The beauty god is forced to love every day

After Yan Qing and Jin Zeyan’s official announcement, the two prepared to hold their previously put on hold wedding and take wedding photos.

The two of them tried on makeup and clothes together, and waited for June 18th to take wedding photos, because that day was the day they first met.

The Corolla flowers that Jin Zeyan planted last year have all grown flower buds and should bloom in a few days.

June 18th.

Yan Qing went out early in the morning because there was a cooperation in the company that required him to be present in person. The time they agreed on was one o'clock in the afternoon.

When Jin Zeyan went out, he called Yan Qing. The moment the call was connected, a magnetic and pleasant voice came from the receiver.

"Why do you miss me so early in the morning?"

"I just miss you. I'm going out now. When will you come?" Jin Zeyan opened the car door and got in.

Yan Qing on the other side saw the elevator arrive and walked out, "I'm out of the company now, it should take about ten minutes!"

"Okay, then we'll meet at the studio."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Qing got into the car with the customized watch in his hand. A Yan's previous watch was broken, so this time he customized a new pair.

Lin Chen's calm eyes flashed with a hint of panic. He handed the water over and tried to speak normally, "Boss, water."

Yan Qing took the water and took a sip, "Let's go! Let's go to the South City Photo Studio."

"Yes."

Lin Chen's hands were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel. He looked through the rearview mirror and saw that Yan Qing had closed her eyes.

He called out tentatively, "Boss?"

Seeing that no one responded, he drove the car back to Yan's house with peace of mind.

In fact, he didn't want to do this, but it was his wife who funded him and gave him superior resources, so that he was no longer the son of the murderer that everyone hated.

I can only apologize to my boss.

Photo studio.

After Jin Zeyan arrived, she started putting on makeup and waited for it to be completed. About half an hour had passed, but Yan Qing still hadn't come.

And there was no reply to the message, maybe there was a traffic jam on the road!

He waited for another hour, and then called Yan Qing worriedly. After the ringing lasted for a long time, the mechanical female voice came out.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Yan Qing didn't come until the photo studio closed in the evening, and he didn't know what kind of excuse he could give to Brother Qing.

Is he going to regret it?

Frightened by the thought that popped up in his mind, Jin Zeyan quickly shook his head, trying to get rid of the idea from his mind.

He returned home in disappointment. He called countless times but still no one answered. As soon as he heard that mechanical female voice,

It felt like my whole body was covered in frost, so cold that it made my heart palpitate and I felt uncomfortable.

He seemed to have stepped into a swamp with no place to land. He searched in it alone, but he could not find Yan Qing.

Can't find his god...

Yan family.

When Yan Qing woke up, he was tied to a bed, with restraints all over his body, and everything around him was white.

It's like being in a hospital.

He struggled hard but couldn't get free. At this moment, the door slowly opened and Yan Xiyue walked in.

Still so elegant and dignified.

"woke up."

Yan Qing looked at the person in front of him coldly, "What are you going to do?"

Yan Xiyue looked at her son seriously, with a hint of madness in her eyes, "The Yan family does not allow anything immoral to happen."

"You need to pass on your family line, so you are sick and need treatment. You can come out when you are cured."

Yan Qing was dismissive of this and sneered, "I'm not sick, I think you are the one who is terminally ill, and even if you bribe Lin Chen."

"How long can you keep me here? Sooner or later, someone will find me."

"No." Yan Xiyue picked up the tranquilizer beside her in a sickly manner, "No one can find you, because this is a detention center specially designed for you."

"Besides, I have found someone to temporarily replace you. That person will marry in your place and take over the family business. As for you."

"If you can be cured, I will let you out. If not, you will have to go to the father and keep the son."

Yan Qing was shocked by these words. Countless possibilities suddenly emerged in his mind, and he felt fear for the first time.

His pupils shrank suddenly, "You are crazy, you are absolutely crazy."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiyue burst into laughter and said, "I am crazy. Your father is leaving me for a man."

"Then I can only let him go first. I, Yan Xiyue, am only a widower, not divorced, and you are actually gay too."

"I'm really disappointed. I thought you were just playing around, but I didn't expect you to marry him and have a wedding."

"You guys drove me crazy, you guys......"

Yan Qing could already imagine Jin Zeyan's pain and sadness of not being able to see him, and how desperate he must have been when he learned the false news.

He simply didn't dare to think about it, and his heart ached when he thought about it.

But he still forced himself to calm down. The most urgent thing was to get out, otherwise everything would be over.

He took a few deep breaths and pretended to be nonchalant, "It was just for fun. How could I be that kind of person? I was just trying to make him happy."

"Mother, you only care about Yan Jueyu, so I wanted to piss you off. Now I understand, he is also my brother."

"Besides, my aunt lost her life for us. We all owe her, so we should let her go."

"I will definitely follow your arrangements. You can let me get married to that person, but don't lock me up. There are a lot of things to do in the company."

After saying this, his fingernails dug deeply into the palms of his hands. His insincere and hypocritical words were disgusting.

But he couldn't help it.

Yan Xiyue thought for a moment, put down the tranquilizer in her hand, and said with a relieved smile, "You are right to think so."

"In that case, you should break up with that little star first, then accept the marriage proposal, and I will let you out."

Yan Qing pursed her lips and agreed with a trembling voice. As long as she waited for him to get out, everything would be fine. She said this with difficulty.

"it is good."

Yan Xiyue took out Yan Qing's cell phone, dialed Jin Zeyan's number, then put it to Yan Qing's mouth and turned on the speaker.

A hoarse and anxious voice came from the phone, "Qingqing, are you okay? Did something happen to you?"

As soon as Yan Qing heard the voice, he knew it was Jin Zeyan at night. Under Yan Xiyue's gaze, he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Let's break up! I..." He bit his back teeth tightly to prevent the corners of his mouth from trembling.

He really couldn't say the following words. How could he not love Jin Zeyan?

There was a long silence on the phone before a question came out: "Why?"

When Yan Qing heard this broken voice, his heart also broke into pieces. Misty eyes rose unconsciously, filled with pity.

But if he didn't say it, they would never be able to be together in this life. If he said it, it would only be a temporary separation.

As long as he gets out, everything can start over again.

"No reason, I just don't want to think about it anymore."

There was silence on the phone. Just when he thought Jin Zeyan had hung up, a painful voice came from the phone again.

"Okay, I wish you happiness."

Then he really hung up.

Yan Qing's drooping eyelashes hid the tears in her eyes. She forced herself not to reveal her emotions and spoke as normally as possible.

"Is it ok now? Can I go out now?"

Yan Xiyue threw her phone out of the window and said, "Okay, but you have to wait a few days for the doctor to examine your condition."

Yan Qing realized that Yan Xiyue did not completely believe in him, and he was very angry in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"can."

He prayed silently in his heart, Jin Zeyan, you have to wait for me, just wait for a few days, and I will come out and explain it to you clearly.

With Yan Xiyue's departure, Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt uneasy.

the other side.

Jin Zeyan stood there in a daze, maintaining the same posture as when he answered the phone, from night to day and then back to night.

Yan Qing's words echoed in his mind again and again, like a sharp blade cutting his heart bit by bit. At that moment, the world was filled with darkness.

He got up in a daze, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality. He only knew that his god didn't want him anymore.

Don't want him anymore...

The last straw that broke the camel's back was the marriage between the Yan family and the Su family, and someone came to ask Jin Zeyan to go through the divorce procedures.

All these things became the sharpest sword, the weapon to kill Jin Zeyan.

He promised the Yan family that he would go through the divorce procedures in three days. He had not eaten or drunk for several days and was extremely weak.

Decadent, lifeless and dead.

He erased all traces of himself in the room, just as he had done when he arrived, except for the ring on his hand.

When he went out, the sun was shining brightly. A large patch of bright red roses in the yard formed a sharp contrast with him. He walked slowly towards the roses.

He went straight to the center. He and Yan Qing had agreed to hold their wedding today, but his Qingqing didn't want him anymore.

He lowered his head and kissed the ring on his ring finger, with a relieved smile on his lips, "There is only widowhood in his world, and he does not accept separation."

"So! Qingqing, I'll be waiting for you downstairs, remember to come find me early."

The knife crossed his neck, and he exerted force on his wrist, and bright red blood splattered onto the rose, redder than the delicate Corolla.

He looked up at the sky, then fell straight into the sea of red flowers, a sea of flowers that he had planted himself.

Gradually, he lost all vitality... and slowly closed his eyes.

.........

Yan Qing, who was given a sedative, opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, feeling inexplicably nervous.

After a while, my heart began to ache, as if it was dug out alive.

He covered his chest with his hands, his mouth turning pale due to the pain, his smooth forehead was covered with sweat, and the nurse who came in noticed something was wrong.

He immediately called a doctor and sent him to the emergency room.

Until I lost consciousness from the pain, I vaguely heard people talking about a famous star who committed suicide at home and died in a sea of flowers.

He woke up instantly, grabbed the nurse beside him, and said with a terribly cold look, "Who did you say died?"

The nurse was frightened by Yan Qing's expression. She handed the phone over in panic and quickly pressed the call button.

Yan Qing looked at the eye-catching headline on the phone and the mosaic photo, but he recognized it was Jin Zeyan at a glance.

Because of the blood-stained ring on the hand and the bright red Corolla.

"No...it's impossible, it's all fake..."

With the arrival of the doctor, he was once again given a sedative and the restraints were reinforced, locking him tightly to the bed.