Ouyang Zhengyu and Ouyang Lingwei held a grand wedding.
The Presidential Palace is filled with a happy and festive atmosphere.
At the end of the day, the newlyweds were quite tired.
Ouyang Lingwei waited for him to come to her new house, but after sitting there for three hours, she only waited for a little maid to come with a message.
"Madam, Mr. President said that there are many official matters that have not been handled today, so I want you to rest first."
"What!"
Ouyang Lingwei stood up immediately, looking unhappy, "Did he really say that?"
"Yes, Mr. President has now left the Presidential Palace and has invited several adults to have a meeting with him."
"Why did he go to the meeting on the wedding night?" She angrily pulled off the veil on her head, wanting to get angry, but found that she was not qualified.
He is the president of a country, not just her husband.
The little maid stood in front with her head lowered and whispered, "Madam, do you need something to eat? I'll ask someone to prepare it."
"No, you can go down."
"Yes." The little maid nodded, turned around and left.
Ouyang Lingwei threw the water glass to the ground angrily and looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a custom-made red cheongsam, which was very ironic.
He hasn't spoken to me since the day of the wedding, and now he doesn't even step into the wedding room.
Is he deliberately neglecting himself?
After the bustle, the presidential palace returned to silence.
Feng Yiming led his men to inspect the house, strictly inspecting every place.
When I walked into the garden, I happened to meet Ouyang Lingwei who was out for a walk.
She was wearing a long casual dress and a thin shawl, with her long hair gently rolled up, looking dignified and virtuous.
Feng Yiming raised his hand to signal his men to stop.
"You continue to patrol first, and let me know if anything happens."
"yes."
The men were divided into two groups and walked away separately.
Feng Yiming walked forward, stopped a few steps away from her, and said politely, "Madam, why did you come out on your wedding night?"
Ouyang Lingwei looked at his indifferent eyebrows and chuckled, "My husband is not here, what's the point of me being alone in that empty room."
"The president should be back later."
"Yiming, you don't need to comfort me. I know that he is very unwilling to marry me, so he left me alone in the room on the wedding night."
"You are thinking too much."
Feng Yiming looked at her expressionlessly, and there wasn't much fluctuation in his tone.
Ouyang Lingwei smiled bitterly, "Forget it, I brought it all on myself. Even though I know he doesn't love me, I still insist on marrying him. Yi Ming, do you think it's right for me to do this?"
"This is your business."
He lowered his head and looked at his watch, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
When she was about to walk away, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
Feng Yiming's face darkened, and he quickly shook off her hand, even taking several steps back.
"Madam, please respect yourself."
"Yiming, I just want to talk to you. Let's have a drink and chat together like we did before."
"Sorry, you are the wife now, this is inappropriate."
After saying that, he walked away indifferently.
Ouyang Lingwei looked disappointed, her eyes full of sadness.
Feng Yiming returned to his residence and sat at the table in silence.
There were several bottles of beer on the table, and he opened them and drank directly.
There was a strange emotion in the cold black eyes, and it was hard to explain.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Originally he just wanted to check tomorrow's mission schedule, but unexpectedly saw the latest update on his WeChat Moments.
The name of the post is, Xue Xue Ran Ran Acridine.
When he saw this, he thought it was that girl Gu Xueran.
When she left last time, she pestered him to add WeChat.
The two of them have never chatted since they joined WeChat. They are both silent strangers in each other's lists.
The update posted by Gu Xueran was a video of a funny cat.
When a cat didn't move on the sofa, she reached out and gently poked the cat's chubby body. The voiceover was also very funny.
Feng Yiming looked at it and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
By the time he was about to withdraw, it was already too late.
"Ding dong—"
The WeChat message reminder suddenly sounded.
He stepped back and took a look, and saw that it was from Gu Xueran, a cute emoticon saying hello.
He clicked on the chat box and thought for a long time, not knowing what to reply.
"Ding dong—"
Her message popped in again, "Did Feng Mumo cry today?"
He thought for a moment and then simply sent a question mark.
"I heard that your sweetheart got married today. You must have secretly shed tears. If I tell you that you feel uncomfortable, just go to the KTV and have fun. Singing can get rid of 90% of your worries."
Looking at her long words, Feng Yiming's eyes flashed, and then he replied, "I didn't cry, nor did I feel uncomfortable."
"Hey, is it true? Why don't you make a video and show it to me?"
"No fighting."
"You're still shy. I've never seen you like you."
"..." This was so good that Feng Yiming didn't know how to reply.
"Then what are you doing now? Are you really not crying?" Gu Xueran sent another message.
At this time, his subordinates came in to report something to him.
Feng Yiming put away his phone subconsciously.
Here, the message Gu Xueran sent fell silent, and no reply was received from him.
She patted the mask on her face and leaned on the lounge chair, "This letter is so rude. It doesn't reply to my message, huh."
*
Shu Xiaoluo had finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa making video calls with his master and his wife.
As he was talking, a phone call suddenly came in.
"Master, I have a call coming in, please wait a moment."
She said and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
The call came from an unknown number.
The other party was silent and did not speak.
Shu Xiaoluo frowned and looked at the phone again. Could it be that someone dialed the wrong number?
"Xiaoluo." After a while, a familiar male voice sounded on the phone.
"Are you Brother Zhengyu?"
"Um."
Shu Xiaoluo straightened his back, and then looked at the clock on the wall. It was already very late. Why did Brother Zhengyu call her suddenly?
A figure came over and hugged her from behind, rubbing her neck.
There was a bit of stubble on her chin, which tickled her neck.
Shu Xiaoluo turned around and looked angrily at someone who had just come out of the shower, and pointed at the phone with her other finger.
I'm on the phone.
Gu Qingyue blinked, saying it didn't matter.
He picked her up, leaned against the sofa, and kissed her face gently.
Shu Xiaoluo held his shoulder with one hand and held the mobile phone in the other, "Brother Zhengyu, happy wedding. You should have received the wedding gift we sent, right?"
As soon as she heard the words "Brother Zhengyu", she could clearly feel the breath of the man next to her darkening.
He raised his head and stared at her phone with cold black eyes.
Shu Xiaoluo's back felt cold when he looked at her, feeling that he would be angry the next second.
On the phone, Ouyang Zhengyu's drunken voice came, "Xiaoluo, I don't want to marry her, I don't like her, I only like you."
"Brother Zhengyu, you are drunk!"
Shu Xiaoluo hung up the phone in a hurry.
She raised her head and met his deep and cold eyes.