Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

To be honest, if he hadn't mentioned marriage, she would have forgotten that they had obtained the marriage certificate.

She had long ceased to be a person who had any vision of marriage.

It was also at this second that He Chuyin realized that she was actually quite forgetful.

Of course, it was all Lu Yanxiao's fault. He watched her grow up, and she also watched him grow up.

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." He doesn't often remember people and often forgets things, and she has changed unconsciously.

He Chuyin was cunning, but she managed to keep such a big thing as getting the marriage certificate a secret.

Lu Yanxiao lowered his eyes to look at the bright and lively face in his arms, stretched out his hand and gently pinched the soft flesh of her cheek, dissatisfiedly said: "Divorce? What divorce? Divorce, so that you can marry another man?"

"You're crazy!" He Chuyin slapped his hand away and tried to get up from his arms, but he held her even tighter.

"Let's not separate. Don't you want to get married? I'll get married with you." Lu Yanxiao said in a low voice, with a pleading tone in his voice.

I accompanied her to do various things when she was young, and I will accompany her to get married when she grows up.

If you don’t know, you might think he was her child-adopted husband.

"No one understands your habits better than me, and no one is more suitable for you than me." Lu Yanxiao said, "Whether it is a political marriage or choosing a marriage partner on your own, I am your best choice, right?"

He almost told her clearly: We are a perfect match!

In love, He Chuyin knows how to heal herself, is transparent, and never gives up. She almost never asks why, but only looks at what the other person needs and what she wants.

There is only one Lu Yanxiao in the world, that's right.

But, there is only one He Chuyin in the world.

I have a crush on you, but I can never give in to you.

He Chuyin thought for a while and nodded: "Political marriage sounds good."

Her sweet and crisp voice is as comfortable as her sweet appearance.

Lu Yanxiao's palm was embedded in her chin, and his index finger and thumb were tightened, making her lips pout slightly. He took the opportunity to lower his head and kiss her.

"Do you have a masochistic tendency?" He Chuyin looked at him and asked curiously. Force him, plot against him, threaten him... He didn't care and easily forgot about it.

"My precious young lady, could you please speak more nicely?" he said.

"No. We can't cancel a political marriage just because we want to. Have you really thought about it? If you regret it and want to marry a ballet swan in the future, it will not be up to you."

"Who said I like Ye Yishu?" Lu Yanxiao frowned.

"its me."

"..."

Lu Yanxiao really didn't expect that the person who spread the rumor was her.

Moreover, she had a beautiful face that was delicate and innocent, and she looked at him without blinking, without any guilt at all.

Lu Yanxiao spun his body and pressed He Chuyin into the quilt. He used his long fingers to lift the long hair around her neck, leaned closer, and bit her collarbone lightly. He Chuyin immediately groaned.

He looked up and saw her red lips slightly parted, so he kissed her again. He rubbed her lips for a moment, then slipped in to entwine and suck.

He originally wanted to treat her gently, but when he opened his eyes, he found that she was looking at him thoughtfully with her bright eyes.

Seeing her like this, Lu Yanxiao really loved and hated her. He deepened the kiss, stirring her mouth passionately and fiercely, forcing her to kiss him passionately.

"Wuwuwu..." Sobs escaped from He Chuyin's throat. The sound reached her ears, sounding particularly gentle and pitiful. Lu Yanxiao let go of her lips, observed her expression closely for a moment, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"He Chuyin." His voice was low, "Trust me again."

The skin on her neck was slightly damp.

Lu Yanxiao is a man of quick revenge and wild nature, but he has brought countless warm and beautiful moments to He Chuyin.

She is stubborn at heart, and so is he.

It is actually very simple for two stubborn people to reconcile, as long as one of them is willing to give in to the other.

Love is like two weights on a scale. Only when one side bows and the other side gives in at the right time can the relationship develop stably and long-term.

If only one side keeps giving in, the two are bound to separate.

Only by advancing and retreating together can two hearts grow closer and closer.

He Chuyin didn't consider other factors, she only asked herself one question: Does she still like him?

The bedroom was completely silent, and the breathing and heartbeats of the two could be faintly heard. After a moment of silence, He Chuyin raised her arms, and just when Lu Yanxiao thought she was going to push him away, she hugged him, her arms entwined around his shoulders.

"If you leave without saying anything again, I will never forgive you..."

Lu Yanxiao hugged her tightly.

don't go.

Reluctant.

Half an hour later, He Chuyin sat cross-legged on the bed, leaning on Lu Yanxiao's arms, and took apart the antiques he had bought for her over the past two years.

Lu Yanxiao lowered his eyes and watched her open a jewelry box made of gold thread with antique patterns, which contained an oval brooch from the Victorian era.

This was bought in an antique shop in Chinatown, New York, two years ago. He was originally accompanying a friend to look at antiques, but when he saw the brooch, he thought she would definitely like it, so he bought it. When he sees any good thing, he can't help but think of her. She is everywhere.

After buying it, I was going to ask someone to give it to her, but I found out that she had a boyfriend.

"When are you going to break up with your boyfriend?" Lu Yanxiao hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and asked in a deep voice.

"Some other day, some other day." He Chuyin said.

Seeing this perfunctory attitude, Lu Yanxiao pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth and tried to hold back his anger.

His calm temper was always easily broken by her, making him angry.

He Chuyin opened the gift wrapped in fine paper, and inside was a portrait of herself. She was wearing a reddish-brown plaid skirt, a ponytail, and looked full of energy.

"Is this also an antique?" she turned to ask him.

"No. It's one of your eighteenth-year-old presents."

"Then why didn't you send me off then?"

Lu Yanxiao snorted coldly: "Don't you even look at what you did at that time."

"I didn't do anything." He Chuyin looked innocent.

She resumed her harmless and obedient appearance, and Lu Yanxiao was so angry that he laughed: "You tied me to the bed, slept with me, and you plan to deny it?"

"I'm injured."

"Who's to blame?"

"It's your fault, you..." He Chuyin glanced down and said innocently, "The actor in the video is not as old as you."

Lu Yanxiao's ears were burning with anger at her words, but he couldn't let her notice. He tilted his head and kissed her neck from behind, and said in a low voice, "Compared to your boyfriends?"

He Chuyin said nothing.

He turned her face and asked fiercely, "Thinking about other men in my arms?"

"You are big, you are big...you are the biggest in the world, okay?" He Chuyin said immediately.

"Are you so perfunctory to other men?" Lu Yanxiao asked coldly.

"It's too perfunctory." He Chuyin said.

Lu Yanxiao was just about to carry her to the bed when his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Don't answer."

"No, this ringtone is an emergency call."

He Chuyin picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from Ling Wei Joice.

She put a finger on Lu Yanxiao's lips, signaling him not to speak.