Chapter 40 That’s called, wife?
In the early morning, the sun had just begun to peek out.
Soft mist overflows from the folds of the mountains and slowly flows to the foot of the mountain.
Everything around was immersed in a damp mist.
Fuzzy, sticky, and wet.
The staff of the program crew have all gone to catch the plane, and now there are only the two of them at the foot of the mountain.
The camera is inside the car and cannot capture anything outside.
You can do whatever you want.
Chi Fan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose casually.
Visibly happy.
She took off Nan Feng's radio, shrugged her shoulders, and gently bumped into the still-resisting racer next to her, and kindly reminded her, "It's time to go, fiancé~"
…
Fiancé, your uncle!!
If there is no one, you won’t perform, right? ! !
Lin Xingye pushed back in protest and glared at him sideways.
Chi Fan pursed his lips and smiled in response.
I don’t know what his wife is thinking, but even if she knew, she would just nod obediently.
The audience has all left, who are we performing for?
Lin Xingye took a deep breath, ripped the microphone off his collar, and threw it on the hood. Then he grabbed Chi Fan by the collar and dragged him to the sidewalk beside the road.
"Let's talk."
We can’t talk next to the car for fear of being overheard by the audience.
Chi Fan didn't struggle and just let him lead him away.
Her peach blossom eyes drooped slightly as she looked at the slender fingers like bamboo branches, and the corners of her mouth curled up high, unable to be suppressed.
My wife's hands are so beautiful...
Is it okay to have a relationship?
Lin Xingye's hands are indeed beautiful, with distinct joints and slender knuckles, and a white skin as smooth as porcelain flowing between the knuckles.
Just like fine jade.
There is a thin layer of calluses on the palms and fingertips, which is a testimony to his close contact with the steering wheel.
Wen Yiqing always said that he had beautiful hands and should play the piano instead of driving.
But the person involved didn't care at all, got angry, and used it as a weapon.
Lin Xingye dragged him to a tree beside the path before letting go.
Chi Fan's gaze naturally followed his hand and fell to his legs.
It must be very comfortable to hold hands, preferably with fingers interlocked...
"What are you looking at!?"
Lin Xingye frowned, lowered his head following his gaze, stared at his hands and pants for a long time but didn't find anything wrong, and even looked back at the wet soil behind him.
For a moment, he even suspected that he had put his pants on backwards...
His fiancé is so stupid...
It's kind of cute to be dumb.
Chi Fan didn't answer his question. With a smile on his face, he asked him, "Fiancé, what are you talking about this time?"
…
Lin Xingye took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice: "Don't call me fiancé from now on."
Chi Fan tilted his head, pretending to be confused.
"Why? We're engaged~"
"Don't like the name fiancé? Then call her wife?"
"Wife, you're my uncle!!"
Lin Xingye got angry and clenched his fists again.
Chi Fan: I’ve said it many times, he really doesn’t have an uncle..., he only has a second uncle.
He took another deep breath, suppressed his anger, and tried to express his attitude calmly.
"Like I said, I'm straight. I'm really not interested in men. I was forced into the engagement by the old man."
"Besides, don't you already have someone you like? You're already talking about marriage, so why would I stand in the way?"
"After the variety show, I'll go find Mr. Chi and break off the engagement. It'll be natural for you to be with the person you like. From now on, you can hug your wife and be the heir of the Chi family, and I'll return to Country Y and be my own racing driver. It's a win-win situation."
Lin Xingye felt that he had to make this matter clear, otherwise Chi Fan would always do strange things under the pretext of engagement.
He's already grown up, he really doesn't want to have a fight every time.
Lin Xingye said a lot in one breath, and Chi Fan just looked at him indifferently, with a mystery in his peach blossom eyes, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Why is there no reaction at all?
Lin Xingye suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
After hesitating for a long time, he continued to lobby.
"What do you think? This matter has no effect on you, and you don't have to contact me under the pretext of engagement. What if it affects your relationship..."
"Why don't you ask me who I like?"
Chi Fan interrupted him, slowly raised his eyes, stared into his eyes, and asked him.
Her peach blossom eyes were wet, and as her eyes moved, she seemed to have thousands of words to say, but she was hesitant to speak.
The tender red mole at the end of the eye is dotted on the cold white skin.
Like a drop of red tear.
Lin Xingye was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Chi Fan to ask such an irrelevant question.
Looking at those eyes like deep pools, my heart trembled inexplicably, and suddenly I didn't dare to look him in the eye.
"Well...that's not important. What's important is that as long as we don't get engaged, you can get married!"
"Okay. Not important."
Chi Fan nodded faintly, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Engagement won't affect our relationship, you don't have to worry too much."
Because I don't have any feelings...
Even if I force myself to lean towards him, he won't want to...
"Even if you don't cancel the engagement, we can still get married, and we will definitely get married."
Lin Xingye: ...
Big brother...bigamy is illegal, right?
Besides, who the hell wants to be forced to be third?
"There's no you, there's only us."
Chi Fan added, then turned and walked towards the lonely sports car on the side of the road.
"It's time to go. The audience in the live broadcast room must be waiting anxiously."
Lin Xingye didn't understand what he meant.
You, our... confused him.
But it seems that the talks did not go through.
Lin Xingye stood there, staring blankly at the departing figure with his starry eyes.
The cold wind, wrapped in lingering mist, cast a veil over his eyes.
In a trance, the tall and straight figure before him seemed to be wearing a white Shu brocade robe, a jade crown on his head, and black hair hanging down to his waist. The white hairband was chased by the wind, swaying.
He is so eloquent, like a banished immortal.
In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared, and the person in front of him was still Chi Fan.
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The live broadcast started a long time ago, and other guests have been active for some time.
There was only their live broadcast room, no one was there and no movement.
It's like - it's stuck.
There was some noise a few minutes ago, which seemed to be the staff testing the microphone, but now there is completely silence.
The wide-angle lens shows the Ferrari's luxurious interior, and the logo on the red leather seat is too eye-catching. But I can't bear to keep looking at it, because I can't afford it even if I see it.
The audience in the live broadcast room were jumping up and down anxiously, and the program crew’s phone was almost blown up.
The staff adjusted the equipment several times before confirming that it was not an equipment problem, but that there was really no one there.
There was no choice but to notify Assistant Director Zhou Mo.
Why?
Because Wen Yiqing is not here.
Maybe he went to take the train just for fun.
No one knows why, except Chi Fan’s paparazzi.
I knew it but didn't dare to say it. I felt uncomfortable holding it in, so I ran to the smoking area and smoked several cigarettes in a row.
Zhou Mo was just about to call Chi Fan when a scene suddenly appeared in the camera.
Chi Fan opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat very consciously, and apologized to the audience who couldn't see him with a smile.
"Sorry to have kept you all waiting."
The voice was as clear and pleasant as usual, and there was an unclear emotion between his brows, but he didn't look happy at all.
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