he saw a white figure carefully holding something, rolling happily on the carpet.

Because of the messy tumbling hair, the smile is a bit childish.

This was the first time Xie Chongyan saw Cheng Fan like this.

Cheng Fan seemed to have noticed someone coming in, and stood up suddenly, holding the kitten and watching the door vigilantly.

"Why didn't you knock on the door?"

Xie Chongyan was at a loss for words for a while, so he had to explain in a low voice: "I thought you fell."

Cheng Fan's lips parted, and he moved slowly holding the kitten, his back turned to Xie Chongyan, and he replied in a muffled voice, "Oh... I just saw that it was a little languid, and warmed it up."

Cheng Fan himself felt bad about this lame reason, but Xie Chongyan saw it through and said, "Okay, you guys continue."

The door was closed again, Cheng Fan hugged the kitten, and suddenly felt that Xie Chongyan's last words seemed to be mocking himself.

But he didn't want to care so much, and continued to hold the kitten on his chest.

He wants to name the kitten.

The exclusive name of his kitten.

Cheng Fan pursed his lips and murmured, "Forgive him this time."

Before going to bed, he took the kitten for a walk, walked to Xie Chongyan's study, and hesitated for a moment.

Coincidentally, Xie Chongyan came out from the inside and looked at him: "What do you want from me?"

Cheng Fan glanced at him quickly: "Thank you." After speaking, he trotted away.

Xie Chongyan looked at his back and smiled faintly.

……

The next day, the two put on suits to go through the marriage formalities.

The photo-taking process went smoothly. When signing, Cheng Fan stared at Xie Chongyan's handwriting inexplicably.

The procedure on the day of divorce should be similar to today, right?

Is that the same way to sign?

For a moment of stupefaction, he didn't even hear the words of the service staff reminding Cheng Fan to sign.

Xie Chongyan had no choice but to bow his head slightly: "Cheng Fan, it's time to sign."

The familiar smell of cedar came over his face, and Cheng Fan came back to his senses, and quickly signed his name.

The service staff praised: "Mr. Xie, Mr. Cheng Xiao must love you very much."

Before Xie Chongyan could answer, Cheng Fan asked first, "Why do you say that?"

The service staff said: "Marrying Mr. Xie on the first day you are just old enough to obtain the certificate is enough to show that you are firm in your heart."

Cheng Fan didn't speak any more, and silently raised his pride in his heart: If he and Xie Chongyan were really married, they wouldn't have married him so early.

Xie Chongyan smiled politely, "Thank you." Then he said to Cheng Fan, "Let's go, grandpa is waiting for us at home."

On the car heading to Xie's old house, Cheng Fan saw the unexplored back mountain again, and felt a little itchy in his heart.

The economic value of this development zone will double in four years.If he can buy it in advance, he doesn't have to worry about anything.

But... his personal assets are zero and he has no money at all.

He sighed a little.

Xie Chongyan had a panoramic view of all Cheng Fan's little actions.

He flipped through the magazine and found Cheng Fan very interesting.

No one provokes him, and he can be angry with himself.

Perhaps this is the queer annoyance of children.

At this time, Cheng Fan remembered something, and said in a muffled voice, "Cheng Shuhui has been urging me to take you home."

Xie Chongyan: "After receiving the certificate, you can go back and cast the net."

Cheng Fan turned his head: "Do you have a plan?"

Xie Chongyan: "Well, let's go to Cheng's house tomorrow."

The two were talking, and the car arrived at Xie's old house.Because it is in the suburbs, the old house has a large area, and the garden in front of Guangmen covers an area of ​​more than 2000 square meters.

There are fifty or sixty luxury cars parked outside today, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the most luxurious auto show in China.

Cheng Fan was curious: "Why is there such a big battle?"

Xie Chongyan replied: "Today is the first day for you and me to receive the certificate. Grandpa called all the relatives here."

Hearing that it was because of himself, Cheng Fan muttered, "I won't greet them."

"Just follow me, but..." In front of the old house, Xie Chongyan stopped and looked at Cheng Fan seriously: "The relatives listed on your list with ulterior motives are all there, and you can cooperate with me to prevent them from seeing our relationship Is there any clue?"

Cheng Fan knew this clause a long time ago, so he nodded.

Xie Chongyan still looked at him: "I'll go in with my arms around your waist, is that okay?"

Cheng Fan was a little surprised by this request, although it was normal, but imagine the scene, his fingers were lightly clutching the hem of the clothes, with a bit of embarrassment.

After a long time, he said, "Yes."

For a moment, warm and broad palms covered Cheng Fan's thin and slender waist, and with light force, Cheng Fan approached Xie Chongyan a few inches uncontrollably, almost touching him.