Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

After the press conference, there was still a dinner to attend, so Cheng Qiyan could only bite the bullet and be there.

The venue for the banquet was chosen indoors. In the magnificent venue, there were all kinds of delicacies and meals. The expensive drinks wafted the intoxicating fragrance in the air. Looking around, the venue was full of fragrant underwear, celebrities from the business world gathered together, those people Whether it is a partner or an opponent, they all wear the mask of sincerity and friendliness and smile at each other.

Cheng Qiyan put on a black dress specially customized for him by Tan Yuran. The high-quality fabric and well-fitting tailoring wrapped his slender body like a jade tree, making him stand out in the crowd, and his handsome face still remained With an indifferent expression and thin lips that were lightly pursed, it was hard to guess whether he was in a good mood or a bad mood.

If it was the past, it would definitely kill a heart, but today, women are afraid of this excellent man.

Tan Yuran took the champagne from the waiter and walked to Cheng Qiyan. He was wearing a white antique dress that he had always loved, like a god walking out of Greek mythology. A dazzling halo surrounded him. He took Cheng Qiyan's hand and walked through the banquet crowd Among them, the two completely different styles, one black and one white, are both so charming.

They accompanied and chatted with the guests present. Some of them were known by Cheng Qiyan when he was a supervisor, and many of them even wanted to poach him to change jobs. They appreciated his work attitude and ability very much. Today, he has become Tan The president's special assistant and lover is another matter.

Their eyes are ambiguous, and under the surface of the top hat is a hint of disdain and sarcasm.

"Qachihiko, are you angry?"

"No, not at all..." Cheng Qiyan leaned on a huge pillar in the venue, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then let out a long white breath, "I just don't like such occasions That's all."

"Then let's go."

"No need, you go to accompany the guests, I'll rest here alone..." Cheng Qiyan turned his face sideways, his eyes were melancholy, but not cloudy at all, clear and bright, without any sign of emotional waves.

"You're angry with me, aren't you?" Tan Yuran's tone was a little helpless, and he didn't want to peel off the shell of his beloved one. He really saw it, but his body was already bruised.

This is not what he wants, and there is no other way to do it that way, everything is doomed, trying to reverse, and then reverse, only hope for a good ending, and pain is inevitable, because the injury already exists.

"I can only say that you won. I gave you my sincerity in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes, and I can't take it back even if I want to. Please..." Cheng Qiyan raised his eyes. Affectionately, he said slowly and firmly: "Please, don't let me down easily. I'm not a perfectionist. I can rub sand in my eyes, but I can't put a knife in them. I hope that when everything is revealed, you will be my sweetheart." I want to face the memory of those three years, and I don’t want to live in evasion and fog all the time, so you bear it with me, okay?”

In my impression, this is the first time Cheng Qiyan expresses his helplessness. How much insecurity is it that makes him appear vulnerable?

Tan Yuran hugged him, and the deep warmth surrounded the beloved: "Qiyan, I will not betray you, this is my unswerving promise until death!"

Cheng Qiyan sighed, and leaned tiredly on Tan Yuran's shoulder. The heavy and illusory words sounded faintly in his ears. It is undeniable that he had expected it. Tan Yuran said...

"I love you."

Accompanied by the beautiful piano music, there are two voices, one echoing in the ear and the other echoing in the heart.

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