After Escaping Marriage [GL]

"Miss Cheng, what a coincidence."

After speaking, Yu Qingtang took a sip of coffee slowly, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Cheng Zhanxi was stunned on the spot with a thunderbolt in his mind.

She seemed to have 100,000 cloudy messes in her heart at the same time.

who I am? where am i? what am i doing here?

Ah? Ah? Ah?

The Cheng family members, who were lurking on the sofa seat next door to watch the play, were shocked.

Obviously a bronze, how did he suddenly become a king? Could it be that they were all pretending to be pigs and eating tigers before?

Careless!

Cheng Zhanxi held the edge of the table with one hand and sat down slowly opposite Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang summoned the waiter, who bowed and stood aside: "May I ask what you want?"

Yu Qingtang lowered her chin slightly and gestured to Cheng Zhanxi in front of her.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at Yu Qingtang and then at the waiter. With a confused mind, he ordered a cup of coffee first and asked the waiter to retreat.

"Are you Miss Wei?"

"I'm not." Yu Qingtang shook her head.

Cheng Zhanxi controlled his urge to scratch his hair, let out a deep breath, and said, "Then why are you sitting here?"

If Cheng Zhanxi still couldn't realize that their whole family colluded to play this scene, she would be the Cheng family in vain. Yu Qingtang can't do so many things alone. She has no one to rely on in the capital. The only people she can rely on are her mother Song Qingrou and Ms. Song's husband and son.

Now that the play has reached its climax, with Song Qingrou's love-to-watch temperament, there is no reason not to be there, she must be watching silently in the dark.

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly stood up.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at a table of people who bowed their heads at the same time.

Cheng Zhanxi walked over, took out the magazine from one of the ladies wearing a black beret, black gauze gloves, and a small dress like a western court dress, and said with a half-smile, "Mom, what a coincidence. "

The lady in the beret raised her head, and it was Song Qingrou's gentle and bright face.

Ms. Song was not guilty at all, and smiled generously: "Yes, what a coincidence."

Cheng Zhanxi gritted his teeth hard, and turned to the two men in suits and leather shoes who were quickly shrinking under the table to read the financial newspaper.

"Dad, brother."

Cheng Yi and Cheng Yuanxi sat up one after another.

Cheng Yi smiled dryly: "Haha."

Cheng Yuanxi helped the silver mirror frame and looked away with a guilty conscience.

Cheng Zhanxi took a deep breath.

The three Ms. Song who were watching the play were invited out of the cafe by Cheng Zhanxi "certainly". Cheng Zhanxi was very angry, and the consequences were serious. Go to the door and leave them a cold sentence: "Is it fun?"

The two men in the Cheng family were worried.

As the little princess of the Cheng family, Cheng Zhanxi grew up in the hands of her parents and brother since she was a child. Although Ms. Song has a weird mind, it was the first time she played so much. Cheng Zhanxi cared about Yu Qingtang very much, and wanted to clear all the obstacles between them. She came to Miss Wei's appointment with the mentality of seeing death as home. She also planned to go home to showdown. She did not hesitate to postpone her marriage proposal. , only to find out that it was just a prank set up for her when they met.

Who is not angry?

Cheng Zhanxi usually has a little temper at most. Generally speaking, he is good at talking, but the less irritable people are, the more terrifying they are really annoyed.

Cheng Yi regretted it too much: "I said earlier that I shouldn't make such a joke, Xixi has never looked at my father with that kind of eyes."

Cheng Yuanxi said in his heart that I was too, but before he had time to speak, Song Qingrou pointed the gun at Cheng Yi, and said angrily, "I said earlier, I said earlier, and you didn't say it, you are an afterthought."

Cheng Yuanxi, the No. 2 Ma Houpao, did not dare to speak.

No. 1 Ma Houpao offended his daughter, so he had to come back to coax his wife.

He gave Cheng Yuanxi a look, his face hurt and happy: This is the man from our Cheng family.

Cheng Yuanxi: "..."

He felt that Cheng Yi was in debt. Like a primary school boy, he wanted to get the attention of his sweetheart and deliberately offended him.

Song Qingrou was relieved and said, "We used to tease her too much, didn't we coax her every time? This time there is Xiaotang, and we can get twice the result with half the effort. Maybe we won't be involved."

***

in the cafe.

After Cheng Zhanxi asked the three Cheng family members to leave, Yu Qingtang lost all the courage and aggression he had just accumulated.

The waiter served Cheng Zhanxi's coffee. Cheng Zhanxi was not at the seat. The waiter looked around, Yu Qingtang whispered, "Let's put it here first."

Cheng Zhanxi's figure appeared at the door of the cafe at the end of her field of vision, and Yu Qingtang immediately lowered her head.

Cheng Zhanxi sat back in his seat and looked at Yu Qingtang, whose head was buried in the coffee cup on the opposite side, angry and funny. Wasn't it quite strategizing in front of her just now? How is it now? It's as if he designed the game himself.

Cheng Zhanxi took a sip of the coffee, and there was a circle of white milk froth on the edge of his lips.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Her voice was slow and slow, not oppressive, but definitely not gentle.

Who doesn't have a temper yet?

Yu Qingtang raised her head in fright and was stunned when she saw her face. She took a tissue from the tissue box on the table and brought her finger to her lips.

Cheng Zhanxi leaned forward and asked her to wipe her lips clean.

Yu Qingtang lowered her head again and took the initiative to explain: "That man is Wei Tingyu, I take my mother's surname, and my mother's name is Yu Ci."

Although the words are short, the information is rich.

Wei Tingyu was born and did not raise her, so she was sent to Sicheng, where she grew up with her grandparents, and changed her mother's surname by the way. Cheng Zhanxi's pampered and pampered daughter of a wealthy family, Miss Wei Qi, was fake. She was a poor little girl whose biological mother died early, her biological father was ignored, and she was self-isolating.

Xiaoping became her girlfriend, and Song Qingrou brought out her black-bellied potential.

Cheng Zhanxi had too many questions. Knowing that Yu Qingtang would not explain or was not good at explaining, she simply asked herself: "When did you know that the marriage partner is mine? The first time we met at the convenience store, before that, you do you know me?"

Many coincidences came together, just like Song Qingrou, it was almost logical to suspect that Yu Qingtang had planned.

Yu Qingtang said: "After arriving in the capital, Aunt Song said that just two days ago, she took me to the bedroom to chat and asked the same questions as you. I didn't know you before."

Cheng Zhanxi said again: "Did you and my mother know each other long ago?"

Yu Qingtang bit her lip.

Cheng Zhanxi clicked his tongue not very happily.

Is she close to Yu Qingtang or is Song Qingrou close to her? Where is she standing?

Yu Qingtang hurriedly said: "Last month, you went to Venice, and I went to the Cheng family to break off the marriage. I didn't expect to meet your brother... and mother."

Her voice was getting lower and lower under Cheng Zhanxi's real eyes.

"Last month?" Cheng Zhanxi asked very lightly and slowly.

Yu Qingtang replied softly, "En."

Cheng Zhanxi divided his long breath into several times and slowly spit it out.

"Good, very good," she said with a smile.

***

Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang came out of the cafe without holding hands.

Cheng Zhanxi asked her to wait on the side of the road, and she drove over.

Yu Qingtang's apricot-colored skirt was blown by the wind, she raised her hand to straighten the slightly messy bangs, took out the phone on the side of the bag, and unlocked the screen.

Song Qingrou: How is it?

Song Qingrou: I'm so anxious

Song Qingrou: Have you finished talking?

Song Qingrou: Are you going home for lunch today?

Song Qingrou: Dong Yaodong, see the reply

Yu Qingtang replied: Not much, she seems to be very angry

Yu Qingtang typed: [Auntie, I think Cheng Zhanxi seems like...]

Yu Qingtang deleted the words in the input box one by one, and sniffed lightly.

The summer wind is hot, but Yu Qingtang can't feel any warmth.

Porsche Pamei stopped in front of her, and the co-pilot's window glass slowly lowered, revealing Cheng Zhanxi's expressionless profile inside. Yu Qingtang opened the car door and sat in silently.

Cheng Zhanxi turned her head, confirmed that she had fastened her seat belt, and stepped on the accelerator.

Didn't speak to her.

Yu Qingtang pursed her lips, trying to provoke a topic: "Your mother asked us if we will go home for dinner today at noon."

Cheng Zhanxi said lukewarmly, "If we don't come back, we will eat by ourselves."

She said in her heart: is it your mother or my mother, you and her will play me all over the place.

Yu Qingtang asked cautiously, "Where are you going?"

Cheng Zhanxi didn't answer, turned the steering wheel skillfully, and the car turned a corner.

Yu Qingtang began to apologize: "I'm sorry."

Cheng Zhanxi said lightly, "I'm driving, let's talk later."

The two of them didn't finish chatting in the cafe just now. Cheng Zhanxi gritted his teeth and said that, and then he checked out and left. Doesn't she want to hear herself explain? Or are you tired of yourself? The more Yu Qingtang thought about it, the more frightened it became, and let these unrealistic guesses be thrown out of her mind.

Went to a fine dining restaurant on the top floor of the hotel.

Cheng Zhanxi threw the car key to the parking clerk in the red vest. She passed by Yu Qingtang who was waiting on the steps. She pretended to be calm and could not hide her anxiety. Cheng Zhanxi's heart softened and she stretched out her hand.

Yu Qingtang held her, approached again, took her arm, and glanced at her timidly, for fear that she would refuse.

Cheng Zhanxi looked ahead and said lightly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry when you play with me?"

Yu Qingtang's ears twitched slightly, and he defended himself in a soft voice:

"I didn't play..."

"what is that?"

"Auntie said..."

Cheng Zhanxi interrupted her: "The elevator is here."

Yu Qingtang had no choice but to say, "Oh."

She suddenly felt that Cheng Zhanxi didn't seem to be so angry.

But the way she frowned made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The warm fingertips touched Cheng Zhanxi's eyebrows, Cheng Zhanxi looked down at Yu Qingtang with frowning eyebrows, and said, "What are you doing?"

Yu Qingtang also put another finger up, rubbing her furrowed brows bit by bit.

Do you think this will coax her?

Cheng Zhanxi didn't. She wrinkled as soon as she was rubbed, and wrinkled as soon as she was rubbed, and finally her whole face was wrinkled.

Yu Qingtang couldn't help saying: "Don't make trouble." There was a bit of a tough command in his tone.

As soon as she said the words, she regretted it. She was clearly the one who was at fault. Before she could apologize, Cheng Zhanxi obediently stretched her brows.

Yu Qingtang: "?"

what happened?

When the elevator arrived at the top floor, Yu Qingtang was a little sour after seeing the layout of the restaurant.

During the Chinese New Year, Cheng Zhanxi went back to Beijing alone and invited Tan Lingfei to eat here. Tan Lingfei also posted a picture on Weibo, and Yu Qingtang had a deep memory.

"Didn't you say it's possible to eat out at noon?" Yu Qingtang recalled what she said in the morning, was she just inviting Miss Wei to dinner?

Cheng Zhanxi smiled but not smiled: "yes, have lunch with Miss Wei."

Two mouthfuls of vinegar made Miss Wei sour that she couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

Cheng Zhanxi took her to the seat and asked her, "What would you like to eat?"

Yu Qingtang was full of vinegar and said, "You order it."

Cheng Zhanxi pushed the menu over: "No, today is the big day for us to meet, won't Miss Wei appreciate her face?"

Yu Qingtang: "..."

It wasn't pleasant enough in front of the table, and the atmosphere gradually improved after the food was served.

This restaurant is what Cheng Zhanxi has been thinking about for a long time and wants to bring Yu Qingtang to eat. She has reserved a place long ago, which is earlier than Miss Wei's appointment to meet. If Yu Qingtang was not Miss Wei, she would take her to eat elsewhere at noon.

Cheng Zhanxi peeled the shrimp for Yu Qingtang, put the shrimp meat on the plate in front of her, and said, "This restaurant's signature eel rice is delicious, you can try it later."

Yu Qingtang said, "I know."

Tan Lingfei said it on Weibo, and it is also in the accompanying picture.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Huh?" He raised his eyes in surprise: "You know?"

Yu Qingtang rolled her eyes and said, "I thought I saw an advertisement when I first came in. Maybe I remembered it wrong, so I just replied casually."

Cheng Zhanxi said: "So it is." I don't know if she believed it or not.

Yu Qingtang dined quietly and stopped talking indiscriminately.

Cheng Zhanxi glanced at her with a thoughtful expression.

There were more things she didn't tell herself than she imagined.

Cheng Zhanxi was angry when he was angry, but he was not so angry that he lost his mind, and seeing that Song Qingrou was the mastermind, Yu Qingtang was at best an accomplice. But does she know how much she likes her, and even made fun of her about it. What if she wasn't Miss Wei? Hasn't she thought about it?

Just for this point, Cheng Zhanxi won't let her cuteness pass easily.

As for her mother, she will settle the account later.

Cheng Zhanxi ordered an eel rice, and used a spoon to feed Yu Qingtang, who was holding a crab in both hands, Yu Qingtang swallowed the eel rice and couldn't help asking, "Have you brought anyone else here before?"

Cheng Zhanxi replied mellowly: "Partners at work."

Yu Qingtang asked, "Male or female?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I forgot."

Yu Qingtang asked again, "Is it beautiful?"

Cheng Zhanxi is leak-proof: "Aren't people all two eyes and one mouth, what's not beautiful?"

Yu Qingtang opened his mouth.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her and smiled: "You are different, you are a fairy, how can ordinary people compare with you?"

Saying that she fed another spoonful of eel rice, Yu Qingtang ate it, her brows twitching involuntarily.

Cheng Zhanxi also raised his lips and smiled.

After laughing, she remembered that she was still angry, and turned her face back on the floor.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

She was reading a romance novel recently, and it said that women who fell in love were moody. She thought that only she could be like this, but Cheng Zhanxi was too.

The moody Cheng Zhanxi drove her home, and the words Yu Qingtang and herself said to him echoed in his ears at the entrance of the entrance. Now I want to say something meaningful.

—I also have something of general importance to tell you.

- I'll tell you when you tell me, we exchange.

Cheng Zhanxi gritted his teeth.

Good you Yu Qingtang, you actually learned so badly.

Yu Qingtang knew something was wrong when she saw her face, and quickly pushed her away from the porch, Cheng Zhanxi snorted lightly, and went into the fitting room to get her pajamas.

It's fine if you don't go, but once you go, you step on the thunder again.

Cheng Zhanxi turned to look at the apricot-colored dress on Yu Qingtang who came in later, and squinted, "Going out in the afternoon?"

Yu Qingtang apologized like drinking water, decisively: "I was wrong."

"..."

Cheng Zhanxi held back his breath.

Cheng Zhanxi was going to take Yu Qingtang out in the afternoon, if she managed to solve Miss Wei successfully. Now the plan has undoubtedly gone bankrupt, she went to the bathroom, just poured hot water, the door was pushed open from the outside, Yu Qingtang was half-dressed, and threw her arms into her arms skillfully.

Cheng Zhanxi also ate and wiped it skillfully.

When the love was hot, Yu Qingtang said intermittently in her arms: "No... I'm angry... um... okay?"

Cheng Zhanxi almost blurted out a hello.

It is impossible to guard against!

Cheng Zhanxi fell asleep, wrapping her arms tightly around the woman's waist.

Angry is anger, and it cannot affect feelings. Cheng Zhanxi carries it very clearly.

Now she is a little more selfish, and I hope Yu Qingtang can coax her for a little longer. What if she decides to go to herself?

Tried the table in the evening, Cheng Zhanxi deliberately spread two layers of tablecloth, the top is suede, soft to the touch.

Cheng Zhanxi hugged her up.

Yu Qingtang gripped the edge of the table tightly, her calf hanging in the air, she turned to look at the vase on the table, the flower branches inside were fresh, and the petals were still stained with water droplets.

The vase shook and trembled as if it had been hit by a small miniature earthquake. Drops of water splashed onto the suede tablecloth and penetrated without a trace.

The edge of the table was wet.

Yu Qingtang's visit to the capital was almost like a vacation, but Cheng Zhanxi was different. Early the next morning, Xiaoxue, Cheng Zhanxi's assistant, came to hang herself. No, she came to urge her to go to work. Cheng Zhanxi left with the assistant, and didn't even have time to eat breakfast. Cheng Zhanxi had already gone out when Yu Qingtang woke up. She slept late yesterday after pestering Cheng Zhanxi until the middle of the night.

They don't often have time to cook by themselves. They have to live here for two months, so Cheng Zhanxi still hired an aunt to cook.

The hot porridge in the kitchen is ready, the side dishes are in the pot, and the auntie put a note on the kitchen door.

Yu Qingtang filled out the porridge and put a few side dishes on the dining table.

Of course, the tablecloth was not from last night, Yu Qingtang lowered her eyebrows and sniffed, and sat down silently opposite.

Song Qingrou called her: "Xiaotang."

Yu Qingtang put the spoon back into the bowl with a complicated mood: "Auntie."

Song Qingrou said kindly, "Cheng Zhanxi has gone out, do you want to come to my aunt's house to play?"

Yu Qingtang: "..."

For some unknown reason, Yu Qingtang heard a subtle feeling of cheating while her girlfriend was not going out.

Especially last night, Cheng Zhanxi was probably having a good time, his brain was very hot, and he said in her ear aggrievedly that she liked her mother more than her, otherwise why would she go to Song Qingrou and not to her? Why tease her with Song Qingrou and not tease Song Qingrou with her?

Yu Qingtang: "..."

does she dare? She dare not.

Cheng Zhanxi was unreasonable, and finally cried, crying while doing it. Yu Qingtang also wanted to cry, but she couldn't, and had to be coaxed while she was being coaxed.

Yu Qingtang thought for a while and said, "I'll ask Cheng Zhanxi, is it okay?"

Song Qingrou said, "She asked me to ask you, for fear that you would be bored at home alone."

Yu Qingtang said, "That's right."

Having said that, Yu Qingtang hung up the phone first, asked Cheng Zhanxi, and agreed to Song Qingrou after confirming that she meant it.

Half an hour later, the driver of the Cheng family came to pick him up, Yu Qingtang bent over and got into the car, thanking the driver outside the door.

The driver smiled and said, "Young Mistress is very polite."

With that said, a white gloved hand closed the rear door.

Yu Qingtang: "!!!"

What does he call himself? !

Yu Qingtang is not stupid. If the driver has not been instructed by the owner, he will never call anyone indiscriminately. This is a basic quality.

who?

Song Qingrou or Cheng Zhanxi?

Yu Qingtang pressed her pounding heart, and her ears gradually turned red.

"Young mistress, please." It was another time at Cheng's house.

Song Qingrou was waiting for her at the gate. As soon as she saw her, she approached her affectionately and pulled her hand into the door. The servant brought the cut fruit plate.

Yu Qingtang sat on the sofa beside Song Qingrou, feeling that the living room was a bit empty.

"Xixi's father and brother both went to work."

Yu Qingtang understood.

Song Qingrou brought the fruit plate and asked Yu Qingtang to eat two pieces, and asked, "Is Xixi still angry?"

Yu Qingtang said briefly, "Angry."

Song Qingrou immediately felt worried and said, "How can I do this? Didn't you coax her?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Coaxed."

"does not work?"

"does not work."

She sacrificed so much last night that she even agreed to the dining table. As a result, Cheng Zhanxi didn't feel soft when she ate it. She suffered in the middle of the night in vain.

"Impossible." Song Qing said, "How did you coax me?"

Yu Qingtang was silent.

Song Qingrou sighed, "Is there anything I can't say to mom, auntie?"

Yu Qingtang's forehead twitched.

Aunt Ma, a very unique name, the driver's "maiden" should also be Song Qingrou's masterpiece.

It wasn't Cheng Zhanxi, and Yu Qingtang's heart flashed with regret.

Yu Qingtang's refusal to say it is itself a kind of saying, Song Qingrou has experienced a hundred battles, so what do you not know?

"You can't always rely on..." Song Qingrou cleared her throat, and vaguely brought her over, saying, "In the future, the two of you will be old and eighty, so why don't you move, how can you coax her?"

Yu Qingtang showed thirsty eyes.

She doesn't know how to fall in love, and the only Wen Zhihan who can be called a friend has traveled overseas. Song Qingrou has such a good relationship with Cheng Yi that at first glance, she is experienced.

Song Qingrou's mother-in-law's class has started.

"The Cheng family members have very similar personalities. They are polite and mature. They are both mature and naive. Once they are in love, they are infatuated. There will be no second person except you in this life, so you can rest assured. But correspondingly, You will also see the unknown side of her. I don't know what Xixi is like in love. It should be similar to her father. She is surprisingly careful, eats all the vinegar you can't think of, and likes to cry. She needs her lover to pamper him all the time. I love him the most and only have him in my eyes."

Yu Qingtang nodded in agreement.

Yu Qingtang took the fruit plate in her hand so that she could free up her hand to eat the fruit.

Song Qingrou took a bite of the cantaloupe: "This is sweet, try it."

Yu Qingtang listened to her words and tasted a piece, and said, "It's delicious."

"That's right, I'll pretend to be back for you." Song Qingrou smiled and continued to get back to the point, "How can I make her feel that you dote on her?"

Yu Qingtang thought to herself that I had given her the dining table, wasn't I pampering her enough?

Song Qingrou looked at her flashing eyes, did not ask, and continued to speak at her own pace.

"Pampering is not unconditional indulgence, that's called doting, and it's not raising children, right? You have to be relaxed."

"Simply petting is not enough. What you need to express is care and possession. Don't be led by her nose all the time."

"If you really don't understand, it's very simple, you treat her how she treats you."

"Do you think she loves you very much? If yes, don't copy the ready-made answers? Less than 100 percent, 50 percent is enough! Their surnamed Cheng is too in love!"

...

Yu Qingtang stayed at Cheng's house for lunch. In the afternoon, he and Song Qingrou went to the garden to cut flowers, arrange flowers, make tea, and drink afternoon tea.

In the evening, Cheng Zhanxi and Cheng Yi came back together and took their wives away.

The two went home after dinner, and Cheng Zhanxi asked while driving, "What did you do today?"

Yu Qingtang reported truthfully for five minutes.

Cheng Zhanxi has a complicated mood: "Well..."

It wasn't that great with her.

"That..." Yu Qingtang hesitated.

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "What?"

Yu Qingtang turned around, looked at her and said, "I thought of you five hundred and forty-nine times today."

Cheng Zhanxi slammed on the brakes, inertia made the two of them rush out, restrained by the seat belt again, and bounced back to their seats.

Cheng Zhanxi reached out and rubbed her shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry." She asked softly, "What did you just say?"

Yu Qingtang looked her in the eyes, restrained her urge to bow her head shyly, and said seriously: "I said, I thought of you five hundred and fifty times today."

The words are clear and pleasant.

The curvature of the corners of Cheng Zhanxi's lips rose little by little, and asked softly, "Isn't it still five hundred and forty-nine before?"

"Just thought about it again."

"now what?"

"Five hundred and fifty-one." Yu Qingtang said.

Cheng Zhanxi's ears were very honest, gradually turning red and starting to heat.

Terrible.

Where did she learn it, and how did she suddenly become so good.

Cheng Zhanxi has little experience in this area for the time being. For the first time, she was teased to the point of only blushing, and the heat couldn't stop rising. She raised her hand to cover her hot cheeks, wishing to bury her face in the steering wheel.

In the narrow compartment, the temperature is getting higher and higher, the air is getting denser, and reason has become a prisoner of emotion.

"Five hundred and fifty-two." Her voice was slightly hoarse.

Yu Qingtang licked her dry lips, her eyes dimmed, she pulled down Cheng Zhanxi's hand covering her cheek, and came over to kiss her lips.

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small theater:

Yu Qingtang: "I want to **** you five hundred and forty-nine times."

Cheng Chengzi: "What?"

Yu Qingtang: "Five hundred and fifty times."

Cheng Chengzi: "..."