Cheng Minghao had a head full of question marks and looked at Yan Xiao in an indescribable manner, trying to analyze his true thoughts from that cold face.
Yan Xiao, who was being stared at, had no intention of explaining the problem to him. He calmly withdrew his foot, put the computer bag back on the table, and sat back upright.
Ye Fei raised her eyebrows, glanced sideways at the stylist who was still in shock, and gave him a look that said "this is quite normal".
Stylist: “…”
No, he really didn’t spread rumors!
Clearly, he was refusing to cooperate no matter how they tried to persuade him just now downstairs, so why did he suddenly change his mind now?
A man's mouth is a lie!
"That's good," Ye Fei chuckled and teased, "Now your wife fans are going to be excited."
Yan Xiao has strong features and deep contours, and is an extremely handsome man. When he was accidentally photographed by the media in the early days of his business, he attracted countless praises and admiration. Even though seven years have passed, when major forums count the most handsome photos of passers-by, there will definitely be that candid photo of him.
It's just that he keeps a low profile, has accepted very few interviews, and never appears in front of the camera unless necessary, which makes his fans very disappointed.
Ye Fei's eyes fell on Yan Xiao, looking at him unscrupulously.
Because of the nature of his work, he has met countless celebrities over the years, but none of them can compare to the man in front of him.
It's a pity that the two of them are just a collaboration. They are more like business partners than husband and wife. At the beginning, Ye Fei needed a lot of money to solve Dingyuan's difficulties, while Yan Xiao needed a de facto marriage to cope with the ubiquitous pressure to get married.
The two hit it off immediately, and after negotiating the terms of the contract, they went to get their marriage certificate immediately.
Who could have thought, Ye Fei sighed, that the self who used to be pure-hearted and focused on developing her career would one day no longer love Yan Xiao's money, and instead start to covet his body...
Ye Fei cleared his throat and drove out the yellow waste in his mind. Although he thought about it, he had no plans to develop further relations with Yan Xiao. He only has two years left to live, so he should stop harming others. Besides, Yan Xiao has no interest in him.
"That's right." Although Cheng Minghao still didn't understand why Yan Xiao suddenly agreed, he was satisfied as long as his goal was achieved. He walked over and complained to Ye Fei, "You don't know how crazy his wife fans are. Our official blog has a lot of news and the operations girl has to wait for a long time every time she logs in."
"Of course, Mr. Yan," Ye Fei chuckled and raised her chin towards Yan Xiao in the mirror, "Heart arsonist."
"That word is used accurately." Cheng Minghao laughed loudly, sweeping away his previous depression. He excitedly opened Weibo to show Ye Fei the private messages asking for photos.
Yan Xiao suddenly spoke up: "What is wife fans?"
"You don't even know this," Cheng Minghao replied, "I just want to be a fan of your wife."
Yan Xiao frowned and said seriously: "I'm married."
Cheng Minghao was busy logging into Weibo and said without even looking up: "Ah? Yeah, so what."
Yan Xiao was very dissatisfied with the disapproval in his tone, and solemnly emphasized: "I have a wife."
Cheng Minghao: “…”
I forgot about this guy's character.
Like many geniuses, Yan Xiao has an extremely high IQ and has talents far beyond ordinary people in his field of expertise. But at the same time, his social shortcomings are also very obvious.
Unable to judge the other person's true emotions based on the context, unable to understand the hidden meaning of the conversation, and... 100% obsessed with his own ideas.
"Do you need me to show you the marriage certificate?" His voice was low, not a questioning tone, but with a hint of aggression.
Cheng Minghao rolled his eyes unbearably and pushed Ye Fei forward: "Okay, okay, you have it, you have it. Look, your wife is here."
Ye Fei staggered when he pushed her, and happened to lean on the chair where Yan Xiao was sitting. He didn't move away, but adjusted his posture and narrowed his eyes: "You can discuss this topic after I leave."
Cheng Minghao raised his hand and made a zipper-like motion on his lips. He pulled the stylist to sit on the sofa and went to study Yan Xiao's new hairstyle.
Ye Fei retracted his attention, pondered for a few seconds, lowered his head and asked Yan Xiao: "When are you free recently? I have something to tell you."
If you think about it, he and Yan Xiao have only been in contractual marriage for half a year, while the contract stipulates a ten-year term. But now, Ye Fei wants to terminate the contract early.
He and Yan Xiao are more or less public figures, and their every move may be exposed to the eyes of others. It would be bad if he was photographed looking for a man outside in the future and news of him cheating on his wife spread.
The safest way is to divorce first and then go out and have fun. Although I feel a little sorry for Yan Xiao that something that had been agreed upon suddenly changed, this is the only way I can be free from worries. It's just a fake marriage. I think with Yan Xiao's capital, it won't be too difficult to find a suitable person.
"Both," Yan Xiao answered quickly, as if he was waiting for him at any time, and asked again, "What is it?"
"It's hard to explain here..."
Ye Fei's slightly hesitant face was reflected in the mirror embedded on the opposite wall. Yan Xiao looked at him intently for a while, but he was not satisfied with just looking at the mirror image.
He raised his head slightly, and his eyes met Ye Fei's in mid-air: "Do you think tonight is a good night?" He paused for a few seconds, and then said, "I'm free all night."
Ye Fei's eyes lit up. He only had two years, so it would be best if the problem could be resolved as soon as possible. He nodded and was about to speak when Cheng Minghao's loud voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother Xiao, you forgot that we have a video conference at 8 o'clock tonight."
He was secretly puzzled. Yan Xiao had a very strong memory. From daily work arrangements to a decimal point on a financial report, as long as he glanced at it, he would never forget it. What happened today?
Yan Xiao glanced at him and said, "No."
"Yes." It turns out that Yan Xiao also has a day when he forgets things. Cheng Minghao happily opened the memo on his phone and handed it over: "Look, I marked it last week. It's today."
Yan Xiao refused to look at his phone and said coldly: "I won't remember it wrong."
"But……"
"I'm not in that hurry," Ye Fei casually put her arm on Yan Xiao's shoulder, interrupting their conversation, and said with a smile, "You go ahead and do your work, and we'll talk about it when we get home, okay."
On the day of getting the marriage certificate, Ye Fei moved to Yan Xiao's apartment, but they did not live in the same room.
From the moment Ye Fei touched him, Yan Xiao froze, with all his attention focused on his left shoulder. The warmth from Ye Fei's palm was transmitted to him through the thin cloth. It was warm and real, better than any dream he had had before.
He sat there motionless, even his breathing was very light. It was as if Ye Fei was some easily frightened little animal that would run away quickly at the slightest movement of Yan Xiao.
Ye Fei waited for a while, but didn't hear Yan Xiao's answer. She called out again in confusion: "Yan Xiao?"
Yan Xiao's Adam's apple moved and he looked away unnaturally. After a few seconds, I couldn't help but move it back. After a long while, he finally uttered one word: "Okay."
"Then it's settled," Ye Fei stood up straight, "You go ahead and do your thing, I'll go to the box first." He waved at Cheng Minghao and walked out.
As soon as he took a step, Yan Xiao called him from behind: "Ye Fei."
Ye Fei turned around: "Anything else?"
"You can use this box," Yan Xiao said. His speech was a little slower than usual, as if he was choosing his words, but it was not obvious. "I'll ask someone to add a chair, so that we can be more efficient."
To make it more convincing, he added: "I calculated it."
"No need." Ye Fei would rather be alone than be with Yan Xiao.
Two years may seem short, but Ye Fei had almost forgotten what happened during this period. He needed to organize his thoughts so as not to say anything he shouldn't.
"It's only a few steps away, so we won't waste much time."
"Just sit here," Yan Xiao stood up and gave up his seat, pushing the chair towards Ye Fei, silently insisting, "I can start cutting your hair right away, okay?"
He was very tall, with his back straight, and he stood beside the chair, waiting for Ye Fei persistently. The expression on his face was serious and earnest, and for some reason it made people feel that they couldn't refuse him.
"Okay then." Ye Fei thought that Yan Xiao probably wanted to create the illusion that they were very affectionate in front of others, so she didn't refuse and sat down cooperatively.
Anyway, they are getting divorced soon, so just go along with him for the last time.
The studio's service was excellent, and within a few minutes the box was arranged according to Yan Xiao's requirements. Ye Fei and Yan Xiao sat side by side in front of the mirror, letting the stylist work on their heads.
Ye Fei confirmed the hairstyle in advance and her progress was slightly faster than Yan Xiao. When he finished cutting, Yan Xiao was still finishing up.
The two of them just agreed that when Yan Xiao returns to the company later, he will bring Ye Feishao home with him. Ye Fei didn't want to sit and wait in the box, so she went to the balcony.
The lights outside have already come on, and the cross-sea bridge has cast a long band of light in the sky. Vehicles of all sizes shuttle back and forth on it, which is dazzling and dynamic.
Ye Fei half leaned against the railing, lit a cigarette, and smoked while looking at his phone.
First browse through the recent hot news, and after you have a general impression, click on WeChat and start scrolling through the chat history from top to bottom. Just as I saw the third person, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.
Ye Fei raised her eyes and Yan Xiao walked over.
The new hairstyle makes his facial features look even sharper and more handsome, almost intimidating. Ye Fei blew out a puff of smoke and said jokingly, "Hey, where did this handsome guy come from? Would you like to add WeChat?"
Yan Xiao looked at him quietly without saying anything.
After a moment of silence, just when Ye Fei wanted to put out the cigarette and leave, Yan Xiao suddenly said, "Give me one."
Ye Fei was startled: "You smoke?"
It's no wonder that he was surprised. In his previous life, Ye Fei had known Yan Xiao for more than two years and had never seen him smoke.
Yan Xiao said "hmm".
Ye Fei didn't ask any more questions and threw the cigarette box over. Too lazy to take out the lighter, I just tilted my head back and lit his cigarette for him.
He was very close to him, so close that Yan Xiao could even count each of his eyelashes clearly. At this moment, the hustle and bustle of traffic and the noise of horns outside seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the two of them.
In the rising smoke rings, Yan Xiao used his eyes to depict Ye Fei's outline inch by inch. His Adam's apple moved and he took a deep breath unconsciously.
"What date is your Internet conference?" After lighting a cigarette, Ye Fei naturally stepped back. He flicked the ash into the trash can and asked Yan Xiao.
Yan Xiao didn't say anything and even turned away.
Is this... angry?
Ye Fei thought about it and realized that it must be his teasing that made him unhappy. Sure enough, apart from the cooperative relationship, Yan Xiao didn't want to get too close to me privately.
Ye Fei had no intention of trying to get in trouble with someone else's kindness, so he put out his cigarette, said, "I'll wait for you outside," and walked away.
It was not until he walked a long way away that he could no longer hear any sound coming from the balcony. Yan Xiaocai, whose face turned red and he was short of breath, held onto the railing and started coughing violently.
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