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

The city at nine o'clock in the evening is full of traffic.Along the way, Cheng Fan held a cup of milk tea and looked out the window absently.

At this time, Xiang Zhi sent him a WeChat message: Ah Fan, I was right, you are hot.

Cheng Fan: How do you say?

Xiang Zhi: You go to Weibo.

The number one most searched on Weibo: Gufeng Xiaoxianjun.

Cheng Fan clicked in, and found that almost all of them were screenshots of his performance at tonight's ceremony, and some bloggers even edited high-definition wallpapers, which attracted netizens to forward them one after another.

Sliding his fingertips across the screen, he paused.

A netizen named @成芬粉丝站, passionate about Amway Cheng Fan's dance posture in this grand ceremony, and analyzed it.

Cheng Fan's eyes stayed on a photo of him flying in the air, his feet were stretched, and the moment he lifted it, he almost touched the back of his head, which was captured very well.

It took Cheng Fan a long time to learn this movement.

He quietly saved the picture and put it on his phone.

Below, the comments from netizens are very enthusiastic, but not all of them are positive, there are a few sporadic and critical comments.

[Although he danced well, why would he have the chance to dance solo? ]

[These days, the newcomers all have strong backgrounds, I just hope they don't have an empty head and expose their illiterate nature. ]

[It looks good, and it looks like it has been "carefully" cultivated. ]

Regarding other people's malice, Cheng Fan didn't feel much in his heart, so he glanced casually and turned off his phone.

Xie Chongyan, who remained silent all this time, said, "Tomorrow Lin Yutan invited me to play at his horse farm in the suburbs. Are you going?"

Cheng Fan held the milk tea and said lightly: "I'll think about it."

Back home, as soon as Cheng Fan entered the room, he was greeted by Mo Mo's intimacy. He picked up Mo Mo and came to the writing desk, his eyes fell on the red paper on it.

The red paper was a little wrinkled, because he folded it that day, and it was even more torn in the pockets of his suit these days.

Cheng Fan sat in front of the desk with a relaxed expression.

While teasing Mo Mo, he rested his chin on his hand, thinking about something.

After a long time, he took a long time to grind, and re-wrote a piece with a brush.But this time he did not write on the red paper, but on a letter paper, and excerpted a favorite scripture.

After Cheng Fan took a shower, he heard the sound of Uncle Chen coming out of Xie Chongyan's room next door, probably after delivering the coffee.

With his hair half dry, he picked up the paper, held Mo Mo in his arms, and knocked on Xie Chongyan's door.

"Come in." said inside.

At this moment, Xie Chongyan was not wearing glasses. He had just taken a shower, and his loose black clothes were slightly taut, and he could see the faint mermaid line underneath.

He looked at Cheng Fan and nodded, "Is there something wrong?"

Cheng Fan's pajamas were prepared by Xie Chongyan, the white silk was skin-friendly and comfortable.But he was too thin, and his clothes were baggy, with the top of his collar touching only the third collarbone in his ribcage.

Cheng Fan approached and handed the paper to him: "The red paper in your suit pocket is wrinkled. In order to express your gratitude for saving me, I wrote a new copy."

Xie Chongyan, who didn't wear glasses, was a little colder, the surprise in his dark eyes was swept away, and he reached out to take it: "Thank you."

Mo Mo came to Xie Chongyan's room for the first time, shaking his little head very curiously.It struggled and jumped out of Cheng Fan's arms, looking carefully at Xie Chongyan's desk.

Xie Chongyan looked at Mo Mo: "Which Mo is its word Mo?"

Cheng Fan: "The ink of ink."

Xie Chongyan nodded and continued to ask: "Do you have time tomorrow?"

Behind Cheng Fan's hands, his eyes slightly rolled up: "You insist on asking me to go, I can spare some time for dancing practice."

Xie Chongyan raised his hand and gently stroked Mo Mo's head, "Okay, thank you for willing to go."

Cheng Fan looked at Mo Mo's enjoyment, and his tone was a little weird: "Yeah."

The next day, Cheng Fan and Xie Chongyan came to the horse farm on the outskirts of Lin Yutan.

It is not so much a horse factory as it is a high-end club. The horses here are all high-quality breeds, imported from abroad and bred in-house.

Stepping on the delicate lawn, Xie Chongyan and Cheng Fan walked side by side.Today, both of them are wearing white sweatshirts and slacks. Cheng Fan is afraid of the sun and wears a white hat.

The temperament of the two is very eye-catching, especially Xie Chongyan. He is close to 189 tall with shoes on and has an excellent waist-to-body ratio. Any photo taken is like a pictorial.

But Cheng Fan clearly felt that Xie Chongyan was in a heavy mood today.

"Is that Cheng Fan?" The staff of the horse factory whispered, "The real person is better than the TV."

"Who is Cheng Fan?"

"Hey, just the little brother in ancient costume who is very popular on the Internet."

Under the shade of a tree not far away, Lin Yutan and a dozen people sat around and chatted.

Xiang Zhi was also there, holding a man and a woman in his arms, wearing sunglasses, seeing Xie Chongyan and Cheng Fan in a daze, he quickly took them off and said, "Damn it, Cheng Fan is here too."

Lin Yutan looked up, a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Young Master Qi curled his lips into a smile: "Brother Chongyan brought Master Cheng along, just to make friends."

Cheng Fan followed Xie Chongyan to the front of everyone, glanced casually, and saw unfriendly eyes.

Qi Ling got up generously: "Hello, Cheng Fan, my name is Qi Ling, and I'm Brother Chong Yan's...good friend."

Cheng Fan looked at him indifferently: "Hello."

Seeing Qi Ling, Xie Chongyan showed no extra expression, and said to Cheng Fan, "Let's go sit there."

Sitting next to Xie Chongyan, Cheng Fan found that in today's game, there were many young masters from rich families who were about the same age as himself.Qi Ling should be popular, and the people around him like to chat with him.

With Xinhuan in his arms, Xiang Zhi took the initiative to say to Cheng Fan: "Whenever you are free, go to the entertainment company, and I will arrange a gold agent for you."

Cheng Fan nodded, squinted lazily, and leaned on the wicker chair.

It's sunny today, and summer is coming.

During the party, Xie Chongyan also had a personality that didn't like to talk, and he was only interested in talking about Ma Ju occasionally.

"Brother Chongyan, since you got married, you don't go out with me anymore." Qi Ling's voice was nice, but tinged with sweetness. "I've recently gotten back into Tango, and it reminds me of how we danced when we were in college."

"Ahem." Lin Yutan coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't mention the past, let's talk about the present."

Young Master Sun beside Qi Ling said: "The memories of the past are precious."

Qi Ling looked at Cheng Fan, drank champagne and smiled.

"Really, it's just for the show, I forgot." Xie Chongyan looked directly at him with cold eyes.

At this time, the staff came leading some horses, Qi Ling stepped forward, looking at Cheng Fan with vague eyes: "Brother Chongyan has liked horses since he was a child, and Master Cheng must be very proficient in it. I would like to invite you and I set up a friendship bureau, I don't know if you will appreciate it or not."

Cheng Fan heard Qi Ling deliberately making things difficult. He was obsessed with dancing since he was a child, and rarely took courses such as equestrianism.

Can ride, but almost race.

Xie Chongyan noticed Cheng Fan's fingers gripping the wicker chair tightly from the corner of his eye, and said, "Qi Ling, that's enough."

Qi Ling grimaced: "If Young Master Cheng can't, then it's no match."

"Come on." Cheng Fan got up, lazily raised his eyes: "How to compare."

Qi Ling smiled leisurely: "Walk around the field for a week, whoever has the shortest time wins."

"Yeah." Cheng Fan walked up to the horse and stroked the horse's mane, "Whoever comes first."

Qi Ling: "It's fine."

When the two were negotiating, Xie Chongyan's expression was obviously displeased, "Are you calling him to add trouble to me?"

Xiang Zhi feels his displeasure, then you blame him: "I didn't ask him to come here!"

Xie Chongyan looked at Lin Yutan with cold eyes, and Lin Yutan immediately said: "I didn't call him either. He heard that I was organizing a game today, so he insisted on coming. It's not that I don't know that he hangs up about the two of you dancing in college every day." On the lips, if you know you brought Cheng Fan here, I will send him away immediately."

Xie Chongyan's slender legs crossed, and his fingertips slowly tapped on the armrest of the wicker chair.

During Qi Ling's match, other people were watching and even burst into cheers.

Cheng Fan stood there with his back straight, and when he turned his head to check the saddle, his delicate face was calm, even though he had never ridden a horse alone.

Before getting on the horse, he tried to glance at Xie Chongyan out of the corner of his eye, then pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes.

"Two minutes and eight! Really good!"

Accompanied by cheers, Qi Ling looked at Cheng Fan arrogantly, while looking for Xie Chongyan.

"Instead of you."

Cheng Fan got on the horse, the hand holding the rein was soaked in sweat.At this time, the horse seemed to be caught by something, and then its back was pressed against its warm chest. Cheng Fan was surprised, his waist was already surrounded by a pair of arms, and Xie Chongyan was against his back, holding the rein calmly.

"Cheng Fan was injured yesterday, I don't worry about him, and stay with him."

"Wow!" Xiang Zhi clapped and cheered from behind, and Lin Yutan followed suit.

At this moment, Qi Ling's face was extremely embarrassed. He heard from Cheng An that there was no relationship between Cheng Fan and Xie Chongyan, so he dared to test and provoke.

But Xie Chongyan would stand up for Cheng Fan?

Looking at the galloping horses, he pushed away the crowd and left alone.

The speed of the horse is not fast, but Xie Chongyan intentionally controls it.He asked Cheng Fan, "Are you afraid?"

Cheng Fan: "I'm not afraid."

Xie Chongyan's eyes fell on his neck: "Just don't be afraid."

Cheng Fan pursed the corners of his raised lips: "I can do it myself."

The backs of the two were so tightly attached that there was almost no gap.The excitement and heat brought by horseback riding blended, and Cheng Fan was filled with inexplicable emotions.

The cold cedar breath enveloped him.

His breathing was uncontrollably rapid.

The lap was over soon, Xie Chongyan jumped off the horse first, and then stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Fan.

Cheng Fan looked at him casually, took his hand, and landed lightly.

Cheng Fan was inexplicably happy to find that Qi Ling's figure had disappeared.

Before leaving the horse farm, Lin Yutan reminded Xie Chongyan: "By the way, don't forget Uncle Wang's mission."

Xie Chongyan: "Yes."

It was only six o'clock when I got home. After dancing for a while, Cheng Fan took a shower and went downstairs to eat, but he didn't see Xie Chongyan, so he asked, "Is Xie Chongyan out?"

Uncle Chen shook his head slowly: "Mr. Xie is in the wine cellar."

Cheng Fan didn't quite understand: "Are you drinking?"

Uncle Chen obviously knew something: "Mr. Xie went in with a piece of paper. Today is the anniversary of Mr. Xie's mother's death."

This time Cheng Fan didn't speak any more. He held the tableware with his fingers and rubbed it lightly. He stared at the dinner and took a sip, then didn't move his chopsticks again.

At ten o'clock at night, Uncle Chen and the others had already fallen asleep. Cheng Fan stood at the door of the wine cellar, hesitated for a moment, and went in anyway.

It was quiet inside, Xie Chongyan was sitting on the sofa, his glasses were on the wine table, and there were three or four bottles of red wine.

And the letter paper Cheng Fan gave him last night.

The scriptures on the letter paper have the meaning of praying, and they are also praying for the happiness of the deceased relatives.

It seems that Xie Chongyan understands.

Cheng Fan frowned and walked up to Xie Chongyan.

At this moment, Xie Chongyan was not completely drunk, and even looked sober, but his usually cold and sharp eyes were stained with a bit of sadness, and his demeanor was lonely.

The watch is loose and hangs on his hand.

There was still some wine glass left in his hand, with bitter emotions, Xie Chongyan raised his hand and drank it down.

"If you drink again, you will be poisoned by alcohol."

Cheng Fan tried to take the wine glass from Xie Chongyan's hand, but Xie Chongyan was still holding it. He exerted a little force, and Xie Chongyan's body was pulled and tilted, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Cheng Fan caught him.

Under the moonlight, Xie Chongyan hugged Cheng Fan's back tightly and pressed him on the sofa.

The two lay sideways.

Feeling the long-lost temperature, Xie Chongyan put his arms around Cheng Fan's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Cheng Fan tried to sit up awkwardly, but Xie Chongyan's arm was so strong that he couldn't move at all.

The scorching breath touched Cheng Fan's neck. He had never been so intimate with a person.

At this time, following Xie Chongyan's warm breathing, a drop of scalding liquid fell on Cheng Fan's skin.

He was startled, and his hands loosened inexplicably.

After a while, he whispered: "Xie Chongyan, I only want you to hug me for 5 minutes."

Xie Chongyan suddenly smiled: "Okay, Fanfan."

Cheng Fan narrowed his gaze: "...Are you drunk?"

Xie Chongyan will not answer this time.

……

In the early morning, Cheng Fan woke up on the sofa, and the red wine glasses around him had been cleaned up.Things belonging to Xie Chongyan were taken away, it seems that the other party went to work.

Cheng Fan's body was covered with a thin blanket, his ankles were bare, and the skin of his calf was glaringly white under the light.

With soft hair curled up gently, Cheng Fan put on his slippers and quietly walked out of the wine cellar, lest he run into Uncle Chen.

Running up to the bedroom on the second floor, he closed the door tightly, his heart beating violently.

Was Xie Chongyan drunk last night?

Like calling his name?

The love letter is on the desk.

Cheng Fan reopened it complexly and nervously, reviewing the events of the past few days.

Xie Chongyan should like him...

When Cheng Fan wanted to put the love letter into the envelope, he suddenly found two lines of inconspicuous small characters on the innermost side of the envelope, which should be signed by the name.

It turned out that the signature that didn't appear on the letter paper was actually on the interlayer?

Cheng Fan looked for scissors and planned to cut them open.