After marrying into a wealthy family, I became popular

Wei Wen ate the breakfast prepared by President Qi himself very solemnly and seriously.

During the eating process, he did not hesitate to praise frequently:

"The fried eggs are so good, they melt in your mouth, and it's a blissful feeling to eat."

"Wow, does toast really exist? How can it have such a beautiful color?"

"Even the milk exudes the aroma of green prairie, natural milk."

With a sincere attitude, even the big clear eyes were shining, as if he had been holding back in the hungry ghost realm for three lifetimes and finally waited for this meal.

His white and slender fingers held the fork, and the frequency of movements was very slow. Every bite was chewed slowly, elegantly and delicately.He held the cup in his palm very cherishedly, and finished the milk in small sips.

Like a plucked kitten, it is obedient and soft, with a thin circle of milk stains around its mouth.

Seeing Qi Xiaohe couldn't help being distracted.

After eating, the servants outside the door immediately came in to clean up the tableware. Wei Wen rubbed his hands for a long time, unable to find a chance to show off.

There was still a while before the agreed time to go out, Qi Xiaohe sat by the window and opened the work briefing of Ling Xiao Media that had just been sent.Wei Wen went for a stroll around Wei Wei Wei's room, the child was indeed sleeping soundly.

The little star had nothing to do, and suddenly he planned to put on makeup on a whim. After all, today is a very important day for him.

In fact, Wei Wen, like all male compatriots in the world, really has no talent for makeup.

However, as an idol star who debuted as an idol, Comrade Wei Wen is very precise about his positioning in the entertainment circle - relying on and only relying on his face for food, so he had to learn a little about basic foundation and concealer.

Mr. Qi Xiaohe is a man who has been straight for more than 30 years. It is absolutely impossible to have such a configuration as a dressing room in the bedroom of his villa, and there is not even a dressing table.

Fortunately, the washroom is spacious, bright and comfortable enough. Wei Wen looked around and felt that only the glass mirror and built-in light source next to the washbasin were barely usable, so he simply moved a chair, sat next to the washbasin and prepared to clean himself up.

How did Qi Xiao start to frown when Wei Wen bent over and lifted up the chair with his slender arms, and then stared intently at him as he moved towards the bathroom wheezing, finally couldn't help standing up, and followed him in .

Qi Xiaohe stood behind Wei Wen, looking at the kid in the mirror who was smearing his face with a brush, his expression seemed to be looking at an alien creature:

"What are you doing?"

"Makeup?" Wei Wen answered smoothly and calmly, without even shaking his hands covered in concealer.

Qi Xiaohe frowned suspiciously: "Why do you need makeup?"

"Haven't you ever put on makeup?", this time it was finally Wei Wen who was puzzled: "Actors ten years ago all left the country without makeup?"

After all, the president of Ling Xiao Media, who is now aloof, was once an actor.

"Hmm..." Qi Xiaohe put his fingers on his lips, and thought about it seriously:

"At that time, there will indeed be someone to help clean up. But it's all to get closer to the character, such as putting some black lime on the face to play a beggar, or syrup made into blood bags to play the wounded or something. You are very good. Acting, what to do with makeup"

It's rare for the CEO to say so many things in one breath...

However, in his heart, does the profession of makeup artist exist to make people ugly instead of more beautiful?

The brain waves didn't match, and his thoughts were not on the same channel at all, so Wei Wen chose to shut up.

Silently took out the phone, found a beauty blogger's video about daily makeup and social etiquette, stuffed it into Qi Xiaohe's hand, turned his head and continued to communicate intimately with his dear liquid foundation.

Qi Xiaohe was very open-minded and eager to learn, so he stood in the bathroom and watched the whole video seriously, and when he looked at Wei Wen again, he really showed an expression of sudden understanding.

The little star took back the phone in relief, thinking that Mr. Qi could finally turn around and go out. After all, the video clearly mentioned that "most people's faces will look hideous when they put on makeup, and they don't like to be watched."

Unexpectedly, Qi Xiao, who was always considerate in front of Wei Wen, was still stuck in place at this moment, with his slender body leaning against the door frame, motionless like a standing pine.Moreover, in the pupils covered by thick eyelashes, there seemed to be faintly beating doubts that could not be resolved:

"So you usually wear makeup?"

Wei Wen lowered his eyes and curled his lips.

"Tsk... You, a man, actually know how to put on makeup?"

Wei Wen let out a cold snort, the corners of his mouth were obviously bent downward.

"But obviously you can't see it? You look no different from when you just woke up in the morning?"

Wei Wen held the eyebrow brush and placed it heavily on the marble countertop.

"Actually, after washing your face, it looks good when it's clean. Why bother?"

Wei Wen gritted his back molars and paused every word: "Mr. Qi, can I ask you to go out and wait for a while?"

Although the words and sentences are still in a respectful sentence pattern, the word "go out" is bitten very hard, almost forming a plosive sound.

Only then did Qi Xiaohe realize the last sentence and reacted, and his straight man's speech seemed to piss off the kid in front of him.I had no choice but to retreat out of the door in embarrassment, whispering cautiously while retreating:

"Actually, you have always been very good-looking in my heart."

"...It has nothing to do with appearance, it's just a very comfortable feeling that makes people want to get close."

"...I like whether you wear makeup or not."

In the end, he was quite aggrieved and said: "Forget it, you don't want to listen to me anyway."

With his back to the door, Wei Wen couldn't see Qi Xiaohe's appearance, but his ears were erected higher than a little wolf dog. He tried hard to hear every word that was not clear, and secretly gritted his teeth:

"You can say anything like this, I want to hear it!"

But what did you just say?Completed the soul exchange between the straight man of steel and the spoiled one in one second?

The small episode did not affect the bright mood of the two of them today.

When Wei Wen, who was tidied up, came out of the bathroom, the butler had already politely knocked on the door to remind him that it was almost time.

Qi Xiaohe smiled and beckoned Wei Wen to his side, rubbed the back of his neck habitually, then raised his hand to help him straighten his collar with ease, and then stretched out his hand to open the door of the master bedroom.

The two walked down the spiral staircase, and approached the garage hand in hand under the eyes of all the cooks, servants and little Filipino maids in the whole villa.

At a glance, I saw Song Mao waiting next to the limited-edition stretched Lincoln car. The assistant was obviously specially dressed up and dressed like a wedding master of ceremonies.

In contrast, the elderly butlers who have received high-end housekeeping training in the British royal training institution are obviously much more satisfactory.Snow-white shirt, gray vest, black silk bow tie and neatly ironed black half-length tuxedo, matched with his unruly hair combed back and his always upright figure.

The old man greeted Wei Wen with a smile, bowed slightly, put his white gloves on the handle and bent down to open the car door for them.

It gave Wei Wen the illusion that ordinary people had strayed into the filming scene of the palace aristocrat's dubbed film.

Nervous, uncomfortable, out of place, and a bit of an inexplicable sense of inferiority.

Qi Xiaohe shook his hand a little bit calmly, lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Don't doubt yourself, you deserve the best."

This statement is somewhat ambiguous.

Before Wei Wen could respond, Song Mao had already opened the door and got into the co-pilot, so the little star had no choice but to swallow the next words.

The car was speeding on the road around the city, Song Mao was holding a notebook and reading, carefully reporting today's arrangements, but Qi Xiaohe's eyes kept resting on Wei Wen, and he comforted him softly from time to time, not giving himself any love, dedication, and diligence. Diligent assistant.

A long time ago, Ling Xiao Media had already issued a notice that it would not hide the progress of the relationship between the two.Later on the day of receiving the certificate, a brief briefing will be held to formally announce the president's marriage.

However, how can the media reporters be willing to wait until then?

One night in advance, he had already squatted outside the villa, and started to follow Qi Xiaohe's car when he drove out of the gate. He drove a telephoto lens tens of centimeters out of the car window, and followed him from outside the Fifth Ring Road to the Civil Affairs Bureau. .

Fortunately, the two cooks did not disappoint the media comrades, and they played their lives like they didn’t want money all the way:

As soon as it appeared, it was a high-end custom-made suit from the same designer. The color and neckline design showed subtle similarities; Platinum Matchmaking shines brightly.

I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or just a coincidence, the ring road that is usually blocked by a parking lot turned out to be green all the way today, and we arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau a full 10 minutes earlier.

It's a pity that Wei Wen was caught off guard and startled by the battle before him before he had time to feel happy about the smooth journey:

The newcomers squatting at the Civil Affairs Bureau waiting to receive their certificates lined up three or four times inside and out, which is comparable to the waiting hall of a train station during the Spring Festival travel period.

Facing Qi Xiaohe's questioning gaze, Song Mao quickly turned on his work computer.After searching for a long time in Weibo, email, enterprise instant messaging, and WeChat office group, nothing abnormal was found.As a last resort, I clicked on Baidu search, entered metaphysics keywords, and only browsed to the first page, patting my forehead like a treasure and reporting:

"It seems that it is because it is written in the almanac that today is 'appropriate to marry'."

In fact, it is not only suitable for marriage, but according to the Xuanxue official account: N month 202th in 6N is an auspicious day for the zodiac, which is almost once in a century.

Qi Xiaohe really didn't deliberately choose.

It's just that on the set that day, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had to support his own children, so he blurted out Wei Wen's birthday.

I didn't expect it to be so suitable. On the contrary, it seemed that I was looking for a little boy in Bangkok, and the goddess of Seoul deliberately figured it out.

The president said he was satisfied.