On Saturday, Ruan Zhiyin and Cheng Yuelin went to the studio to take wedding photos together.
The photographer Gu Linlang recommended to her is called You Xin, who is the royal photographer of several fashion magazines.
You Xin's skills are superb enough, and her popularity in the entertainment industry is wide. It's easy not to take such private shoots. This time, it's Gu Linlang's face.
As for the wedding dress and dress during the shooting, Cheng Yuelin prepared in advance.
The style fits very well, but Ruan Zhiyin was a little surprised.
"How do you know my size?"
When the filming paused, Ruan Zhiyin asked the man beside her in a low voice.
Cheng Yuelin heard the words, glanced at her up and down, and said with a chuckle, "I've already hugged it so many times, is it difficult to grasp it?"
Ruan Zhiyin choked slightly, and her face felt a little hot for a while.
In fact, the hug that Cheng Yuelin said was not a hug. When he appeared in front of outsiders several times, he would hug her, and his posture did not burden her.
Only at those times, would he actually think about this kind of thing secretly
In a daze, the photographer You Xin, who had re-adjusted the equipment, suddenly looked at them and said with a smile: "The bride and groom are a little closer in the next picture. The groom holds the bride's face and presses his forehead, so be more natural."
Ruan Zhiyin glanced at Cheng Yuelin subconsciously, he still looked calm and indifferent, and said nothing.
However, in the next second, the other party followed the photographer's explanation, slowly leaned over, and lightly held her chin.
The room was full of air-conditioning, and when the man's straight forehead and the tip of his handsome nose were pressed against her, there was still a hint of cold and numb temperature, which instantly spread to his limbs.
Looking at each other, those deep and dark eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, and they couldn't see the end when they stared at each other.
With her thumb on her cheek, Ruan Zhiyin felt the slight itching from the thin calluses on his fingertips, and her body trembled slightly.
After the photographer gave a sound reminder, he reluctantly relaxed.
The flashes of several lenses passed by.
After the photo was taken, Cheng Yuelin raised his head slightly, but did not let go. Ruan Zhiyin eased her initial embarrassment and did not move, and continued to stare at his handsome silhouette.
"Why, I look good?" The man hooked his lips, his charming peach blossom eyes were soaked in a spreading smile, and he pinched her face.
Ruan Zhiyin nodded: "Well, it looks good."
He looked very serious.
Her attitude made Cheng Yuelin unnatural for a moment, the man let go of her, coughed lightly and said, "Ruan 嘤嘤, won't you be shy at this time?"
"But... it's beautiful."
A matter-of-fact tone.
Cheng Yuelin raised his eyebrows lightly, then looked away, and said casually, "Well, then you have vision."
Seeing his faintly flushed ears, Ruan Zhiyin frowned slightly. I thought to myself, could he be... shy
Before thinking deeply, Yu Xin's voice sounded again—
"The bride sat on the sofa, facing the light of the lamp, the groom embraced the bride's waist and kissed the bride."
Ruan Zhiyin looked in the direction of the opponent's finger, the light was bright at the falling lamp, and there was a single low-foot sofa next to it.
Thinking of the photographer's shooting request, she didn't look at the man beside her with a guilty conscience.
After all, no matter how you think about it, it feels as if you want to take advantage of him.
Sitting on the sofa, the camera assistant came over to help Ruan Zhiyin tidy up the skirt of the wedding dress, and instructed Cheng Yuelin on the key points of this pose.
He hummed softly, showing no emotion.
The man's broad body covered most of his sight, looking at the approaching face, Ruan Zhiyin closed her eyes gently, and couldn't help clenching her hand hanging on her back.
In the darkness, a coolness came from the lips.
The tip of the nose is the good smell of the man's clear breath, the lips touch, and the breath seems to blend together.
Accompanied by the hot and humid breath, the rest of the senses were magnified infinitely, and the palms around the waist became more and more hot.
After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Zhiyin finally heard the photographer's voice, calmed down, and opened her eyes again.
What caught my eye were the deep eyes of a man's lake. The two looked at each other briefly, seemingly embarrassed, and he quickly stood up again.
"Cheng Yuelin."
"Ok?"
"It's over."
Facing his re-turned gaze, Ruan Zhiyin pursed her lower lip, pointed to the hand he was still holding her tightly, and said softly, "You first... let me go, I'm going to say hello to the photographer, and then put the clothes on. Change it back."
The man lowered his eyes and let go of his hand. On the knuckles of the palm, the wedding ring on the ring finger shone with silver light.
Ruan Zhiyin couldn't help but smile.
It seems that his heart is not so calm.
She stood up and walked to You Xin, who was still staring at the computer while watching movies, "Trouble, Teacher You."
You Xin raised her head and said with a smile, "Miss Ruan is very polite. If you need to make additional locations in a while, you can contact me again."
Before, You Xin asked the two if they needed to take a few more location photos, and also suggested to go abroad to shoot. It's just that the two of them couldn't make time recently, so they put it on hold.
Hearing Yu Xin's words now, Ruan Zhiyin nodded in response: "Okay, then contact me."
At this time, You Xin said again: "The single book of this set and the three framed photos will be released in about a week. When that time comes, I will ask the assistant to send it to you?"
Ruan Zhiyin thought for a while and replied with a smile, "If you're not busy, I'll come and pick it up."
You Xin nodded: "That's fine."
—
After taking the wedding photos, they put on the wedding ring tacitly.
Unconsciously, the two seem to be more like a couple.
It's just that the atmosphere in the villa has become a little more subtle from the previously habitual nature.
Fortunately, there is also the embarrassment of work to ease adaptation.
For the next few days, Ruan Zhiyin was still running between the construction site and the company in Beicheng.
On Thursday, Ruan Zhiyin and Kang Yu went to Beicheng to see the construction progress as usual. After walking around, Kang Yu still needed to stay at the site to communicate with the contractor about details. Ruan Zhiyin remembered that she had made an appointment with Ji Yijun to talk about things and left alone.
Returning to the company in the contractor's car, Ruan Zhiyin stood in front of the elevator, staring at the descending numbers.
Unexpectedly, the elevator door opened, and among the figures inside, Qin Jue, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared.
Although Lin Cheng is still detained, the previous medical cooperation case has not ended because the contract has been signed.
It's just that in the later process, Ji Yijun has always been docking with Qin Jue. And Ruan Zhiyin was busy with Beicheng's projects, and she didn't have much time in the company, so she didn't meet Qin Jue.
"Zhiyin."
Seeing the slender figure suddenly appearing at the elevator door, Qin Jue's eyes lit up and she walked up quickly.
Ruan Zhiyin always dresses comfortably and smartly for work. Today, she is wearing a bright-colored drapey shirt and casual wide-leg trousers, as capable and elegant as ever.
It was the look he was most familiar with.
During this period of time, Qin Jue often came to the Ruan family through cooperation, but he could only see Ji Yijun. He even began to miss the days when he was abroad, seeing her every day at work.
Not only Qin Jue was alone in the elevator, but also Yu Hong and others from the Qin family. Qin Jue's identity is Ruan's partner.
So Ruan Zhiyin simply nodded and did not speak.
Seeing this, Qin Jue softened her tone and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I want to talk to you, but there are some things you don't want to talk about in the company."
Ruan Zhiyin frowned, paused for a few seconds, and returned: "There is a cafe downstairs, you go over and wait for me for a while."
After Lin Jingfei sold her shares, she did have some matters to resolve with Qin Jue, but she never made time for it.
Hearing this, Qin Jue smiled with relief, then nodded lightly, and left with the Qin family.
Ruan Zhiyin went back to the office alone, took out the long-prepared document from the drawer, thought for a while, and then went to the cafe downstairs.
Qin Jue was sitting on the inside by the window, Ruan Zhiyin walked across from him, and without saying a word, handed him the document directly.
"Share transfer agreement?"
Qin Jue frowned and looked up at her.
Ruan Zhiyin nodded expressionlessly: "I know that you forced him to give up the shares held by Lin Cheng."
She gave Lin Jingfei a sum of money to buy all of the other party's shares, which also prevented Lin Jingfei from using that share to do anything detrimental to the company in the future.
However, the reason why Lin Jingfei was willing to sell shares was because Qin Jue helped fuel the flames.
The shares of T&D were the last thing she and Qin Jue involved in. Although the price given by Ruan Zhiyin was slightly lower, compared with the investment back then, it was already a good return.
No matter what Qin Jue's purpose was to help her, she did this to completely pay off his favor and cut off the final connection between the two.
The original expectation failed, Qin Jue's jaw tightened, and he pushed the agreement to her: "You deserve it."
Ruan Zhiyin's indifferent attitude made him feel that only he still misses the days when he fought side by side.
Ruan Zhiyin raised her eyes lightly, her voice calm: "If you don't want it, there should be many people who want to take over."
The implication is that he really doesn't need to force her to sell these shares to others.
Staring at her stubborn expression, Qin Jue was silent for a while, his throat moved slightly, and he sighed: "Okay, if this makes you feel more comfortable, I'll accept it."
Ruan Zhiyin nodded, then stood up.
Seeing this, Qin Jue frowned and said, "Are you leaving now?"
Seeing her looking back, he clenched his fists and said bitterly, "Zhiyin, you also promised to give me a chance to try to save it."
A chance to try to redeem
Ruan Zhiyin looked puzzled and pondered for a few seconds before she remembered that Qin Jue had come over and said a few words to her last time at her grandfather's funeral.
It's just that at that time, she didn't pay attention to what the other party said because of Cheng Yuelin's implicit warning gaze.
"Sorry, I think you misunderstood." Ruan Zhiyin's voice was calm, "You helped me in the past, and I also repaid the help. Even if it is even between us."
"It's even?" Qin Jue gritted her teeth and looked straight at her, "Zhiyin, I'm so unforgivable? Do you need to measure everything in the past like this?"
Ruan Zhiyin breathed a sigh of relief, but she still planned to make it clear to Qin Jue.
"Qin Jue, I don't think I have anything to feel sorry for you. If you don't apologize, if you save me, I have to start over with you. I have my own life."
And he has no right to interfere.
Seeing her building the barrier again, Qin Jue couldn't help but feel annoyed at what she just said, got up and walked in front of her.
"Okay, I won't stop you from starting a new life, but even if it's just business, you don't need to avoid me on purpose, do you?"
Ruan Zhiyin frowned and met his gaze.
—
Linheng Building, President's Office.
Qian Fan took a ten-day vacation, but he was reluctant to use up all the vacation, so he canceled the vacation in advance and returned to the company.
In order to show his concern for his brother, after finishing his work, he took the elevator to the top floor and gave Cheng Yuelin a gift he bought on vacation.
But what Qian Fan didn't expect was that he kindly came up to give a gift, but the man didn't give him the slightest sight.
Instead, he took a soft square cloth and carefully wiped the dazzling wedding ring on his ring finger.
"Okay, don't wipe it! You've almost wiped off the polish on that ring."
After all, Qian Fan couldn't stand Cheng Yuelin's virtuous behavior, and spoke sarcastically.
"Whose wedding ring have you seen that still needs to shine?" Cheng Yuelin glanced at him, his voice dragged, "The truth is timeless, don't you understand?"
Qian Fan pouted: "Since it's so precious, why didn't you wear it before?"
After all, according to Cheng Yuelin's dog temper, if he had a wedding ring, he should have worn it to show off.
Cheng Yuelin paused for a moment, did not answer, but pressed the landline on the desk.
Two minutes later, Bai Bo pushed the door and walked in.
"Boss, are you calling me?"
"Well, take that painting down, and remember to send it to take pictures when there is a charity party next time."
Cheng Yuelin pointed to the painting behind him.
It was bought from the auction last year, and he still liked it, and it has been hung in the most conspicuous position in the office.
Qian Fan knew that the painting was worth a lot of money, so he couldn't help asking, "Well, why did you take the painting?"
When Bai Bo heard the words, he smiled and explained his confusion when he took the painting: "Mr. Qian, the boss took a wedding photo with his wife before."
As a special assistant, Bai Bo is also half a roundworm in the boss's stomach. Of course, he understands what the boss means—
With wedding photos, what is the use of this painting
"Could it be that you want to hang wedding photos in the office?"
Qian Fan glanced at the man opposite in disgust.
Cheng Yuelin opened the document that Bai Bo brought in, flipped through the signature, and said lightly, "No way?"
Qian Fan: "..."
Row! Of course! Who has your cow!
Thankfully, the meeting is downstairs, and almost no one will come except him and Bai Bo, otherwise everyone will be blinded by your wedding photos.
Xu Shi was already used to the virtues of men, so Qian Fan took it easy and changed the subject: "By the way, everyone said they were going to have dinner on the weekend, I thought why not go to your house?"
"Not suitable."
"What's wrong with this? If you don't bring your sister-in-law here, don't let us go there? Your villa hasn't lived in it for more than a year, and we just warm it up for you. Don't worry, the gifts are ready. "
Cheng Yuelin frowned very lightly, and replied lightly: "It's not about the gift."
"What's the problem?"
"What about you, need to tell you?"
After signing the last document, the man closed the folder and slowly got up, took the mobile phone beside him slowly, and seemed to be preparing to leave.
"Why are you going!"
The man groaned slightly, tapped the watch on his wrist, and raised his eyebrows loosely: "It's time, pick someone up from get off work."
After saying that, he walked towards the door.
But after a few steps, he turned around again.
Qian Fan thought it was a discovery of his conscience, and asked with a smile, "Why, suddenly agreed to go to your house again?"
Cheng Yuelin glanced at him lightly, and then patted Qian Fan on the shoulder: "During this time, Zhongyi still has a lot of work to do for you."
Qian Fan: "So?"
The man raised his eyebrows: "Since the holidays are endless, I'm afraid you have to pay for his overtime."
Qian Fan: "..."
—
When it was time to get off work, Ruan Zhiyin did not receive the WeChat message recently sent by Cheng Yuelin on time.
She was a little surprised, but thinking that the man should arrive, she still ended her work and turned off the computer, packed the documents, and took the elevator to the parking lot on the ground floor.
Sure enough, the Bentley stopped in a familiar spot.
After opening the door and getting in the car, after putting down her bag, Ruan Zhiyin habitually looked at the man beside her: "There is still some beef in the refrigerator. Let's stew tomatoes together at night?"
"Yeah." The man just answered indifferently.
Ruan Zhiyin looked at him sideways, keenly aware that Cheng Yuelin's attitude was a little strange today.
I didn't send her a WeChat message when I got off work, but my current demeanor seems... strangely indifferent.
Doubtful, she looked back and asked, "You don't like tomato stewed beef brisket?"
But even if he has a preference for food, he has never been picky about tastes, and he doesn't seem to be picky eaters.
The man looked back lightly: "No."
Then he closed his eyes that looked a little complicated, adjusted his seat, and said no more.
The driver was still sitting in the front, Ruan Zhiyin paused, and decided to wait until she got home to ask.
The atmosphere of silence continued all the way.
Back at the villa, Cheng Yuelin still silently opened the door and changed his shoes.
Ruan Zhiyin followed him into the living room, looked at the other party's expression, and finally couldn't help but say, "What the hell happened to you?"
"What do you think?" Cheng Yuelin put down the tie that was half unfastened, opened his shirt slightly, and raised his eyebrows to look at her.
Ruan Zhiyin asked tentatively, "Did something unpleasant happen today?"
Cheng Yuelin clenched his fist calmly, thinking of the scene he had just seen when he passed by the cafe.
Then, he walked to the sofa and sat down, and said blankly, "There are two cats next door, you know."
Cheng Yuelin was talking about the two pet cats from the neighbor's house next door. Because the open-air balconies of the gym on the second floor are adjacent to each other, the two cats will jump here from time to time to bask in the sun.
Ruan Zhiyin nodded: "I know."
"The black cat has been ignoring it recently."
The man's voice was flat.
Ruan Zhiyin gently pulled the corner of her mouth: "Cheng Yuelin, people don't call them black cats and white cats, they call them coffee and milk."
After she finished speaking, she received the man's unflattering gaze, sighed, and asked, "What do you want to express?"
"Its owner said that every time it was fed, the white cat ate the food in the bowl and looked at the bowl of the black cat."
The man chuckled lightly, his tone was slightly dark, and he spoke in a meaningful way, "This is called... half-hearted."
Ruan Zhiyin raised her eyebrows in doubt, nodded and said, "Milk is really not a good habit, I didn't expect coffee to be quite bad."
"However, why do you suddenly care about the cat next door?"
"Ruan 嘤嘤, you said that if the white cat wants to reconcile with the black cat, do you have to—"
The man's tone was loose and he hesitated.
He looked at her again, raised his eyebrows and said, "Coax him?"
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