contract marriage, marry one get one free

Chapter 429 I will not regret what I promised you

"I called Zhou Le, why didn't he always answer? He didn't reply to the message on MSN." Ye Hui sat in the cubicle, playing with a pen in his hand, "Le Yao, please pass the message to me and ask him to give me a message." Call back."

After being entrusted, Le Yao came to Zhou Le's office, "Ye Hui said that no one answered your phone."

"My phone is broken, so I have to fix it," Zhou Le's eyes flickered after hearing Ye Hui's name, "Is she looking for me?"

"She asked you to call her back." Le Yao said.

"Give me her number." Zhou Le said, his phone was broken, and all the information in the address book was gone.

Le Yao opened the phone's address book, and Zhou Le moved to her side, memorizing Ye Hui's phone number.

At this time, Feng Mei and her colleagues happened to pass by, and saw them leaning side by side, which seemed very close.Feng Mei snorted softly, and pouted at the colleague beside her.

After returning to the billing room, Feng Mei was depressed, but jealous and envious. Originally, she was just spreading rumors about Le Yao and Zhou Le's affair, but after seeing the scene just now, she thought they were really together. , I feel a little sour, thinking that I won't be able to be arrogant in front of her in the future, and I feel resentful in my heart.

At this moment, Le Yao came back, Feng Mei looked at her, snorted, her eyes were a little cold.She looks like this on weekdays, so Le Yao didn't care. She put the phone in the drawer and went to the tea room.

Seeing Le Yao leave, Feng Mei immediately took out Le Yao's cell phone from the drawer, she was a bit malicious, and wanted to find Le Yao and Zhou Le's ambiguous text messages, so as to satisfy her gossip mentality.

The result made her very disappointed, because there was nothing in Le Yao's text messages other than checking the phone bill and some spam text messages, and even Zhou Le's phone number was not in the call log.Feng Mei curled her lips, suddenly, Le Yao's cell phone rang, and a call came in.

As if guilty, she got nervous and dropped her cell phone on the ground. She was anxious and leaned over to pick it up. Le Yao just came back from the tea room. She blushed with embarrassment and said, "Le Yao, what's the matter with you?" , I didn’t know to pick up the phone when it fell on the ground, and I didn’t know if it was broken.”

Le Yao took the phone and found that the screen was black, so she pressed the power button, and soon the phone turned on again, "Fortunately, it can still be used. Sister Feng, thank you." She remembered that she put the phone away before going out. How could the one in the drawer fall to the floor?
*
Ye Hui invited Zhou Le and Le Yao to eat hot pot at home.

"Happy Christmas Eve!" Ye Hui filled everyone with a glass of wine.When the cups collided, the glass made a crisp sound, and the steam in the hot pot made the atmosphere very lively.Zhou Le looked at Ye Hui with a smile in his eyes.

And although Le Yao was also smiling, she felt a little lonely in her heart.Tonight is Christmas Eve, Wen Yunting should be spending time with Song Siyu, thinking of this, she felt shy.Her mobile phone was on her left, but it was so quiet that it didn't make any noise.

"Ye Hui, I've seen the magazines produced by your company. The layout you designed is really good." Zhou Le said.

Ye Hui was very happy, and smiled, "I designed it, of course it's not bad!"

"She has never had confidence in herself." Le Yao echoed.

"Those interview articles are well written. They are outstanding in the entire magazine." Zhou Le said again.

"Guess, who wrote that manuscript?" Ye Hui raised his eyebrows slightly.

"She." Zhou Le looked at Le Yao.

Le Yao smiled lightly and said, "How do you know?"

"It's signed." Zhou Le said.

Le Yao couldn't help but laugh.

Ye Hui was very happy, and kept adding food to Zhou Le, "Eat more."

Her enthusiasm put Zhou Le in a good mood, "Thank you."

"Why don't you bring your girlfriend over here." Ye Hui pointed at the table full of dishes: "There are so many dishes, just the three of us, how can we finish?"

"I don't have a girlfriend." Zhou Le looked at her.

Ye Hui has always been careless, and didn't care about the way Zhou Le looked at her. Instead, he put his hand on Le Yao's shoulder: "We, Le Yao, are also single. We are pretty, and our writing skills are good. It's quiet and comfortable..."

Her words choked Le Yao so much that she blushed and looked at her with a frown, "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Le raised his eyebrows lightly, his face was quite embarrassed.

"Just kidding, look at you." Ye Hui snorted disapprovingly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit cold, Ye Hui found another topic and said, "I have good news for you, my design has been adopted."

"What design?" Le Yao asked.

"Do you still remember Mr. Wen?" Ye Hui raised his eyebrows and asked.

Le Yao was startled slightly, and Ye Hui awakened the deep thoughts in her heart.

"It's the young vice president of Times Ginza, Wen Yunting. The coolest, handsomest and coldest diamond boss in our company." Ye Hui thought Le Yao didn't remember, and reminded: "When you first joined the marketing department, you didn't do it every day. Will you go to his office to explain the report? Why, it's only been a few days, and you forgot about him?"

Le Yao's heart beat a little anxiously, and she said guiltily, "It's him, what's wrong?"

"He is going to get married, and the date has been set," Ye Hui said with a hint of envy and uncontrollable joy: "The news of their marriage will be published in the newspaper tomorrow, and at that time, the LOGO of the marriage between Wen and Song that I designed It will also be published." A week ago, the planning department issued a call for the LOGO of Wen Song's marriage, Ye Hui also participated, she never expected that her design would be adopted.

Le Yao's mind went blank, her hands trembled, the chopsticks fell to the ground, she hurriedly bent over to pick them up, but accidentally knocked over the wine glass, she was in a hurry... Thinking that he was going to marry Song Siyu, her eyes were sore of.Fearing that they would notice her strangeness, Le Yao picked up the chopsticks and the wine glass, and hurriedly headed down to the kitchen.

Can't cry!Le Yao, you can't cry!

But as soon as she entered the kitchen, her tears flooded, and she couldn't finish it no matter what.

She leaned on the counter aggrieved, but her heart felt like someone had stabbed her hard, making it hard to breathe in pain.

Finally, they are actually getting married.

Heart, the pain spreads.

Seeing that Le Yao hadn't come out for a long time, Ye Hui followed, "Le Yao," she was surprised when she saw Le Yao's face bursting into tears, "What's wrong with you?"

"Something got into my eyes." Le Yao turned his head to prevent her from looking.Some things, some words, but no way to talk.

Ye Hui frowned, and looked at her with doubts, but thinking that Zhou Le was still in the dining room, she couldn't ask further: "Are...are you okay!"

"I am fine."

Later, Le Yao came out with red eyes, she didn't say a word, she didn't eat food, she just drank, one cup after another, trying to numb her nerves with alcohol, but she found that her heart was getting more and more painful.

Later, Zhou Le bid farewell to leave, Le Yao helped to clean up the dishes, no one else was around, Ye Hui asked unambiguously, "What happened to you just now?"

"It's nothing." Blindfolded, Le Yao walked into the kitchen carrying the dishes, and with a bang, the dishes fell into the sink. She turned on the faucet and began to rinse.

"This is cold water." Ye Hui whispered, and quickly turned the direction of the faucet, the water heater ignited with a beep, and soon, hot water came out.

Le Yao lowered his head to wash the dishes.

"You go to the living room to rest, and I'll do the washing." Seeing her drinking too much, with a drunken look but trying to wash the dishes, Ye Hui felt distressed, and pulled her away, pushing her down on the sofa inside.

After Ye Hui tidied up the kitchen, she found Le Yao lying on the sofa. She walked over and wanted to help her up, but she saw tears streaming down her face.

"Le Yao, what's wrong with you?"

But no matter how Ye Hui asked, Le Yao just cried and remained silent.

*
It's Christmas Day, which happens to be Saturday.

Le Yao didn't go home last night, she shared the bed with Ye Hui, when she woke up, it was almost noon.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and when she recalled last night, she realized that she was drunk and lost her composure.When she walked out of the room, she saw Ye Hui sitting in front of the computer. She asked, "Did you take your work home and do it on weekends?"

Ye Hui didn't look back, and said enthusiastically, "I'm designing the invitation for Mr. Wen's wedding banquet."

Le Yao was taken aback, her brows furrowed.

Didn't hear her voice, Ye Hui turned her head, saw Le Yao's appearance, she felt a little distressed, and joked, "Look at you, you have a sad face, your eyes are red and swollen, you go out like this, People who don’t know think you’ve been abandoned.”

Le Yao's heart tightened, feeling extremely bitter.The day of his marriage is the time when she will be separated from him forever.

"Come on, try applying ice to your eyes." Ye Hui took out ice from the refrigerator, "This will reduce the swelling."

The cold ice touched Le Yao's eyes, and she shivered.

"Tell me, it's fine, why are you crying?" Ye Hui was worried about Le Yao, but she was drunk last night, no matter how she asked, she just cried without saying anything.

Le Yao's voice was a little hoarse: "Drinking wine, thinking about some unhappy things in the past, I feel very uncomfortable." Wen Yunting is flooding all her thoughts at this moment... How will she tell Ye Hui that she has already fallen into someone else's trap? I can't extricate myself from love.

"Did you lie to me?" Ye Hui raised his eyebrows and asked.

"What did you lie to you for?" Le Yao said.

Ye Hui chuckled: "We are good friends, I understand you, otherwise, I would have thought that you were crying because you heard that Mr. Wen was going to get married."

Le Yao's heart trembled slightly, and suddenly tightened from the cold, her voice trembled, and she said duplicity: "You think too much."

"Hehe." Ye Hui joked again: "Actually, I should be the one who should cry," she said, "I'm the one who worships him, likes him, and admires him. If he gets married, just block it." gave up all my hopes," her hand, not afraid of the cold, continued to apply ice to Le Yao.

Le Yao was dejected and fell into silence again.

After applying it for a while, Ye Hui looked at her, "Although the eyes are still a little swollen, they are much better than before."

"Really?" Le Yao touched the eye sockets that were already numb from the cold, and his vision was also somewhat chaotic.

"I will never let you drink again." Ye Hui breathed a sigh of relief. Last night, Le Yao's tears really scared her.

"Sorry," Le Yao said, thinking about it now, she really lost her composure last night.

"As long as you're fine." Ye Hui said and handed her a glass of milk: "Come have a cup of hot milk to warm your stomach."

Le Yao saw the newspaper next to the computer desk, and the group photo of Wen Yunting and Song Siyu's close-fitting clothes suddenly appeared on it. The tense strings in her heart suddenly seemed to be cut by something, leaving a desolate place. Her eyes seemed to be pierced by something. It's the same, and the vision is getting more and more blurred.

"A man with a talent and a woman with a beautiful appearance, they are really a good match." Ye Hui said.

"When is the wedding date?" Le Yao's heart became colder and more painful, her tears had already been shed last night.

"April 23, there are still more than four months," Ye Hui looked up and thought, "In terms of preparation, the time should not be too rushed."

Le Yao was so distressed that it was hard to breathe, she and him had only been together for more than four months.

"Look, this is the LOGO I designed." Ye Hui excitedly pointed to the LOGO on the upper right of their group photo, and asked expectantly, "How is it?"

"Very good." Le Yao said.

"Le Yao, come and see the invitation I designed." Ye Hui looked forward to pulling Le Yao to look at the computer screen, "What do you think?"

"Very good." Le Yao was in a daze.

Ye Hui said full of expectation: "I really hope to be adopted by then." She hugged Le Yao: "Come on, Le Yao."

*
Wen Yunting stood in front of the window, the inside of the house was as warm as a spring day, but the outside was covered with snow.

Today is Christmas Eve, through the glass, Wen Yunting watched the servants busy making arrangements outside the window, and the festive atmosphere in Song's house was very strong.

He has called Le Yao many times in a row, but there is always a beeping voice, unable to get through.What's going on, why can't her cell phone get through?
In the afternoon, he once dialed her mobile phone, but the phone rang twice, but suddenly hung up.Is she unwilling to answer his call?Cut it off on purpose?
It has been half a month since he came to New York, except that day when he went to the ski resort with Song Siyu, he spent the rest of the time busy and anxious.This trip to New York was nothing more than a Hongmen banquet.

Wen Xiaocheng wanted to take a stake in a foreign-funded bank, and Song Siyu's father, Song Zhenghong, got in touch with him. Although the matter had some clues, it was not fully settled. Obviously, Song Zhenghong was trying to get him.Wen Yunting understood that this was Song Zhenghong using this matter as a bargaining chip, hoping that Wen Song would get married as soon as possible.

Wen Yunting was agitated, and dialed Le Yao's cell phone again, but the tone was still Mang.

"What makes our young master Wen frown?" Song Siyu was wearing a gray shirt and trousers, with a long bead chain hanging around her neck, and her short hair was tucked into her ears. She was tall and had an even more outstanding temperament. At the door of the room, she looked at him with a half-smile.

Wen Yunting looked at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and put the phone on the coffee table without any hassle.

Song Siyu walked over with a low smile, "Why, do you regret agreeing to the marriage?" Her gaze fell on him with a slight ambiguity, and she said half seriously and half jokingly: "If you want to regret it now, you can late."

"Who said I want to go back on my word?" Wen Yunting looked at her with a trace of calmness in his eyes: "However, don't forget what you promised me."

Song Siyu's hand fell on his shoulder, slightly raised his head to look at him, with a slight smile: "It turns out that I, the proud daughter of the Song Kingdom, are nothing more than this in your eyes..."

Wen Yunting pushed her away indifferently. Wherever he looked, there was a vast expanse of snow. He took out the cigarette case irritably, but immediately, Song Qingyu took it away.

"No smoking." She said domineeringly in a coquettish voice, "This place is all wooden buildings, and fireworks are strictly prohibited."

Wen Yunting looked at her indifferently, and gave her such a look.

"Hey, Wen Yunting, you have to figure it out, this is my property, one of my dowry, if it is destroyed, you will be the one who will suffer in the end." Song Siyu said with a half-smile.

"You still care about this house?"

Song Siyu smiled: "I care about everything that belongs to me." She looked at him, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Including you."

Wen Yunting said coldly, "I'm not yours." But in his heart, there was that stubborn little woman with beautiful almond eyes. What is she doing? Why can't I get through the phone?
"Yun Ting, what kind of attitude is this?" Si Yu yelled in displeasure, "Cooperate and satisfy my vanity? I am also your wife who is about to marry."

wife?This word is too unfamiliar to Wen Yunting.But he still thought of that demure little woman, he had been away from her for too long, and his thoughts were overflowing.

Siyu looked at him: "Don't forget, our wedding date will be officially announced tonight, and there will be many guests, so don't let me down." This Wen Yunting is good, but it's too cold up.Too cold to give anyone face.

"I have my own measure." Wen Yunting leaned against the window, but his expression was so indifferent that he didn't look like someone who was going to get married at all.The appearance of Le Yao came to his mind, and he was a little apprehensive. Now the news about his marriage has been sent back to Wen's, and it will be published in Z City's newspaper on Christmas Day.What will happen to that stubborn little woman when she sees it?Will you be sad?Thinking of this, his chest felt tight and uncomfortable.

Song Siyu instructed: "You have to remember, at the banquet at night, the elders don't say anything, you know?"

"I know." Wen Yunting had no expression on his face. That little woman must be unhappy... she should be angry... "Since I promised, I will cooperate in everything." But he was also angry with her, and it was half It's been a month, and she didn't take the initiative to call him.

Song Siyu was sitting on the sofa, looking at his mobile phone boredly, when she found out that he had called Le Yao many times, she was a little surprised and said: "Oh, I forgot about Yaoyao, by the way, Did you tell her we're getting married?"

Wen Yunting was slightly stunned, his face was cold, he... couldn't speak.

"I know you didn't say it." Song Siyu snorted, and then called Le Yao's cell phone, but there was a mang tone on the other end of the phone, "Why can't her cell phone get through?"

Wen Yunting frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"Let Yaoyao be my bridesmaid, okay?" Song Siyu said happily.

"Okay." Wen Yunting's eyebrows tightened even more.

"Best man," Song Siyu thought for a while, "Let Yaoyao's senior do it. They are a good match, hehe, when I go back after a while, I must find a way to match them."

"You don't need to worry about Yaoyao's affairs." Wen Yunting snorted displeasedly, he couldn't tolerate making Le Yao and other men together, even if it was just Song Siyu's casual talk.

"As a brother, you don't care about it?" Song Siyu accused: "Otherwise, Yaoyao will be brought here. If she comes, I will have company." She looked at Nuo Da's house : "I don't have to endure the round-robin bombardment of my parents every day." She asked, "Yun Ting, you won't blame me..."

"what?"

"Blame my dad for putting pressure on you with the foreign bank?" Song Siyu looked up at him, looking at his perfect but cold face.

"If it wasn't for the bank, I would have agreed to marry you." He said, but not in such a hurry, not in such a hurry.

"Thank you, Yunting." Song Siyu raised his head and smiled, stretched out his hand, and put his arms around his neck: "I knew it, you won't break your promise to me."

At this time, Song Zhenghong and Wen Xiaocheng happened to pass by the door, and seeing the young couple talking with their arms around each other, Father Song was very happy: "Let's go over there."

Because of agreeing to the marriage, Wen's investment in the foreign bank went smoothly, and Wen Xiaocheng's heart also fell to the ground.

In the corridor of the Song residence.

Song Zhenghong said: "It's time for me to retire too. After they get married for a year, I will transfer all the property to Siyu's name." He is nearly sixty, but he has only one daughter, Song Siyu, who has been doted on since childhood. It hurts, but the most troublesome thing is her marriage.He and Wen Xiaocheng knew each other in the early years, and Wen Yunting lived in the Song family all the time when he was studying abroad. Therefore, in the eyes of his parents, they became a couple, and he himself liked Yunting very much.

Wen Xiaocheng was very surprised by Song Zhenghong's decision, but think about it, this marriage, in fact, neither the Wen family nor Yun Ting will suffer. Firstly, the Song family can help Wen's expand business opportunities in other fields, and secondly, Siyu is the only daughter. The Song family is all hers, and he should be happy to see this kind of situation of gaining both money and man.

That night, at the Christmas Eve party held by Song Zhai, when Song Zhenghong announced the Wen-Song marriage and the wedding date, the audience erupted.

Wen Yunting and Song Siyu danced the first opening dance, and each other's tall figures and tacit dance steps were exchanged for bursts of warm cheers and applause.

This marriage is a strong alliance. From the outside, the man is talented and the woman is beautiful, and they are well-matched, and they are quite harmonious.Yu Nei said that with this marriage, the Wen family will use the Song family's relationship to successfully intervene in the financial world.

This marriage is a happy situation for all.

At the end of the first dance, Wen Yunting's hand circled around, and Song Siyu's body spun out in a parabolic arc. After she spun back again, she snuggled into Wen Yunting's arms, thus ending the song.

Then, the Christmas Eve party reached its climax, and the guests danced one after another. For a while, the dance floor was full of beautiful clothes and temples.

The two people who were originally the focal point avoided everyone's sight and came to the fully enclosed balcony. The outside of the glass was covered with snow, and the inside of the glass was as warm as spring.

Song Siyu leaned against the railing, took a sip of wine, on the balcony, it was slightly dark, she whispered, "What are you thinking, are you absent-minded?"

Holding the wine glass, Wen Yunting gracefully brought the glass to his lips, and said lightly: "It's nothing." Behind a thin curtain, there was a lively and noisy party, during which the clothes were fragrant, and the glasses were intertwined, handsome men and beautiful women were in the middle of the dance floor Hugging and dancing, music, making this winter night noisy.

"You have something on your mind." Song Siyu said firmly. Although he agreed to everything the elders said tonight, she could find that he was actually absent-minded.

"You ask too many questions." His tone was slightly cold.

"Who asked me to be your fiancée? I don't care who cares about your affairs?" Song Siyu was not happy because of the indifference in his words, but instead posted it: "Don't forget, we are a loving couple."

Under the dim light, Wen Yunting looked at her half-smile, and suddenly shook his head lightly: "This game is not fun at all."

"Do you regret it?" Song Siyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"A little bit." Wen Yunting drank all the wine in the glass, and the cold wine entered his throat, and he felt a burning sensation.

"No way!" She tugged on his arm in surprise, and pulled it resolutely: "Wen Yunting, you can't scare me."

Wen Yunting sneered: "Am I that kind of person?" The atmosphere tonight was very lively, and Song Siyu in front of him was very beautiful, but what he was thinking about in his mind was the little girl far away in Z City.

Song Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, "Yunting, I promise, I will treat you very well, so don't scare me like this in the future." She rested her head on his shoulder.

Wen Yunting had other distractions, thinking of Le Yao, that little woman with a sharp appearance but very quiet in his arms at night, she should know about his marriage, but he didn't want to let go of her hand at all.Miss her, her stubborn appearance, her soft body, and everything about her.He frowned, and dialed her cell phone again, but the result was still a blank tone.

"It's so late, who are you calling?" Song Siyu looked up from his shoulder, but unexpectedly, he just turned off the phone screen.

"I'm going back to my room." Wen Yunting pushed her away without showing a trace.

"The party is not over yet, how can you leave?" Song Siyu pulled him.

Wen Yunting raised his eyebrows slightly, pushed her away, and handed her the wine glass in his hand, then, in her eyes, walked along the direction of the balcony, avoiding the noisy crowd, and returned to the room where he temporarily lived in Song's house.

The sound insulation effect of Song's house is very good. In his room, the noise from the party can hardly be heard.

Everything is at peace.

Not being able to contact her and not knowing her attitude at this time made Wen Yunting slightly annoyed and a little annoyed.He was very worried about her, worried that she would know about his marriage, and even more worried that she would... be sad.

Will she be sad?
Wen Yunting was not sure.

But her phone still doesn't work.

Then he turned on the computer and logged into MSN with a glimmer of hope, but her profile picture was gray.

She is not online.

After a moment of hesitation, Wen Yunting double-clicked her profile picture, and a dialog box appeared. His fingers landed on the keyboard, but he never typed a word.

Because he didn't know what to say to her?
His heart was in a struggle.

After a long time, finally, he sent a few words "Merry Christmas".After hitting the enter key, his heart began to look forward to her response.

Suddenly, her profile picture started to flicker, Wen Yunting's heart was suddenly full of vitality, and she clicked on her profile picture.

(End of this chapter)