There is only one week left in the calendar on the computer.
Before, she spent a week constantly verifying what his parents and sisters liked, and even spent three days shopping for a toy. By this week, after everything was in order, I started to fidget.
Such tension directly affects the quality of sleep.
It was only after seven o'clock when she faced the early morning sun, struggled to get up, and stumbled to the kitchen to fry eggs for him. At the end, I smelled the smell of burning, and the spatula was picked up by the person behind him: "Fry again?"
So... Another chance to flatter, success turned into the destruction of senior idols.
The fragrant eggs are served on the table, and it is also served with very light white porridge.
He handed her the chopsticks: "Is there work today?" She concentrated and thought about it: "No, there is no work for this month." Yi Wenze put the spoon into her bowl: "Why did you get up so early?" She thought hard again: "I can't sleep, I always dream one by one."
He smiled and said nothing.
Jiahe took a mouthful of porridge and looked at him anxiously: "Will your mother ask me any questions? I'm not very good at English, so I can only listen to it, but Cantonese seems to be..." Well, she admitted that she just dreamed of seeing His mother is a very gentle woman. But he only told himself that he couldn't understand the language. He knew it was a dream, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't wake up.
This kind of thing can't be made out of evil.
He picked a cd of classical music.
Then he walked back to the sound of music and sat opposite her: "My Chinese was taught by my parents. There should be no obstacles when you communicate with them."
She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly finished eating the porridge and fried eggs, and went back to sleep contentedly.
When I slept until noon, the phone came in. She didn't sleep well all night and was too lazy to pick it up, so she let the bell sing over and over until Yi Wenze picked it up. After saying something, he put his hand on her side and said softly, "Wife, your friend's phone."
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Jiahe snorted twice and turned over: "Tell her, wait until I wake up."
Yi Wenze reluctantly picked her up in one hand and put the phone to her ear: "She said she wanted to invite you to be a bridesmaid."
Bridesmaids... Bridesmaids? !
She opened her eyes wide, her heart throbbing with fright, and then she was wrapped in a quilt, sitting on Yi Wenze's lap, and said to the phone tremblingly, "Who... Who wants me to be a bridesmaid?"
"Me! Your best friend is me!" Jojo's voice was excited.
She took a deep breath and asked her carefully, "Is that the man with the scarf of yours?"
Since Xiaoxiao called it like that, she has followed it for a long time, but she asked Qiaoqiao silently.
Then over the phone, she said hello to the person beside her, your name has been changed, scarf man. After finishing speaking, Qiao Qiao continued to say to her: "The man in the scarf won the award. To celebrate, we are going to get married."
She was silent for a long time, looked up at Yi Wenze, and wanted to say something, but her mind went blank.
The flash marriage flashed like this, it's really scary enough.
"You and Xiaoxiao are the only ones who are qualified to be my bridesmaids, but Xiaoxiao is taller and prettier than me, so she's definitely excluded," Jojo continued happily, "So congratulations, you've been promoted to be my bridesmaid. ."
She hummed subconsciously, and quickly responded: "When?"
"this weekend."
weekend? She was completely sober: "Is there time to order a hotel wedding dress or something?"
Jojo smiled: "He prepared everything before coming to Japan, just waiting for me to go back to be the bride."
Every word is so taken for granted, but when connected, it is definitely not something normal people do, right? Before Cheng Hao went to Japan, he proposed to marry before he was in love. It turned out that not only did he buy a diamond ring, but he also had a hotel dress. Her mind was completely confused, and the person involved felt that it was normal.
"Go home today and talk to you in detail."
Eight words, just hung up the phone.
Yi Wenze put the phone aside: "Are you still sleeping?"
Where can I still sleep.
She rubbed his chest twice, trying to find some authenticity, and then murmured, "Jojo is getting married and wants me to be a bridesmaid this weekend." His voice was laughing: "I want me to accompany you. Do you want to buy a dress? Or do you go directly to the company's tailor?"
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It's not the crux of the problem at all.
"Aren't we going to New Zealand?" She held back for a long time before saying the key point.
"Let's go after the weekend, don't worry."
She calculated the schedule: "Aren't you in Kuala Lumpur on the weekend?"
He didn't care much, he tore off the quilt, put on pajamas for her, and said, "I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
She laughed, Qiao Qiao and Cheng Hao were insiders, and if he could attend the wedding, he would definitely make that girl happy. Thinking of this, he had already put on his sportswear, and he happily put it on the corner of his mouth and kissed: "Thank you."
He didn't expect that she would be so happy: "It seems that I really want to come back."
Qiao Qiao's words completely transferred her to Shanghai for the whole week.
When she got home, she realized that after she was with Yi Wenze, she hadn't come back for a long time, and all the furniture was covered with dust. She spent the whole day cleaning the room before calling him: "You say, should the house in Shanghai be kept or sold? If it is kept, will it be rented or will it be vacant? Trouble, if it is empty, it will be very dirty, and I have to ask my aunt to clean it regularly."
She said a lot of words, but she just gave abcd the option.
After listening to it with a smile, Yi Wenze said, "I have a house in Shanghai, and I usually have no problem going back to live there. If you're here, see what you like."
She knew that when she asked him it must be the same sentence.
After being silent for a long time, he sighed deliberately: "Let's keep it. If we get divorced in the future, I still have some belongings."
"Sign a prenuptial agreement?"
prenuptial agreement? In fact, she had thought about this herself. In this case, it would be fair to him.
"Okay," she answered seriously, "do you need a lawyer? Or let your company's legal counsel help draw up an agreement?"
After a longer silence, he took a sip of water and said warmly, "No, I can do it, just one sentence is enough," his voice softened, "If you get a divorce, Yi Wenze will leave the house."
Jiahe was a little stunned. Sitting on the sofa, listening to his heartbeat, it became more and more obvious.
At the end, he laughed: "I won't sign if you kill me. If you fall into the streets, thousands of fans will hack me to death."
He laughed and whispered to my wife, I'm getting on the plane.
The house can be put away temporarily, but the car is going to be sold.
When I bought this mini cooper, it was still a limited edition ordered by Xiaoyu. At that time, I was reluctant, and she persuaded her for a long time. Now I found out the benefits of selling the car. I thought I would have to come back from New Zealand to make a move, but I didn't expect someone to test the car two days later.
She drove less, bought it for two years, and the number of kilometers she ran was not as good as the one that others bought for two months.
When the little girl was testing the car, she was very happy. She even sighed that the car was worth buying, and asked her casually, "Why do you want to sell such a hard-to-book car? You haven't driven many kilometers? "
She was still thinking of a good idea. Jojo had already scooped a spoon of ice cream, and while feeding it to her, she smiled at the little girl: "She found an out-of-print, this limited edition is not uncommon."
The little girl was very envious: "Out of print? Remember to find me first next time you change hands."
Jia He was silent and glanced at Qiao Qiao, but the latter had completely laughed at the internal injury.
When the car was finally inspected, Qiao Qiao sighed lightly: "In the early spring of this year, I said that if I can meet a handsome, loyal and rape man, I will give up on the bass man. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I really gave up Well, God gave you such a man."
Jia He was amused by her and laughed: "How about we change?"
Qiaoqiao thought about it for a while, and gave me the look of you forgiving me: "Forget it, kiss the national idol, and do some things that are not suitable for children... Forgive the little girl if you can't accept it."
In fact, she thought so too, but it was Yi Wenze.
He was so smart that he removed almost all obstacles and shattered all unease.
When she was on the phone at night, she chatted about Jojo's sighs and suddenly asked him, "Aren't you really a pedophile?" When I was in junior high school, I was really ugly, with short hair, and I didn't like wearing skirts. Yi Wenze was waiting for a turnaround, his voice was a little tired: "You mean, do you want to develop loli?"
Jiahe smiled: "It's really similar."
Yi Wenze seemed to sigh: "My sister must like you very much."
Jiahe asked, "Why?"
"This word, she explained to me for a long time, so I must tell you."
Jiahe couldn't help laughing: "Tell her, I understand and understand the spirit."
The two said a few more casually, and she remembered that he hadn't said the real reason. In fact, she just wanted to ask why? Why me and no one else? Over the years, there are countless people who have worked with him, such as screenwriters alone. Speaking of which, among his fans, he is definitely the most introverted, not so touching.
She lay on the windowsill and put her feet on the glass. Because of the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, two watermarks were printed in a short while. Yi Wenze has been explaining her work to the person next to her. She waited for a long time before he asked, "Aren't you sleeping yet?"
She was very dissatisfied once: "I haven't finished asking yet?"
He smiled: "Ask it."
"Why did you choose me?"
There was silence for a moment, as if thinking.
There was a small voice in her heart, complaining dissatisfiedly: Do you need to think about it for so long
"You asked this question before," he laughed. "If I asked you the same question, how would you answer it?"
Jiahe didn't expect him to throw the question back again. He thought about a lot of reasons in his mind, but in the end, he dismissed them. He only said vaguely: "Actually, it's not because you're my idol, why... I can't tell."
He seemed to have guessed her answer: "This question needs to be said face-to-face, but after meeting, it is unnecessary to say it."