Chapter 270 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (22)

Cen Wenxing’s answer is——

Let me think about it, you go back first.

Tan Cheng left.

Alice looked at Cen Wenxing for a long time and said.

"If it were you in the past, you would have asked me to draft a contract and a prenuptial agreement to protect your personal property and career as a pianist!"

"Why don't you agree?"

Why?

Because the moment Tan Cheng said "I want to marry you", his heart ached, it hurt a lot.

Alice: "We can change someone else."

Cen Wenxing finally spoke, "I didn't say no, can you let me think about it?"

"You don't have much time to think."

"Don't push me, Alice."

The room fell into deathly silence.

Alice: "Until midnight today."

Alice gave him time to think.

"Thank you very much."

Alice left too.

Cen Wenxing was the only one left in the large flat.

He held the violin, watching the sky outside gradually darken and the city lights gradually light up.

The lights of thousands of homes are like stars falling on the earth.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Cen Wenxing took out his cell phone and called Tan Cheng.

The phone rang only once.

The call is connected over there.

"Where?"

There was silence for a moment and then he said, "Downstairs."

"Didn't go back?"

"No."

Cen Wenxing plucked the strings lightly, causing a slight sound to sound.

"Your house is very big, with two floors. I don't like it very much. My house is smaller than yours. Do you mind?"

"No problem."

The voice was low and soft, but serious.

"There's no way to have a wedding, it would be very rushed."

"It doesn't matter."

"I don't...I don't like you yet."

"I know."

There was a pause and then he added a sentence.

"Xingxing, thank you."

Cen Wenxing closed his eyes, the pain in his heart was even more obvious than before.

During those years when Tan Cheng secretly watched his performances in the back row and sent him flowers without cards, Cen Wenxing suddenly felt that Tan Cheng was not that talented.

Even like a mentally retarded person.

He used to be so cold, like an emotionless robot, and could not be moved by any emotion.

But he was really moved, and didn't know how precious human hearts were, so he sent it to him eagerly.

Cen Wenxing broke it.

He handed it over again.

Broken into pieces.

Hand it up again.

Cen Wenxing thought, if Tan Cheng could see what kind of person he was, he should leave, right?

Someone who cannot accept all of him is not worthy of being his partner.

Cen Wenxing told him about his childhood experiences and took him to see the place where he grew up.

Tan Cheng heard and saw it.

Tan Cheng refused to leave.

This might be the one that suits him best.

Cen Wenxing wants to take it slow.

Follow the normal process.

But fate plays tricks on us and things don't go as we wish.

Cen Wenxing put down his violin.

"sorry."

"Xingxing, you don't have to apologize to me."

There is no need to apologize if you are loved.

Cen Wenxing: "Then let's go to Las Vegas tonight."

Las Vegas, the wedding capital.

The marriage registry is never closed.

-

Alice feels helpless sometimes.

Yesterday, that person refused to agree no matter what, and acted as if marriage was his life. Today, he slapped the marriage certificate directly in her face!

The speed is so fast that it is simply the ultimate science fiction.

With the marriage certificate, Alice immediately started public relations.

With Tan Cheng's help, the news spread very quickly, and the dogs on the street didn't know about it because he didn't do his job well enough.

Therefore, you can see on the Internet that people were cursing Cen Wenxing in the morning, but in the afternoon it turned into a scene of "Woc, he got married?"

Cen Wenxing also posted on Weibo and uploaded a photo of the marriage certificate.

[Xingxing was also surprised about this matter and was moved by Mr. Tan]

Have a name and surname!

Doesn’t look fake!

All the scolding turned into congratulations.

Even the orchestra asked Cen Wenxing to go back.

Cen Wenxing put away his phone and leaned against the door frame to watch Tan Cheng pack his things.

He moved in today and offered to live in the second bedroom.

When he was packing up, the corners of his mouth were raised. Even when his head accidentally hit the cabinet, he was still smiling.

He doesn't look very smart, and feels like one of the people in China who can predict the end of mathematics at a glance.

The happier he was, the more uncomfortable Cen Wenxing felt.

When Tan Cheng was halfway through cleaning up, the medicine bottle suddenly rolled out. Before he could pick it up, Cen Wenxing was one step ahead.

Nothing special, just vitamin C in the bottle.

Cen Wenxing returned the medicine bottle to him.

Tan Cheng took it and his palms were sweating with nervousness.

He waited until Cen Wenxing left, then looked for a secluded place and hid the medicine.

Before going to bed, Tan Cheng received several WeChat messages from Yu Ni, asking him if the things on the Internet were true and if he was the one who married Cen Wenxing.

Tan Cheng thought he was being very reserved, but in fact he replied with one word in a very high-profile manner.

right.

There was no reply from that side.

Tan Cheng was lying on the bed, holding his cell phone and grinning.

After a while, Le took out the marriage certificate to look at it again.

Then continue having fun.

The door suddenly opened.

Tan Cheng closed his eyes subconsciously.

The person who came did not deliberately lower his footsteps as he walked to the bedside.

Then a pillow hit Tan Cheng in the face, as if to vent his anger.

"You sleep well, but I'm the only one who can't sleep on the wedding night."

Tan Cheng sat up in shock.

He watched in surprise as Cen Wenxing lifted his quilt, pulled his pillow over, and then lay down beside him.

Just lay down like that.

For half a minute, Tan Cheng's mind was blank.

Half a minute later, he lay down stiffly.

After lying down, my hands weren’t hands, my feet weren’t feet, and my whole body felt tense.

"What brought you here?"

“This is my home.”

“…”

Tan Cheng stopped talking.

Cen Wenxing turned over irritably, with his back facing Tan Cheng.

I've seen a lot of them in bars, but none of them match the current situation.

After a while, Tan Cheng asked, "Xingxing, can't you sleep?"

"Um."

"Then do you want me to recite pi to you?"

“…”

Cen Wenxing was speechless and smiled.

I laughed but then I wondered how could someone be so stupid?

It's stupid enough to just chat under the quilt, but this guy also wants to memorize pi.

"No, go to sleep."

Tan Cheng said "Oh", and it was obvious that he was very sorry.

"Would you like to press your hands?"

Cen Wenxing slowly turned around and handed his hand to him.

-

The news of Tan Cheng and Cen Wenxing's marriage spread quickly.

After the matter with the orchestra was resolved, Alice had some free time and wanted to clean up Gongqu.

Unexpectedly, there was no such person and he had already been dealt with by Tan Cheng.

Having solved her biggest worry, Alice felt completely relaxed.

When Cen Wenxing returned to the orchestra for the first group training session, he picked a really awesome piece of music and tried to show off his skills. Those who were training with him were sweating but couldn’t keep up.

After he finished playing, Cen Wenxing proudly raised his chin towards the violinist in the orchestra who wanted to step over him to get to the top.

"It's really good."

The violinist's face turned red and he quit the orchestra the next day.

Cen Wenxing's reputation continues to rise, and many people even want to become his disciples.

Cen Wenxing felt that he was not old enough to accept disciples, so he ignored him.

Unexpectedly, someone had evil intentions and wore clothes that showed off her figure in an attempt to seduce Cen Wenxing. She also said that her husband looked very unromantic and it would be better for her to find him as her soul mate.

Cen Wenxing approached him and looked him up and down.

"With your level, you're not even qualified to be a disciple, let alone a soul mate? You always have to pee without a mirror? Is your pee, matte?"

I don't know how this matter reached Tan Cheng's ears.

During the holidays, Tan Cheng and Cen Wenxing were making cookies.

Tan Cheng is good at proportions, but not good at shaping.

Pull a long strip.

The vanilla flavor was ok.

The chocolate ones...

It is difficult to arouse people's appetite.

Cen Wenxing took over the job.

He squeezed out a few beautifully shaped ones, and Tan Cheng suddenly said, "Xingxing, am I really unromantic?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then why don't you teach me again."

Cen Wenxing's hand trembled and a large lump came out.

It looks more like poop than the long ones.