His Marriage Partner is Scheming

The smooth mirror glass shattered and splashed in the air.

Amidst the loud noise, accompanied by dull impacts, the reflection elongated by the light swayed chaotically.

The sudden explosion of movement in the bathroom quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding waiters.

The sound of hurried footsteps came one after another.

Arguments and fights are all too common in a place filled with alcohol and hormones.

But the two protagonists who fought tonight still made these waiters who rushed up to break the fight secretly startled.

Interested people heard the movement and came out of the box to watch the excitement.

The same goes for the box where He Qiao's friends are.

But while curious about the noise at the end of the corridor, a group of people suddenly realized that the center of the sofa was empty, as if it had lost the brilliance of the moon.

Three people left this room one after another.

They never came back.

The well-dressed young people suddenly fell silent, looking at each other.

This gathering, which was originally used to announce happiness, ended in secret whispers.

There was an unusual smell floating in the late night air.

Someone caught a glimpse of Fang Shi'er's bruises and mottled face when he was helped by the waiter to leave, and he completely lost the decency he had when he came.

In comparison, He Qiao's situation looks much better.

At least it was a close lover who tended to his wounds, not a cautious waiter.

In a box specially vacated for He Qiao, the colored lights and screens were dimmed, and a complete medicine box was placed on the coffee table.

Chi Xueyan skillfully disinfected the small wound on his forehead without panicking at all.

He watched his father Chi Zhongyuan train students since he was a child, and later became a dentist who sees blood every day. Such scenes can only be regarded as commonplace.

But when he looked down and saw He Qiao's **** right hand, he still sighed sincerely: "I'd rather it be syrup."

He Qiao stretched out his hand cooperatively, without a trace of pain on his face, instead he apologized for the emotion hidden in his words: "I'm sorry."

Chi Xueyan shook his head, inspecting the wound on his hand very lightly, using tweezers to remove small glass shards.

When He Qiao and Fang Shier fought, he smashed the mirror beside the sink, and the sharp glass shards cut his hands and splashed across his forehead.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and no artery was injured. Although it looked tragic, most of them were just superficial scratches, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

Unlike him who has received professional violence education, He Qiao doesn't know where to strike is the most efficient and labor-saving, which can quickly make people lose their ability to resist.

In his smooth and bright life, there should be no chance or need to fight with others.

So he just waved his fist at Fang Shi'er in a random manner, and the wind was filled with extremely strong anger, which was completely different from his usual meekness and accommodating.

Even when the sharp mirror pierced the skin and blood gushed out, there was no hesitation or pause.

At that moment, Chi Xueyan almost had an illusion.

The person in front of him seemed to really love him deeply.

In a blood-red world that is spinning around.

Shards of glass littered in stainless steel trays flickered.

After disinfecting the wound, Chi Xueyan restrained his thoughts and carefully bandaged him.

"I only did a simple cleaning. It's best to go to the hospital for another check. Also, I don't know if there will be scars, so I can prescribe some scar-removing medicine."

Chi Xueyan let go of her hand and turned to pack the medicine box.

He Qiao looked at his bandaged right hand hovering in mid-air, did not speak, his expression was still warm as usual.

It's just little things that don't matter.

After a while, the two walked out of the box together.

Unlike Fang Shi'er, who was severely injured by Chi Xueyan from the beginning, He Qiao, who had the upper hand in the fight, didn't need anyone to help him, but his hand hanging by his side was covered with bandages.

Not far away, there are still friends who just attended the party staying.

One of the young men noticed their appearance, quickly left the people around him, and ran over quickly with a concerned expression, the gold necklace around his neck was shaking wildly.

Obviously, this astute nouveau riche who has just entered the circle has found another opportunity to repair the relationship with the second son of the He family.

No one doubts that.

"Brother, how is the wound?" Chen Xinzhe hurriedly approached, "Should I take you to the hospital?"

He Qiao ignored him, and left this flashy place with Chi Xueyan side by side.

Chen Xinzhe didn't give up either, he followed closely beside the two, as if he was still looking for an opportunity to get close.

The doorman drove the red sports car to the door, and Chi Xueyan took the key, consciously acting as the driver.

He Qiao is definitely not fit to drive now.

When he got into the co-pilot and closed the door, Chen Xinzhe, who had been ignored all the way, followed him persistently, leaning over the window with his head down.

From an angle that others could not notice, this time his greeting was a little more sincere.

"Brother, are your hands okay? Is it okay?"

He Qiao looked at him sideways, and his tone returned to his usual calm: "It's nothing, it's just a scratch."

Only then did Chen Xinzhe heave a sigh of relief, and the glib talk faded away, and he said sincerely, "That's good, I was so scared just now, I didn't expect you two to fight."

Chi Xueyan on the side listened quietly, without showing any surprise.

It turned out that He Qiao didn't just deliberately lose to Chen Xinzhe.

They didn't even know each other beforehand.

Chen Xinzhe saw He Qiao's undisguised reaction in front of Chi Xueyan, and immediately realized that the relationship between them must be different from the appearance.

The impatient horn of the vehicle came from behind, and the young man who played the role of the nouveau riche handily seized the time and said very quickly: "Brother, I think I should give a wedding gift, this time let's change it to two Eight points?"

"No need." He Qiao smiled and looked away, "As usual."

Hearing this, Chen Xinzhe stopped being polite, showed his white teeth, and smiled quite frankly: "Okay, thank you brother, happy wedding, happy marriage for a hundred years!"

He stepped back cleverly, waved to the two of them, watched the sports car drive away, and became the naughty look of rushing to show courteousness again.

The summer night wind howls by.

Holding the steering wheel, Chi Xueyan asked the lover who had switched places beside him: "Did He Xiao buy the car you lost to him?"

He Qiao responded, "Yes."

Then the thing that was lost to Chen Xinzhe last time was naturally the same.

He is borrowing those gifts in the name of favor, borrowing others' hands, and quietly exchanging them for weapons that may be held in his hands in the future.

Chi Xueyan stopped asking, and focused on the road ahead, his eyes full of colorful night lights.

He suddenly felt that the He Qiao next to him was obviously more villainous than him.

The flaming red sports car stopped outside the villa.

Chi Xueyan turned off the fire, and asked him with sideways eyes: "Accordingly, should I send you in and explain what happened to my uncle and aunt?"

"It's late, you can drive it back to rest." He Qiao shook his head, "I'll explain."

Chi Xueyan guessed that he probably already had a plan, so he stopped insisting.

He Qiao pushed the door open with his left hand, and when he was about to get out of the car, he paused slightly and looked back at him.

"I knew he would bring Chen Xinzhe here." He Qiao said honestly, as if apologizing, "but I didn't know that his goal was you."

"I didn't know you would fight him." Chi Xueyan said casually, "Then we are even?"

Listening to his relaxed tone, He Qiao was silent for a while, then stood beside the car and asked softly: "Do you mind if I use this as an excuse?"

This question made Chi Xueyan laugh.

He looked at He Qiao's tightly wrapped right hand, and said sincerely, "You should not be able to peel nuts for a while."

Except for his parents who peeled sugar and fried chestnuts for him when he was young, He Qiao was the first person to do so.

There seems to be that mellow and fragrant fragrance between the lips and teeth.

"Remember to call someone to pick up the car." Chi Xueyan restarted the sports car, waved to him, and said goodbye in a cheerful tone, "Have fun."

He Qiao silently watched him go away.

After he walked into the house, the first thing he heard was Sheng Xiaoyue's exclamation: "Hey, what happened to your hand! Where did you hurt it?"

"Small injury, it's okay." He shook his head expressionlessly, "It was done by accident."

Next, he said a curt goodnight to his mother and went straight to his room, seemingly in no mood to talk about the wound.

Until the next day, Sheng Xiaoyue learned about what happened last night from He Xiao.

She knocked on her son's door worriedly: "I called the doctor and asked him to see if your hand is okay?"

He Qiao opened the door, looking not in good spirits, and refused, "Xiaochi has already treated it for me, it's just a minor injury."

"I even forgot that Xiao Chi is also a doctor." Sheng Xiaoyue felt relieved a little, and took this opportunity to ask, "Was Xiao Chi not injured yesterday? I heard he did it too, right?"

"He's fine."

"It's fine." As she said that, a layer of anger appeared in Sheng Xiaoyue's beautiful eyes, "I've already told your father that that kid is really messing around. Unfortunately, I thought you two had a good relationship..."

"Mom, it's useless." He Qiao interrupted his mother's innocent words, and smiled wryly, "If you just help me teach him, it's meaningless."

Sheng Xiaoyue raised her head blankly, looking at her son who seemed to have matured a lot overnight.

"In their eyes, I am He Huaili's son and He Xiao's younger brother, but not He Qiao." There was a gloomy atmosphere in his voice, "No one will really respect me, because without you, no one will respect me." no."

"Mom, I should grow up. I can't go on messing around like before."

He finally said: "I want to be He Qiao, He Qiao without the prefix."

In the suddenly still air, the layers of gauze on the hands were soaked by the sun, like dazzling white snow, but there were faint red marks oozing from the depths.

Both love and hate have the power to change oneself.

At this moment, he chose love as the perfect catalyst.

That night, He Huaili returned home early once again on a rare occasion, and the family of four had dinner together.

He Huaili was not surprised by the changes in his youngest son after his flash marriage, it was human nature.

"If you want to come to the company, there are two ways." He said calmly, "One is to take a job at the group headquarters and observe and study with the executives, which will be easier."

"The other is to start from a basic position like your brother, rotate among different departments, and get familiar with the business from the bottom up."

After he finished speaking, He Qiao replied without hesitation: "I choose the second one."

The obvious earnestness and firmness in his expression made He Huaili quite relieved, and just as he was about to remind him of the hard work of this method, He Xiao, who was listening, spoke in time.

"Dad, I have a proposal."

The other three people cast their gazes over, and He Xiao continued with his usual expression: "If you start from the bottom like me, although every step is more solid, the process is too hard, especially the current company situation is different from that at that time. The scope of business is much larger, and the things learned from job rotations are too specific, which is not suitable.”

He Huaili did not make a sound, and patiently listened to the elder son's thoughts.

"Of course it's not appropriate to take a second job. It's contrary to He Qiao's original intention. He wants to do things in a down-to-earth manner." He Xiao smiled and glanced at his younger brother across the table, and asked, "Are you interested in advertising and marketing?"

He Huaili instantly understood what he meant, and frowned slightly: "Are you going to hand over the media business to him?"

Wanjia Group has an independent subsidiary Wanjia Media, which mainly undertakes the advertising and marketing business of various catering brands within the group. He Xiao has been managing it before. The company is running well and has a good reputation outside.

"This is an industry that belongs to young people, and what it needs is vitality and passion. Instead, there shouldn't be too many rigid rules and regulations." He Xiao said, "Besides, I really don't have many skills at the moment. It's a good thing that He Qiao is willing to get in touch with these. "

Looking at his father who was lost in thought, He Xiao said seriously, "Dad, you should trust him more and let him do it."

Sheng Xiaoyue was very happy. Seeing her son's faintly surprised expression, she persuaded her: "Huai Li, I think He Xiao is right. Let him try it. It's hard to make up his mind, and my brother will definitely teach him well." his."

The eldest son, who is not related to her by blood, has always taken good care of this half-brother.

For reorganized families, this is a lucky thing.

After dinner, He Qiao found He Xiao alone.

He hesitated to thank him, and then said bluntly, "Brother, I didn't expect you to let me manage a company directly."

He Xiao stood by the window, watching the gardener watering the flowers through the glass, and responded gently: "I'm really too busy, you should also believe in your ability."

In the dim night, crystal drops of water fell, drenching the deep and shallow branches, leaves and petals.

He didn't look back, so He Qiao looked at his back, took a deep breath and said, "I'll try not to screw up."

"You won't mess it up." He Xiao smiled, and turned to chatting with him, "I think the garage is a little empty, where is your car?"

He Qiao's movements froze, and then he deliberately shook his right hand which was still wrapped in bandages, and said in a low voice, "Xiaochi sent me back yesterday, and then drove home again. I'll pick up the car another day."

He Xiao thought, he wasn't asking about this car.

But he didn't say any more.

This mediocre and stupid brother never let him down.

"By the way, brother." He Qiao remembered something, and changed the subject abruptly, "I remember you said that this company has expanded a lot recently, and you plan to change the office?"

He Xiao finally turned to look at him with a smile.

"Yes, it's up to you to decide the matter now."

Outside the glass window, the flying water droplets gradually soaked the roots of the plants.

The brighter petals are swaying gently in the evening wind.

Another busy working day.

In the afternoon, Chi Xueyan had a meal, took a nap in the office, was woken up by the alarm clock, and was ready to work for the second half of the day.

He got up, his consciousness was still a little dazed, and he planned to wash his face to sober up.

When passing by the window, Chi Xueyan's footsteps stopped.

There was a sudden change that took away the difficulty hovering in his mind.

The road outside is still crowded with traffic, and pedestrians are in a hurry.

On the outer wall of the brand new office building directly opposite, the long-hanging rental advertisement disappeared.

The eye-catching advertisements were removed, revealing the original color of the walls, and the blinding windows reflected the dazzling sunlight.

In this brilliant light with just the right temperature, a strange premonition suddenly rose in Chi Xueyan's heart.

He stood at the window and took a photo, sent it to He Qiao, and attached a seemingly ordinary chat.

[Shahryar: The very expensive office building opposite the clinic is rented out. ]

A minute later, two notification tones sounded one after another.

[Little Eleven: The price can be negotiated, it's not too expensive. ]

[Little Eleven: This location is more convenient to come and pick up the car. ]

His premonition came true.

In astonishment, Chi Xueyan noticed He Qiao's head belatedly.

In the chat interface, in the small square on the left is a large piece of gorgeous red sunset clouds, which seems to have been photographed casually at dusk.

It seems to be echoing the blue sea in the small square on the right.

It wasn't like this before.

But he couldn't remember what He Qiao's last profile picture was.

Chi Xueyan stared at the patch of different shades of red, and after a few seconds, raised the corner of her mouth, and touched the screen lightly with her fingertips.

The signal passes through the hustle and bustle of the city, and quietly swims into the palm of the lover.

[Shahryar: Well done. ]