My Groom Ran Away

On Saturday, Ruan Zhiyin and Cheng Yuelin went to the studio to take wedding photos.

The photographer Gu Linlang recommended to her is You Xin, who is the queen photographer for several fashion magazines.

You Xin's skills are exquisite enough, and his popularity in the entertainment industry is also wide. It is easy not to take this kind of private filming. This time, it still depends on Gu Linlang's face.

As for the wedding dresses and gowns during the shooting, Cheng Yuelin prepared them in advance.

The style fits well, which surprised Ruan Zhiyin a bit.

"How do you know my size?"

Ruan Zhiyin asked the man next to him in a low voice when he was close to the filming gap.

When Cheng Yuelin heard the words, he glanced at her up and down, then chuckled: "I have already hugged so many times, is it hard to grasp?"

Ruan Zhiyin choked slightly, his face felt a little hot.

In fact, the hug that Cheng Yuelin said was not a hug. He appeared in front of outsiders several times, and he would lie around her, and the posture did not burden her.

Only in those times, would he secretly think about this kind of thing?

In a daze, the photographer You Xin who adjusted the equipment over there suddenly looked at them and said with a smile: "The next picture is that the bride and groom get closer. The groom holds the bride's face against the forehead, which is more natural."

Ruan Zhiyin glanced at Cheng Yuelin subconsciously, he was still calm and indifferent, and didn't say anything.

However, in the next second, the other party followed the photographer's explanation, slowly leaning over, gently holding her jaw.

There was plenty of air-conditioning in the room, and when the man's stiff forehead and the tip of Junxiu's nose pressed against her, there was still a hint of cold and numb temperature, which instantly spread to the limbs.

Looking at each other, those deep black eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, and when they stared at each other, they couldn't find the bottom.

With his thumb on his cheek, Ruan Zhiyin felt a faint itch from the thin callus on his fingertips, and his body trembled slightly.

After the photographer gave a reminder, he reluctantly relaxed.

The flashes of a few shots passed.

After the photo was taken, Cheng Yuelin looked up slightly, but did not let go. Ruan Zhiyin eased from the initial embarrassment, did not move, and continued to look at his handsome silhouette.

"Why, I'm good-looking?" The man curled his lips, squeezing her face with his charming peach eyes soaking in a diffuse smile.

Ruan Zhiyin nodded: "Well, it looks good."

He looked very seriously.

On the contrary, her attitude made Cheng Yuelin unnatural for a moment. The man let go of her, coughing lightly and said: "Ruan Ting, at this time, won't you be shy?"

"But... it's pretty."

The tone is justified.

Cheng Yuelin raised his eyebrows lightly, then averted his gaze, and said casually: "Well, that counts you as insightful."

Seeing his faint red ears, Ruan Zhiyin frowned lightly. I thought, is he... shy?

Before thinking deeply, You Xin's voice sounded again—

"The bride sits on the sofa, facing the light of the lamp, the groom embraces the bride's waist and kisses the bride."

Ruan Zhiyin looked in the direction of the opponent's finger, the light was bright at the lamp, and next to it was the single low-foot sofa.

Thinking of the photographer's shooting request, she guilty of not looking at the man next to her.

After all, no matter what he thinks, he feels as if he is taking advantage of him.

Sitting on the sofa, the photography assistant came to help Ruan Zhiyin tidy up the skirt of the wedding dress, and instructed Cheng Yuelin a few words about the main points of this posture.

He responded softly, unable to see his emotions.

The man's generous body covered most of his sight. Looking at the approaching face, Ruan Zhiyin gently closed his eyes, and couldn't help but clenched his hands hanging on his back.

In the darkness, there was a coolness from the lips.

The tip of his nose is the pleasant, clear breath on the man's body. The lips touch, and the breath seems to blend together.

Accompanied by the hot and humid breath, the rest of the senses were infinitely magnified, and the palms around the waist became more and more scorching.

I don't know how long it took, Ruan Zhiyin finally heard the photographer's voice, calmed his mind, and opened his eyes again.

What caught your eye was the deep eyes of a man like a lake. The two looked at each other briefly, seemingly embarrassed, and he quickly stood up again.

"Cheng Yuelin."

"Um?"

"The filming is finished."

Meeting his re-turned gaze, Ruan Zhiyin pursed her lower lip, pointed to his hand that was still holding her tightly, and said softly: "You first... let go of me, I'm going to say hello to the photographer, and then put the clothes on. Change it back."

The man lowered his eyes, then let go of his hand. On the palm with distinct joints, the wedding ring on the ring finger was shining silver.

Ruan Zhiyin couldn't help but smile.

It seems that his heart is not so peaceful.

She stood up and walked to You Xin, who was still staring at the computer on the other side, "Trouble, Teacher You."

You Xin looked up and said with a smile: "Ms. Ruan is polite. If you need to make additional locations later, you can contact me again."

Before, You Xin asked the two if they needed to make up a few more location photos, and also suggested going abroad for shooting. It's just that the two of them couldn't make time recently, so they put it aside.

Hearing You Xin's words, Ruan Zhiyin nodded and responded: "Okay, then contact me again."

At this time, You Xin said again: "The single book of this set of pictures and the three framed photos will be released in about a week. I will ask the assistant to send them to you when that time comes?"

Ruan Zhiyin thought for a while, then smiled back: "If you're not busy, I'll come and get it."

You Xin nodded: "That's fine too."

—

After taking the wedding photos, I put on the wedding ring tacitly.

Before they knew it, the two seemed to have more of a couple's appearance.

It's just that the atmosphere in the villa has become a bit more subtle from the habitual nature before.

Fortunately, there is also the awkwardness of working to ease adjustment.

In the next few days, Ruan Zhiyin was still running between the construction site and the company in Beicheng.

On Thursday, Ruan Zhiyin went to Beicheng with Kang Yu as usual to see the progress of the construction. After walking around, Kang Yu still needs to stay on site to communicate details with the contractor. Ruan Zhiyin remembered that she had an appointment with Ji Yijun to discuss matters, and first left alone.

Returning to the company in the contractor’s car, Ruan Zhiyin stood in front of the elevator, staring at the downward numbers.

Unexpectedly, when the elevator door opened, Qin Ju, who hadn't seen him for a long time, appeared among the silhouettes inside.

Although Lin Cheng is still detained, the previous medical cooperation case has not been concluded because the contract has been signed.

It's just that in the latter process, Ji Yijun has always been docking with Qin Ju. Ruan Zhiyin was busy with the Beicheng project, and he didn't have much time in the company, and he didn't meet Qin Jue.

"Zhiyin."

Seeing the slim figure suddenly appearing at the elevator door, Qin Ju's eyes lit up and she quickly walked up.

Ruan Zhiyin always dresses comfortably and smartly at work. Today, she is wearing a bright-colored drape shirt and casual and neat wide-leg trousers, which is as capable and elegant as ever.

It was the appearance he was most familiar with in the past.

Qin Ju often came to Ruan by cooperation during this period, but only saw Ji Yijun. He even began to miss the days when he was abroad, seeing her every day at work.

There was not only Qin Ju in the elevator, but also Yu Hong and others from the Qin clan. Qin Ju's identity is Ruan's partner.

So Ruan Zhiyin simply nodded without speaking.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yue calmed down and said in a voice that only two of them could hear: "I want to talk to you, but there are some things that you don't want to talk about in the company."

Ruan Zhiyin frowned, paused for a few seconds, and then returned: "There is a cafe downstairs. Please come and wait for me for a while."

After Lin Jingfei sold the shares, she did have something to resolve with Qin Ju, but she never made time.

Qin Yue smiled relieved when he heard the words, then nodded lightly, and left with the Qin family.

Ruan Zhiyin returned to the office alone, took out the long-prepared document from the drawer, thought about it for a while, and then went to the cafe downstairs.

Qin Ju was sitting inside by the window, Ruan Zhiyin sat down opposite him, and without a word, he passed the document directly to him.

"A share transfer agreement?"

Qin Yue frowned and looked up at her.

Ruan Zhiyin nodded expressionlessly: "I know that you forced him to give up the shares that Lin Cheng held on his behalf."

She gave Lin Jingfei a sum of money and acquired all the shares of the other party, and also avoided Lin Jingfei from using the shares to do anything unfavorable to the company in the future.

However, Lin Jingfei was willing to sell shares because of Qin Ju's contribution.

T&D’s shares were the last thing she and Qin Ju had involved. Although Ruan Zhiyin’s price was slightly lower, it was already a huge return compared to the investment that year.

No matter what purpose Qin Yue helped her for, she had completely paid off his favor by doing so, and cut off the final involvement between the two.

The original expectations fell through, and Qin Ju's jaw tightened, pushing the agreement to her: "You deserve it."

Ruan Zhiyin's indifferent attitude made him feel that only he still missed the days of fighting together.

Ruan Zhiyin raised his eyes lightly, his voice calm: "If you don't want it, there should be many people who want to take over."

The implication was that he really didn't need to force her to sell these shares to others.

Staring at her stubborn expression, Qin Yue was silent for a while, her throat moved slightly, and sighed: "Well, if this makes you more comfortable, I accept it."

Ruan Zhiyin nodded, then stood up.

Seeing this, Qin Yue condensed his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to leave now?"

Seeing her looking back, he squeezed a fist and said bitterly: "Zhiyin, you also promised to give me a chance to try to redeem."

Try to save the opportunity?

Ruan Zhiyin showed doubts and pondered for a few seconds before remembering that Qin Ju had come over and said a few words to her at grandpa's funeral last time.

It's just that at that moment, because of Cheng Yuelin's implicit warning sight, she didn't pay attention to what the other party said.

"Sorry, I think you misunderstood." Ruan Zhiyin's voice was calm, "You helped me in the past, and I also paid back this help. We are even tied."

"Is it even?" Qin Yue gritted her teeth and looked straight at her, "Zhiyin, I am so unforgivable? Need you to weigh everything in the past like this?"

Ruan Zhiyin breathed a sigh of relief, still planning to speak clearly with Qin Jue.

"Qin Yue, I don't think I am sorry for you. It's not that you apologize, if you save it, I must start again with you, I have my own life."

And he has no right to interfere.

Seeing her rebuilding the barrier, Qin Ju couldn't help but feel annoyed by what she had just said, and got up and walked in front of her.

"Well, I won't stop you from starting a new life, but even if it's just business dealings, you don't need to avoid me deliberately, do you?"

Ruan Zhiyin frowned and met his gaze.

—

Lin Heng Building, President's Office.

Qian Fan took a ten-day vacation, but he was reluctant to use up all of his vacation and returned to the company in advance.

In order to show his care for his brothers, after finishing the work at hand, he took the elevator to the top floor and gave Cheng Yuelin the gifts he bought during his vacation.

But what Qian Fan didn't expect was that he kindly came up to give gifts, and the man didn't show him any charity.

Instead, he took a square soft cloth and carefully wiped the dazzling wedding ring on his ring finger.

"Okay, don't wipe it! The polish on the ring is almost wiped away by you."

After all, Qian Fan couldn't stand Cheng Yuelin's virtues, and he made a mockery.

"Have you seen whose wedding ring still needs to shine?" Cheng Yuelin glanced at him, his voice dragging his accent, "Do you understand the truth that has lasted forever?"

Qian Fan curled his lips: "Since it's such a baby, why didn't you wear it before."

After all, according to Cheng Yuelin's dog temper, if he had a wedding ring, he would have worn it to show off.

Cheng Yuelin paused slightly without answering, but instead pressed the inside line of the landline on the desk.

Two minutes later, Bai Bo opened the door and walked in.

"Boss, you call me?"

"Well, take down that painting, and when there is a charity party next time, remember to send it off and photograph it."

Cheng Yuelin pointed to the painting behind him.

He took it from an auction last year, and he still liked it, and it has been hanging in the most conspicuous position of the office.

Qian Fan knew that this painting was very valuable, so he couldn't help asking: "Why do you take the painting well?"

Bai Bo heard that when he took the painting, he smiled and explained his confusion: "Mr. Qian, the boss took a wedding photo with his wife before."

As a special helper, Bai Bo is also considered half a roundworm in the boss’s stomach, of course he understands what the boss means—

With the wedding photos, what is the use of this painting?

"Could it be that you want to hang a wedding photo in the office?"

Qian Fan glanced at the opposite man in disgust.

Cheng Yuelin opened the document Baibo brought in, looked at the signature, and said lightly: "No?"

Qian Fan: "..."

OK! Of course! Who has your cow!

Because the meetings are all downstairs, almost no one will come up except him and Bai Bo, otherwise everyone will be blinded by your wedding photos.

Xu is already accustomed to the virtues of men, Qian Fan is not surprised, and changed the subject: "By the way, everyone said that they will have a dinner on the weekend. I think it's better to go to your house?"

"Inappropriate."

"What's wrong with this? You don't need to bring your sister-in-law here, so let us pass? Your villa has been aired for more than a year and has been unoccupied, so we just gave you a warm house. Don't worry, the gifts are ready. "

Cheng Yuelin frowned extremely lightly, and returned lightly: "It's not a question of gifts."

"What's the problem?"

"Do you care, do I need to tell you?"

After signing the last document, the man closed the folder and slowly got up, and slowly took the phone from the side, as if he was about to leave.

"Why are you going!"

The man sighed slightly, tapped the watch on his lower wrist, raised his eyebrows loosely: "It's time, pick someone up and get off work."

After speaking, he headed towards the door.

But after not taking a few steps, he turned around again.

Qian Fan thought that this was a conscience discovery, and asked with a smile: "Why, suddenly agreed to go to your house again?"

Cheng Yuelin glanced at him lightly, then patted Qian Fan on the shoulder: "During this period, Zhong Yi still has a lot of work to do for you."

Qian Fan: "So?"

The man raised his eyebrows: "Since the holidays are endless, you may have to pay him for the overtime."

Qian Fan: "..."

—

At the end of get off work hours, Ruan Zhiyin did not receive the WeChat message sent by Cheng Yuelin on time recently.

She was a little surprised, but thinking that the man should be there, she finished her work, turned off the computer, gathered up the papers, and took the elevator to the parking lot on the ground floor.

Sure enough, Bentley stopped in a familiar position.

After opening the door to the car and putting down the bag, Ruan Zhiyin habitually looked at the man beside him: "There is still some beef in the refrigerator. Let's stew tomatoes together at night?"

"Yeah." The man just responded indifferently.

Ruan Zhiyin looked at him sideways, keenly aware that Cheng Yuelin's attitude was a bit strange today.

I didn't send her a WeChat account when I was off work, and her current attitude seemed... weirdly indifferent.

Doubtful, she looked back and asked: "You don't like tomato stewed beef brisket?"

But even if he has a preference for food, he has never been picky about the taste, and he doesn't seem to be picky about food.

The man looked back lightly: "No."

Then he closed his gaze with a somewhat complicated look, adjusted his seat, and said no more.

The driver was still sitting in front, Ruan Zhiyin paused, and decided to wait until he got home to ask again.

The silent atmosphere continued all the way.

Back to the villa, Cheng Yuelin still silently opened the door to change shoes.

Ruan Zhiyin followed him into the living room, looked at the other person’s expression, and finally couldn’t help but say: "What's the matter with you?"

"What do you mean?" Cheng Yuelin put down the half-tied tie, his shirt opened slightly, and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

Ruan Zhiyin tentatively asked, "Did you encounter something unhappy today?"

Cheng Yuelin thought of the scene he saw when passing by the cafe, and clenched his fist calmly.

Then he walked to the sofa and sat down and said blankly: "There are two cats next door, you know."

Cheng Yuelin was talking about two pet cats from the neighbor's house next door. Because the open-air balcony of the gym on the second floor is adjacent, two cats will jump here from time to time to bask in the sun.

Ruan Zhiyin nodded: "I know."

"The black cat has ignored the white recently."

The man's narration was flat.

Ruan Zhiyin pulled the corners of his mouth lightly: "Cheng Yuelin, people don't call them black cats and white cats, but coffee and milk."

After she finished speaking, she received the man's unsatisfactory gaze, sighed, and asked, "What do you want to express?"

"Its owner said that every time it feeds, the white cat eats the food in the bowl and looks at the black cat's bowl."

The man chuckled lightly, his tone was low, and he spoke pointedly, "This is called... half-hearted."

Ruan Zhiyin curled his eyebrows in doubt and nodded: "Milk is really not a good habit. I didn't expect coffee to be quite miserable."

"But why do you suddenly care about the cat next door?"

"Ruan Ting-chi, you said that if the white cat wants to reconcile with the black cat, do you have to—"

The man has a loose tone, hesitating to talk.

He looked at her again and raised his eyebrows, "Coax him?"

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