"Didn't Julie come back yet, you can change it first." Wu Ruian sent the clothes inside.

Yan Yan pursed her lips hesitantly. In this case, she didn't want to accept Wu Rui'an's help.

Wu Ruian smiled bitterly: "Xiaoyan, do we... do we need to be so strange?"

Yan Yan was about to speak, and a deep angry voice suddenly sounded behind him, "She said, I don't want to!"

Immediately after grabbing Wu Ruian's shoulder with one hand, he pulled him back heavily, and Cheng Yiming appeared in front of her.

Wu Ruian was unprepared and almost fell.

"Hey..." Yan Yan instinctively wanted to step forward, but saw Cheng Yiming glared at her.

She has to figure it out, who is he staring at!

"Cheng Yiming, what do you mean?" She stood up straight and met his gaze without fear.

"You go in!" he shouted in a deep anger.

Wu Rui'an is still here, does she know how low her neckline is!

She refused to go in.

She didn't do anything extraordinary, and didn't even take a step at the door of the room. Why did she act as if she was caught by her boyfriend.

"I have something to tell Ryan." She retorted him, turning her eyes to Wu Rui'an, "Ryan, thank you for bringing me clothes. It's not very convenient for me now. I will invite you to dinner next time."

Her calm tone smoothed out the embarrassment a little bit.

Wu Ruian's eyes turned between her and Cheng Yiming, "Xiaoyan, when can I drink your wedding wine?"

Cheng Yiming pressed the corners of his lips and looked at Yan Yan.

Her attitude is very important at this moment.

Yan Yan smiled slightly, "I will definitely notify you when we have a wedding reception."

Something settled in Wu Ruian's eyes.

He also smiled: "Well, I'll bring my wife over when the time comes."

Hearing this, Yan Yan showed surprise in her eyes, "You are married!"

Then he said: "Why haven't I received any news?"

Wu Rui'an looked down: "In my hometown... getting married is a matter of two people, there is no need to fantasize."

Yan Yan nodded again and again: "Then you must bring her here next time..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Yiming had entered the room, taking Yan Yan in by the way, and slammed the door shut.

Wu Rui'an stared at the closed door for a while, thinking of her expression just now, was for him to be happy, happy, not the slightest loss...

Marriage is a decision made by Grandpa as a last resort, threatening not to take medicine.

When Grandpa gets better, he can dissolve the marriage at any time... But who cares about such a decision?

Yan Yan walked from the aisle to the living room, still a little bit unbelievable, "Wu Rui'an is already married..."

"It's not you that he is married to the bride, are you very disappointed?" Cheng Yiming hummed softly, jealousy to the sky.

Yan Yan glanced at him and said nothing.

Cheng Yiming came to her and lifted her pretty chin.

She turned her chin away, folded her arms, and sat firmly on the chair, "Cheng Yiming, do you suspect that there is something between me and Ryan?"

She was full of anger and stated clearly that if there was no such trust, the two would break off as soon as possible.

Cheng Yiming's annoyed expression didn't change, and he said: "I hate the way he looks at you the most. Are you what he can see? He doesn't constrain after he has a wife, and he is so scumbag that he is embarrassing a man!"

Yan Yan was slightly stunned and couldn't help turning her anger into a smile.

It turned out that he still knew the word "scumbag".

Has he studied whether he meets the standard?

"Said they are scumbags," she was really funny: "Don't you judge yourself against scumbags standards?"

When he came to her, his expression became very serious, "Yanyan, am I a scumbag in your heart?"

Yan Yan suppressed her expression, and she smiled embarrassedly when she saw his seriousness.

"I ask you," she also looked at him seriously, "do you remember those girlfriends you have been with?"

Cheng Yiming thought about it very seriously, "Remember."

"Then you are still quite silly, at least you won't call Xiaozhen to Xiaoli."

"There is no Xiaoli, and there is no Xiaozhen." He shook his head slightly.

Oh, no, Yan Yan couldn't bear it anymore, so she made an analogy, he took it seriously.

"I see," she smiled, "I was joking with you, how could I be with a scumbag."

He suddenly took her face and pulled her to his eyes, "Don't meet him again."

There was a hint of pleading in the tone of the command.

He has no confidence and is cautious, because he is afraid of losing.

Yan Yan's eyes turned lightly, "It may not be possible today. The entertainment on Mr. Lan hasn't finished yet."

"President Lan?" He frowned.

Yan Yan explained the particularity of Mr. Lan in the circle.

After speaking, she took his arm and said, "You come with me, okay?"

She didn't want President Lan to do boring things like matching.

Cheng Yiming lowered his head and said nothing.

"Why, don't you want it?" She pouted.

But he heard a grunt in his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" She leaned close to her ear.

"I also need a turtleneck sweater."

She heard it clearly, and following his gaze, her career line was clear...

"Cheng Yiming!"

Back in the box again, Yan Yan walked in with Cheng Yiming's arm.

President Lan's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared: "This familiar...isn't it the young master of the Cheng family?"

Yan Yan nodded with a smile: "President Lan, this is Cheng Yiming, my boyfriend."

Julie has made a space beside Yan Yan and let Cheng Yiming sit down next to Yan Yan.

In this way, on both sides of Yan Yan, one is Wu Rui'an and the other is Cheng Yiming.

But seeing Yan Yan is close to Cheng Yiming, the relationship between the two of them needless to say.

It's just that someone secretly squeezed Yan Yan's sweat, and Mr. Lan made it clear that she wanted to match her with Wu Rui'an. Since she was unwilling, she just had to perfuse her on the surface.

But bringing her boyfriend here, isn't this damaging Lan's face?

Lan always wants to put on her little shoes, a matter of minutes.

"It turns out that you two are a couple," Mr. Lan said with a smile: "I thought there was a play when I watched Miss Yan and the old brother Ryan face each other."

Cheng Yiming's eyes were cold and he had something to say, but Yan Yan held his hand secretly.

"President Lan is kind, and I understand it with my heart." Yan Yan smiled, "I blame my love for being too concealed, and few people know it."

How could Cheng Yiming bear it? Like a gourd in the water, he bounced up after being pressed down in a few seconds.

"Wu Rui'an, why don't you tell everyone that you are already married?" He asked with a smile.

When the sound fell, everyone present was startled, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

When Julie talked about this scene the next day, she couldn't help but shook her head, "Zong Lan's expression was like swallowing a fly alive."

Wu Rui'an's expression hasn't changed in any particular way, as he looked like he didn't care about it.

He smiled and said, "When we have a wedding banquet, I invite you all to have a drink."

On the way home, Yan Yan's face was not pretty.

She asked Cheng Yiming to go with him because she was trying to plug Lan Zong's mouth, not for him to slap others in the face.

"What good is it for you to offend Lan?" Yan Yan couldn't help but ask after getting off the car.

"He wants to protect the media, and he doesn't see who the target is." Cheng Yiming's eyes were full of anger.

Yan Yan was taken aback, choked by what he said.

"Make a scene every time, don't say Master Cheng doesn't understand!"

She was also angry and turned and walked into the courtyard gate.

She heard Cheng Yiming's footsteps follow up, strode into the courtyard, and blocked the courtyard door first.

"Master Cheng, thank you for sending me back, please go back." After speaking, she closed the courtyard door unceremoniously.

What kind of mediator pulls? She is so casual in his eyes!

She returned to the room angrily, only to see a figure crawling in from the window.

She was taken aback, but saw this figure jumping from the window sill and standing still, it was Cheng Yiming!

"Cheng Yiming!" She was really eye-opening, "You can still be a thief!"

He walked up to her calmly, "Yes, did I steal your heart?"

Yan Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him, wanted to go inside to change clothes, but was hugged by him.

"Blam me angry?" He pressed Jun's face over, "You still meet Wu Rui'an, I'm still angry."

"This is not my city A, can I let anyone come and not let anyone come?" She flushed with anger.

Besides, "What's wrong with meeting? In your eyes, I am a woman who makes mistakes when meeting a man?"

Cheng Yiming was slightly startled, she didn't say, he couldn't think of this meaning.

"I..." He hugged her tightly into his arms, "You are so eye-catching, I don't know who is better than me, take you away..."

He had had enough without her and didn't want to do it again.

Yan Yan couldn't help biting her lip, and felt his cautiousness more than once. He was really afraid of losing her.

Maybe, she should give him a little more sense of security.

"Cheng Yiming, what are you..." Suddenly she felt something in his clothes.

Only then did Cheng Yiming remember, and took out a paper bag from the inner pocket of his clothes, which contained a roasted sweet potato.

She wants grilled sweet potatoes with net red cheese.

She went out after he bought it, and he rushed to the hotel to look for her, until now he had the opportunity to take it out.

Yan Yan held the sweet potato in her hand, the sweet potato was still warm...a drop of tears fell on her hand.

"Why are you crying?" Cheng Yiming stretched out her hand to wipe her tears. "The sweet potato is not tasty when it's cold. I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Yan Yan shook her head and pressed herself into his arms.

"Cheng Yiming, don't you always think that I will be snatched away," she sniffed and said, "I won't go anywhere."

Until now, the only man she wanted to think about was him.

Cheng Yiming embraced her, smelled her sweet fragrance, filled with happiness.

Even now, she can still hear her so firm confession that he feels that he is the happiest man in the world.

"Cheng Yiming, how did you come up with the word'Xinyan'?"

After washing, the two huddled in a single sofa to chat.

The sweet potato is overheated, the cheese is mixed with the sweetness of the sweet potato itself, and the aroma is overflowing.

Yan Yan dug a large spoon with a spoon, and swallowed with satisfaction.

"It's eleven o'clock," Cheng Yiming glanced at the time, "have you given up body management?"

She is a jealous person who eats salads.

Yan Yan glanced at him, not wanting to tell him that she was eating full of happiness.

"Don't change the subject, answer my question." She could see that he was running away.

Cheng Yiming shrugged, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, "Just...think of it casually."