Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

"An'an, marry me, I will only treat you well in my life."

Qiao Wan'an looked at the handsome man in front of him, and his heart was pounding like a deer, but he still had some reason, "Ayan, we are not from the same world at all, your family background is so good... and Auntie doesn't seem to like it very much. I."

Chu Yan held him in his arms and kissed his forehead lightly, "Don't worry about this, we are so good, my mother will definitely accept it."

But Guo Hui still couldn't accept him, but Qiao Wan'an was rushed by her parents to give it to Chu Yan.

Guo Hui felt that Chu Yan's marriage to Qiao Wan'an was a very shameful thing, and he was determined not to make it public. The Qiao family and his wife had benefited a lot from the Chu family, so they naturally promised not to talk nonsense outside. They didn't even have a wedding. No one outside knew they were married.

When receiving the certificate, Chu Yan said to him affectionately: "An'an, I promise you, I will definitely give you a grand wedding in the future, and I will let everyone know that we are together."

Qiao Wan'an couldn't help laughing sweetly, just about to say something, the scene in front of her suddenly tore apart.

Memories are chaotic and rushing like a tide, setting off a stormy sea.

"Who let you into my study!"

"If it weren't for your resemblance to A Ran, do you think I would marry you?"

"Good night, Joe, how can you compare him! Are you worthy?"

The wind and the waves engulfed him, and the tenderness was no longer there, only the wet memory remains on the ground.

Qiao Wanan opened his eyes with palpitations, and found that the corners of his eyes were wet. He wiped his eyes carelessly, got up and looked around.

The house is simple and clean, and it can be seen that the owner of the house is usually thrifty and simple.

The monk came in with a bowl of hot porridge, "Are you awake? Have some porridge first."

Qiao Wan'an understood that she was rescued by the monks here, so she hurriedly got up to thank her.

"You're welcome. It snowed heavily last night. You didn't listen to me. You fainted before taking two steps. We had to bring you back to settle down."

"I'm giving you trouble."

Qiao Wanan felt a little better after drinking the hot porridge.

He charged his phone, and then bid farewell to the monk and took a taxi back home.

Along the way, Qiao Wan'an was not at peace. He didn't know how to face those two people.

He thought, since He Xiran was back, his double would be redundant.

He should have walked away.

but……

Qiao Wan'an unconsciously rubbed the ring on her hand, her nose suddenly sore.

Does Chu Yan really not love him at all?

He returned to the villa and opened the door with the key.

I thought it was a working day and Chu Yan would not be at home, but when I opened the door, I saw Chu Yan sitting on the sofa and smiling comfortably, and in front of him, there was a young man with a good face sitting in front of the easel. With Chu Yan painting.

The two looked over in unison, and Qiao Wan'an suddenly felt suffocated.

He was like an uninvited guest, disturbing a loving couple.

Qiao Wan'an froze in place a little out of place, "I, I'm back."

Chu Yan looked displeased, as if he blamed him for interrupting his good time with He Xiran, "Since Nanshan is so good, why don't you come back!"

He Xiran got up and nodded at him with a smile, "You are Mr. Qiao, we talked on the phone last night, I'm sorry, because Ayan didn't tell me that he was married at that time, so...you don't mind, do you?"

What do you mind?Mind if he talks to him like a master, or if he stays here for a night?

Before Qiao Wanan could speak, Chu Yan defended, "That's not important, Aran, as long as you come back."

Yes, whether to get married or not, who to marry, is it important at this moment?

As long as He Xiran is still by his side, what does Qiao Wan'an mean?

Qiao Wan'an unconsciously looked at He Xiran in the dark. The young man's complexion was fair, his face was like a peach blossom, and his eyes were full of affection. Everyone was so affectionate, and he was better than him in every way.

Chu Yan actually compared him with He Xiran, it was simply... He Xiran was offended.

If he were Chu Yan, he would definitely choose such a beautiful person as He Xiran.

Qiao Wan'an's eyes were slightly sour, and she lowered her eyes, "I'm a little tired, I'll go up and rest first."

He hurried upstairs, but Chu Yan didn't blame him for being rude, maybe he didn't care at all.

He heard Chu Yan say to He Xiran behind him: "Aran, don't get me wrong, I really have no relationship with him, as for my feelings...you know it."