His Marriage Partner is Scheming

There was a click.

Chi Xueyan took the first photo of that window.

The light blue ordinary glass window, the balloon man swaying outside the window, the small note stuck firmly on the window, and the elegant and beautiful handwriting.

It was the funniest thing he had seen in a while.

Quirky and very funny.

Let him subconsciously want to preserve it as a memory that will not fade.

After Chi Xueyan took the photo, he sent it to the family group for Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan to enjoy together, and specifically said that it was He Qiao's office window.

People who are in love seem to like to share some trivial things that happen to each other, because of the freshest and most exuberant love in their hearts, they feel that their sweetheart is cute everywhere, so they want to tell the world about everything .

Probably, at least Su Yu thinks so.

Recently, as soon as Chi Xueyan opened Moments, he could see Lawyer Su with a dignified and handsome professional profile picture, and from time to time, he would post a colorful love mood.

Fortunately, he still has a sense of shielding his colleagues and clients, and only acts stupid in front of familiar relatives and friends.

Chi Xueyan has seen Han Zhenzhen comment below a series of long and long ellipses that are about to be sour.

I also saw He Qiao silently like a certain late-night confusing post that just kept repeating the word "cute".

Somewhat surprised him.

It can only be said that for a good friend of his partner, no matter how amazing the other party is, He Qiao can politely support him.

Excellent self-cultivation.

So in response, Chi Xueyan decided to take the initiative to go to the opposite side to wait for He Qiao to get off work tonight.

Since they started working floor-to-floor, they haven't been home together on a weekday because the hours are still staggered.

Dental clinics go to work an hour earlier than media companies, and they also leave work an hour earlier.

Normally Chi Xueyan didn't think there was any problem, but just now He Qiao said that Sheng Xiaoyue would come to see them tomorrow.

Then, before the elders come, they should show their affection in front of the company employees, just like students cramming before the exam.

In the evening, after Chi Xueyan got off work, she walked through the streets full of red maple trees and walked towards the increasingly familiar office building.

He Qiao had given him the access card to enter and exit the company, so there was no need to trouble others to come down to pick him up.

This is the first time he has taken out the pass card and used it.

Coming out of the elevator, Chi Xueyan walked towards He Qiao's office.

The employees of Wanjia Media who met along the way greeted him one after another, calling him Mr. Chi.

Chi Xueyan is seldom called that by people, and he is a bit uncomfortable, but after all, it is an indirect relationship of "the other half of the company boss", and there seems to be no other more suitable title.

The employees all smiled cautiously, wondering what they would think of him in their hearts.

Probably it would make Mr. He, who is usually serious, diligent and serious, suddenly become Mr. Chi, who is not interested in working.

Very villainous.

He inexplicably likes this setting.

In the sound of Mr. Chi, Secretary Li, who was stationed outside the CEO's office, saw him and got up immediately.

Chi Xueyan greeted her politely, and then said in a very intimate and natural manner: "I'll wait for him to get off work."

Seeing him coming, Li Feifei wanted to habitually pick up the phone to notify the boss, but on second thought, it was unnecessary.

This was the first time Mr. Chi came here to wait for Mr. He to get off work. The latter obviously didn't know about it, otherwise he would have gone downstairs to pick him up in advance.

Although she still couldn't see what was written in the note on the office window, it was definitely written by Mr. He to his lover who works in the opposite building.

Because she bought two extremely high-precision telescopes according to Mr. He's instructions.

In any case, she was so curious that she could at least see the expressions of the two of them at this moment.

Secretary Li knocked on the door, and when she heard a gentle call to come in from inside, she bent down and pushed the door open, and invited the guests beside her to come in with a smile.

Mr. He, who was concentrating on reading the documents, looked up Xunsheng with a surprised expression.

Then, he got up quickly and asked uncertainly: "Wait for me to get off work?"

Mr. Chi glanced at the clock on the wall, with a bit of willfulness in his tone: "Well, hurry up."

In the dim light of dusk, Mr. He walked towards his lover who came to visit suddenly, and said with a smile in his voice, "Okay."

There was a click.

The latch was lightly snapped shut, and it only took a few seconds for the office door to go from open to fully closed.

Nothing can be seen.

Secretary Li, who had tried to close the door as slowly as possible, regrettably returned to her desk.

Why does the president's office have a door?

It's anti-human.

Ten minutes later, Secretary Li received a call from the boss from the office, asking her to reserve a seat at a restaurant for tonight.

She did so immediately.

Although he has never patronized this expensive high-end restaurant, Secretary Li has seen photos shared by others on the Internet.

Sitting by the window of a high-rise sky restaurant, looking out through the glass, is a grand night view of the whole city with bright lights.

The guests talked softly, the music was romantic and soothing, and there were fresh red roses in vases on the table.

As the dinner draws to a close, Chi Xueyan often turns her head to admire the flickering night scene outside the window, while chatting casually with He Qiao.

About the progress of a project at a media company, the latest gossip whispered in the dental office, tomorrow's weather, and plans for the weekend.

Chi Xueyan no longer deliberately avoided talking about these trivial matters with He Qiao.

This is how he gets along with every friend he can talk to.

"...There's a terrible horror movie coming out this weekend. My parents are going on a business trip together. I'm going to find Su Yu to watch it."

Chi Xueyan said: "But I don't know if he is free, and now he runs to his girlfriend every day."

His appreciation of good movies is normal, but he has a special hobby: going to the cinema with others to watch bad movies, especially horror movies.

There are usually very few audiences in this kind of movie theater. Sitting in the golden seat in the center, watching bad movies with your companions, and watching their various reactions, in Chi Xueyan's opinion, it is very fun.

For example, Han Zhenzhen usually clenched his fists tighter and tighter, obviously resisting the urge to beat the actor across the screen.

Chi Zhongyuan would quietly fall asleep with a numb face, and after a night of sleep, under the cover of a popcorn bucket, he secretly took out his mobile phone to play mahjong.

Su Yu, who can speak very well, will complain from the beginning to the end, like a climax of stand-up comedy, accompanied by a lot of legal knowledge.

I don't know how He Qiao's personality will react.

As soon as Chi Xueyan's thoughts drifted here, he heard He Qiao ask: "If Su Yu is not free, do you want me to accompany you?"

Hearing the other party's seemingly normal tone, he also responded normally: "Okay, then I won't ask him."

In exchange for a lot of broken thoughts about the period of passionate love.

The night view outside the window was like a dream, and He Qiao, who was sitting opposite, nodded and said, "I will buy the tickets in advance."

He looks like he's expecting a really good movie.

So Chi Xueyan specially reminded: "Don't buy the wrong one, it's the worst one among all the movies just by looking at the name."

"Okay." He Qiao said, "I will remember."

It's the best looking one.

In front of another glass window filled with night, Sheng Xiaoyue was watching an eight o'clock soap opera at home.

This is her repertoire every night, and today the housekeeper accompanied her to watch it.

He Xiao was supposed to be sitting next to him, reading the documents and responding to her feelings from time to time, but he was on a business trip abroad recently.

But when He Qiao got married and moved out with a family, the family suddenly became deserted.

Fortunately, the youngest son will often call to greet her, and the eldest son will bring her local specialties and souvenirs when he returns from business trips.

Both sons have been involved in the family business, so He Huaili has been extraordinarily busy recently, gradually delegating power and handing over power, and wants to free up time for his family.

As the years passed, Sheng Xiaoyue's life was always peaceful and happy.

Therefore, TV dramas with twists and turns are extraordinarily exciting.

"It's obvious that he cares about this person, and because of some reasons, he can only hold back quietly, and he doesn't even dare to admit it to himself."

"Oh, this relationship is really tangled, it's all because of his complicated previous experience." She said, "Admitting this person seems to lose that person, but I don't think so—hey, how did this episode end?"

The housekeeper responded to her thoughts with a smile: "The next episode will be in five minutes, very soon."

While waiting for the commercial to end, Sheng Xiaoyue received another call from her youngest son.

He Qiao just returned home after having dinner with Chi Xueyan. He first asked how his mother was doing today, and then talked about what happened in his own life.

When he mentioned Wanjia Media's most influential advertisement for the second time, Sheng Xiaoyue couldn't help laughing: "Do you want me to visit the company?"

As soon as He Qiao took over the company, he has achieved good results, so of course he hopes to be praised by his mother.

He told her that he wanted to be He Qiao without a prefix.

Sheng Xiaoyue had long wanted to go over to see her son at work, but she was afraid of putting too much pressure on him, so she held back quietly.

He Qiao on the other end of the phone seemed to have thought about it, stopped going around in circles, and answered her words: "...tomorrow?"

Sheng Xiaoyue smiled even more heartily, and quickly pressed the corners of her eyes to avoid wrinkles: "Then tomorrow, isn't it so busy in the afternoon?"

She knows her son too well.

He Qiao has been like this since childhood.

Sometimes his speech is straightforward and frank, and sometimes he deliberately goes around, but everyone can see the thoughts behind the words, because his actions are always undisguised.

"By the way, I want to take a peek at Xiaochi from the window, can I see it? Your dad has seen him at work, but I haven't seen him yet."

"Also, I happened to bring some books over there. I have read them all. Anyway, there is a small bookcase in the lounge. You two can read them when you have nothing to do. I think these books are very reasonable..."

After He Qiao got married suddenly, Sheng Xiaoyue, who was at a loss for a while, asked the housekeeper to buy a lot of books and come back.

Half of it is about marriage management, which is prepared for He Qiao, and the other half is about how parents get along with their married children.

She absorbed strange new knowledge from the book, just like learning how to get along with children who lost their mothers many years ago.

the next afternoon.

In the spacious lounge of the president's office, the window screens fluttered gently, and there was an extra row of books on the bookcase.

Standing in front of the window, Sheng Xiaoyue held up her binoculars and carefully watched how the red-haired dentist in the opposite building pulled out the child's tooth.

She looked at the dentist in the distance for a while, and then looked back at her son who was working nearby.

There are snacks and milk tea bought for her on the desk.

In the brand-new storage box, there is a small note taken from the window, carefully folded.

On the outer edge of the window sill, a little balloon figure fluttered in the wind.

How can two people who are so big be so naive.

She thought so, but the smile on her face never stopped.

In the evening, through the telescope, Sheng Xiaoyue watched Chi Xueyan, who had changed into a white coat, leave the clinic building, cross the road, and walk to this side.

In the still bright sunlight, the young man who was walking across the zebra crossing suddenly raised his head and glanced at the high window.

He seemed to be smiling too.

The wide and clean long street in autumn is full of maple trees, pieces of flame-like red are swept into the wind like a long poem.

When Chi Xueyan walked into the office, Sheng Xiaoyue finished the visit with satisfaction.

She no longer disturbed the space between the two of them, and left with a smile in her hand, holding the unfinished milk tea.

Saying goodbye to the elders, Chi Xueyan nestled on the sofa during the hour of waiting, with a notebook on his lap that he asked the secretary for yesterday.

Although the new desk seemed much wider, he no longer sat on it, and there were no outsiders.

Nor will he willfully urge He Qiao to hurry up.

The other party was still dealing with work, and he wanted to keep as quiet as possible, and he didn't really want to play with his mobile phone, so he simply recorded the original story that He Qiao told him.

He started doing this thing yesterday when he came over to wait for He Qiao to get off work, like trying to analyze an unsolved puzzle.

He Qiao was annotating on the document report. He was sorting out another possibility of the world. There was only the sound of writing around him, and he could be called respectful.

However, Chi Xueyan occasionally had questions and asked him to solve them.

For example, a question that actually puzzled him for a while.

When He Qiao put down his pen, Chi Xueyan, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly raised her head and asked him: "Did Lu Siyi really never like me at all?"

He Qiao was startled.

Immediately, he lowered his eyes to avoid that curious gaze: "...No."

Hearing this, Chi Xueyan seemed to sneer: "No vision."

Now he is getting more and more familiar with He Qiao, and his mood and tone have become more real and casual, like getting along with an old friend.

So he frankly expressed his disbelief that he didn't get a single response to his active pursuit.

Chi Xueyan has liked herself since she was a child, and always feels that getting along with herself is an irreplaceable fun.

Maybe it sounds narcissistic, but from his current perspective, "Lu Siyi" is somewhat blind and boring.

It's better than He Qiao who at least knows how to appreciate the strange scenery outside the kitchen window.

"How did he become the leading actor? You are obviously much better than him."

Chi Xueyan sincerely praised the person sitting at the desk, turned over at the same time, changed his posture and continued to write notes.

He no longer disturbed the other party's work, and regained his quietness.

When the words fell, He Qiao raised his eyes and looked over again.

Chi Xueyan only left him one side.

The sinking dusk spread over the glass, plating a layer of light gold on the fair cheeks and brilliant hair tips, and also shining warmly on everything on the sofa.

He casually folded the soft blanket on his lap, lowered his head to hold the pen, and concentrated on combing the sunset that covered the pages.

In the quiet air, there was a faint rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

He Qiao looked at that silhouette for a long time.

His eyes gradually fell on the overly empty desk, and he remembered the figure who sat on it wantonly, and the eyes looking down at him with a smile.

At that moment, he could clearly see his reflection in the other person's eyes.

The eyes are more intense than the twilight.

He Qiao suddenly couldn't read the investment plan in hand anymore.

In the field of vision, there are only warm paper, cumbersome and well-written words, cold pens, and white sleeves covering the wrists.

Today he wears a tie at the collar of his shirt.

Simple and silent black.

It seems to be tied too neatly.