Extra 1

Yu Suye didn't care much about getting married. She had organized all kinds of events before, so why would she be afraid of a small wedding?

But in fact, getting married to Bian Yuan was much more complicated than she thought.

The people who came to the wedding were a mixed bag, including officials and businessmen from all walks of life. It was already very troublesome to organize it, not to mention that she had to host the wedding in a wedding dress that was inconvenient to go to the bathroom.

Yu Suye didn't bring any midnight snacks this time, and came to Bian Yuan's spacious office empty-handed.

Although her face was still slightly hot when she saw the familiar Italian sofa, Yu Suye no longer had the initial shyness.

She questioned Bian Yuan, "Don't you think your wedding is troublesome?"

Bian Yuan's eyes deliberately glanced at the sofa that bred infinite ambiguity from time to time, and reminded her subtly, "But some people have to learn to be responsible, right?"

Bian Yuan pulled himself out of his busy schedule, "Besides, leaving a beautiful wedding is equally meaningful to you and me, isn't it?"

"Bian Yuan, don't think I don't know that 95% of the people here are your business partners, and they are here to serve you."

Yu Suye found out all kinds of inequality in this wedding, and she was determined to open a gap, and today she had a quarrel with Bian Yuan.

Why did she contribute so much?

The groom didn't care that much at all.

"Yu Suye, let me tell you, you can think about it from another angle."

"For example?"

"They make money for me. After all, half of every penny I make after marriage belongs to you, which means I make money for you."

Thinking about it now, money is really a good thing. With the temptation of money, anything will not become dull and boring. For someone like Yu Suye who has low tastes, this is simply a factor that makes the motivation explode.

"But it's just about money?"

Doesn't someone think that his sense of participation in this wedding is too low?

Bian Yuan understood immediately, "Then what do you want me to cooperate with?"

"How can this be called cooperation? Isn't it also to show your good spirit?"

"Yu Suye, I think there is a possibility that you have some pre-marital anxiety?" Bian Yuan did not consider outsiders at the beginning of the idea, "In fact, we will hold a wedding in our own manor. If you want fewer people to come, you can only invite people around us..."

Yu Suye said on the surface, "How can we waste such a good opportunity to collect money?"

But if it comes to pre-marital anxiety, Yu Suye thinks it is true.

The age difference is here, and the qualifications of the two are also very different. This is not a kind of uncertainty, but even Yu Suye herself does not know how to live in this kind of life and will be regretful-

she agreed too early.

If she had known this, she should have let herself go for a while, and it would not be bad to have fun until she was about 30 and then get married.

But in the trap set by the border, she had to be a sensible and cooperative person, so that no one would say that she took the money and wanted to run away. She was not the kind of person who had no sense of contract.

"I'm serious." Bian Yuan suggested again, "If you don't want an overly complicated ceremony, maybe it can be just us."

Yu Suye had to remind this guy that they still have a precious daughter, "There must be stars, okay?"

"I hope that no matter where you are, you can consider your own feelings first."

"You know I'm such a practical person, I don't have any dream wedding at all..." But Yu Suye always felt that she should do something for the boss. Even if he is a giving personality, sometimes he should be rewarded. Besides, this is also an important occasion for his partners. If she doesn't consider her husband's considerations at all, wouldn't it be very selfish.

Yu Suye, who hadn't been home for a long time, lay in her private room again for a whole night.

Several of her other roommates moved into this place one after another. It was very lively for a while.

She told all her thoughts, and after the dormitory boss's exaggeration, she became a means of making money by any means at graduation.

"Don't you just want us to give you the first month's salary we earn in your company as a membership fee?"

Yu Suye was angry, "Look at my husband's worth, does he care about such a small amount of money?"

Some people laughed while talking seriously, and she suddenly meditated and laughed non-stop.

"It seems that marriage is not only unfair to me, but also to you."

Qi Mei was surprised, "So, Su Su, you don't plan to get married?"

"Get married."

Why not. It would be

so boring if you can only torture yourself, but it would be a different meaning if you can also torture others.

"Yu Suye!"

"I'm not really taking this opportunity to save money. I just want to be able to look after Xingxing openly in the future."

"Susu, just get married," the boss said with a wicked smile, "Marriage is the grave of love, but it just so happens that we don't see any love between you and Bian Yuan... so you two will definitely be very happy."

How could someone say that? How

could there not be love between her and Bian Yuan?

She was a young and beautiful female college student, and he was a cold and ruthless boss. From any angle, this was a rare love in the romance world.

Yu Suye sat up in shock from the soft couch at home, determined to get a specific reason from the boss of the dormitory.

The boss was so scared that he fell asleep quickly.

Yu Suye was awake anyway, so she decided not to sleep and was ready to crawl back to her soft bed in the castle, where she could sleep more comfortably.

Yu Suye was halfway back when suddenly all the nervousness and uneasiness in her expression, as well as all the unnecessary worries about getting married, disappeared -

he had already come out of the castle and the car was halfway there.

Yu Suye suddenly wanted to laugh. Did this mean that she was very important, so someone couldn't leave her alone for a night?

God knows, why would her future husband be so clingy? But in a sense, this seemed to be "running in both directions."

Yu Suye sat paralyzed in her passenger seat with peace of mind, and his bony hand always calculated the right moment to personally lower the water bottle under her nose.

She coquettishly called out a name that even she herself could not believe, "Husband~"