Cheng Minghao looked at Yan Xiao with his head full of question marks, trying to analyze his true thoughts from that cold face.

Yan Xiao, who was being watched, didn't plan to solve his confusion. He calmly retracted his feet, put the computer bag on the table again, and sat back upright.

Ye Fei raised her eyebrows, looked sideways at the stylist who was still in shock, and gave him a "this is not normal" look.

Stylist: "..."

No, he really didn't lie!

Obviously they were downstairs just now, and they said that this person was not cooperating. Why did they suddenly change their words?

Man's mouth, liar ghost!

"Very good," Ye Fei teased with a chuckle, "Now your wife fans are going to be excited."

Yan Xiao has tough facial features and a deep outline, which is the kind of extremely handsome appearance. It was accidentally photographed by the media in the early days of the business, and it attracted countless pursuits and praises. Even if seven years have passed so far, when major forums take stock of the most handsome passerby photos, there will definitely be his candid photos in them.

It's just that he acts in a low-key manner and has received few interviews. Unless necessary, he never appears in front of the camera, which makes many fans regretful.

Ye Fei's eyes fell on Yan Xiao, looking at him recklessly.

Because of the nature of his work, over the years, he has seen countless stars, but none of them can compare to the person in front of him.

It's a pity that the two are just a cooperation, not so much a husband as a business partner. At the beginning, Ye Fei needed a lot of money to solve Dingyuan's predicament, while Yan Xiao needed a de facto marriage to cope with the ubiquitous marriage urges.

The two hit it off, and after negotiating the terms of the contract, they immediately went to get a marriage certificate.

Who would have thought, Ye Fei sighed, that the once pure-hearted and dedicated herself to developing her career, one day, she no longer loved Yan Xiao's money, and began to lust for his body instead...

Ye Fei cleared her throat and drove the yellow waste out of her brain. After thinking about it, he has no plans to develop further with Yan Xiao. With only two years left in his life, he should stop harming others, not to mention that Yan Xiao is not interested in him.

"No," Cheng Minghao still didn't understand why Yan Xiao agreed suddenly, but the goal was achieved, he came over and complained to Ye Fei, "You don't know how crazy his wife fans are, we have a lot of news on our official blog. It takes half a day for the operation girl to log in every time."

"Okay, Mr. Yan," Ye Fei chuckled and raised her chin at Yan Xiao in the mirror, "Arsonist of Fangxin."

"This word is accurate." Cheng Minghao laughed, swept away the depression just now, and cheerfully opened Weibo to show Ye Fei those private messages asking for photos.

Yan Xiao suddenly said, "What is a wife fan?"

"You don't even know that," Cheng Minghao said, "I just want to be a fan of your wife."

Yan Xiao frowned and said seriously, "I'm married."

Cheng Minghao was busy logging into Weibo and said without raising his head, "Ah? Yes, so what's the matter."

Yan Xiao was very dissatisfied with the disapproval in his tone, and solemnly emphasized: "I have a wife."

Cheng Minghao: "..."

Forgot about this man's character.

Like many geniuses, Yan Xiao has a very high IQ and has a talent far beyond ordinary people in the field he is good at. But at the same time, his social shortcomings are also very obvious.

Can't judge the other party's true emotions based on the context, can't understand the hidden meaning of the conversation, and... has a 100% attachment to his own thoughts.

"Do you need me to show you the marriage certificate?" His voice was low, not in a questioning tone, but with a vague aggression.

Cheng Minghao rolled his eyes unbearably, and pushed Ye Fei forward: "Xing Xing Xing, you have what you have, now, your wife is here."

Ye Fei was staggered by his push and just leaned on the chair Yan Xiao was sitting on. He didn't move away, adjusted his posture and narrowed his eyes: "You can discuss this topic when I leave."

Cheng Minghao raised his hand and made a zipper motion on his lips. Pulling the stylist and sitting down on the sofa, he went to study Yan Xiao's new hairstyle.

Ye Fei retracted her attention, pondered for a few seconds, then lowered her head and asked Yan Xiao, "When do you have time recently? I have something to tell you."

Doing the math, he and Yan Xiao's contractual marriage had just been fulfilled for half a year, and the contract agreed on ten years. But now, Ye Fei wants to terminate the contract early.

He and Yan Xiao are more or less public figures, and their every move may be exposed to the eyes of others. If he is photographed looking for a man outside in the future, it will be bad if there is any news of cheating.

The safest way is to get a divorce first, and then go to the waves. The things we talked about suddenly changed, although I was a little sorry for Yan Xiao, but only in this way can there be no worries. It was just a fake marriage. With Yan Xiao's capital, it would not be too difficult to find a suitable person.

"All," Yan Xiao replied quickly, as if waiting for him at any time, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I can't tell you right here..."

In the mirror mounted on the opposite wall, Ye Fei's slightly hesitant face was reflected. Yan Xiao watched him intently for a while, but was not satisfied with just looking at the mirror image.

He raised his head slightly, and his eyes met Ye Fei in mid-air: "Do you think it's suitable for you tonight?" He paused for a few seconds, and then said, "I've been free all night."

Ye Fei's eyes lit up, his time was only two years, and it would be best to solve it as soon as possible. He nodded and was about to speak when Cheng Minghao's loud voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother Xiao, you forgot, we have a video conference at eight o'clock tonight."

He secretly wondered that Yan Xiao had a very strong memory, as small as the daily work arrangement, as large as a decimal point in the financial report, as long as he browsed it, he would never forget it, what happened today?

Yan Xiao glanced at him and said, "No."

"Yes." It turns out that Yan Xiao also has a day when he forgets things. Cheng Minghao cheerfully opened the memo on his mobile phone and handed it over: "Look, I marked it last week, it's today."

Yan Xiao refused to look at his cell phone, and said coldly, "I can't remember wrong."

"But……"

"I'm not in such a hurry," Ye Fei casually put her arm on Yan Xiao's shoulder, interrupting the conversation between the two, and said with a smile, "You'll be busy first, then go home, okay."

On the day of receiving the certificate, Ye Fei moved to Yan Xiao's apartment, but the two did not live in the same room.

From the moment he was touched by Ye Fei, Yan Xiao froze, his whole mind focused on his left shoulder. The temperature in Ye Fei's palm was transmitted to him through the thin cloth. It was warm and real, and it was better than every dream he had before.

He sat there motionless, even breathing lightly. It seems that Ye Fei is a small animal that is easily frightened, as long as Yan Xiao makes a slight movement, he will quickly escape.

Ye Fei waited for a while, but did not hear Yan Xiao's answer, and called out again in doubt: "Yan Xiao?"

Yan Xiao's throat moved, and his eyes shifted unnaturally. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but move back. After a long while, he spit out a word: "Okay."

"Then it's settled," Ye Fei stood up straight. "You're busy, I'll go to the box first."

As soon as he took a step, Yan Xiao called him from behind: "Ye Fei."

Ye Fei turned around: "Is there anything else?"

"You can use this box," Yan Xiao said, speaking at a slower rate than usual, as if he was considering his words, but it was not obvious, "I'll ask someone to add a chair, which will be more efficient."

In order to increase the persuasiveness, another sentence was added: "I calculated."

"No need." Ye Fei wanted to be alone more than being with Yan Xiao.

Two years seemed like a short time, but in fact, Ye Fei had almost forgotten what happened during this time. He needs to organize his thoughts so that he doesn't say anything he shouldn't say.

"It's not a few steps away, so it won't take long."

"Just sit here," Yan Xiao stood up and gave up his seat, pushed the chair in Ye Fei's direction, and insisted silently, "You can start cutting your hair right away, okay?"

He was very tall, with a straight back, standing beside the chair and stubbornly waiting for Ye Fei. The expression on his face is serious and serious, and there is an inexplicable feeling that people can't bear to refuse.

"That's fine." Ye Fei thought that Yan Xiao probably wanted to create the illusion that they were very affectionate outside, so she didn't refuse any more, and sat down with her.

Anyway, they are about to divorce soon, so let's follow him for the last time.

The service of the studio was very good, and within a few minutes, according to Yan Xiao's request, the box was properly arranged. Ye Fei and Yan Xiao sat side by side in front of the mirror, with the stylist moving their heads.

Ye Fei confirmed her hairstyle in advance, and the progress was slightly faster than Yan Xiao. When he finished cutting, Yan Xiao was still finishing.

The two of them just agreed that when Yan Xiao returns to the company, he will take Ye Fei home by the way. Ye Fei didn't want to sit and wait in the box, so she went to the balcony.

It is already the beginning of the lanterns outside, and the sea-crossing bridge is dotted with a long strip of light in the air. Large and small vehicles shuttle forward on it, dazzling and energetic.

Ye Fei leaned against the railing, lit a cigarette, and looked at her phone while smoking.

First browse the recent popular news, and then click on WeChat after you have a general impression, and open the chat history from top to bottom. As soon as saw the third person, there was a sound of sliding the door behind me.

Ye Fei raised her eyes and Yan Xiao came over.

The new hairstyle made the lines of his face more neat and clear, so handsome that he was almost threatening. Ye Fei let out a puff of smoke and teased, "Yo, where is this handsome guy, add a WeChat?"

Yan Xiao looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

There was silence for a while, just when Ye Fei was about to pinch the cigarette and say to leave, Yan Xiao suddenly said, "Give me one."

Ye Fei was startled: "You smoke?"

No wonder he was surprised, plus in her last life, Ye Fei had known Yan Xiao for more than two years, and she had never seen him smoke.

Yan Xiao made a "hmm" sound.

Ye Fei didn't ask any more and threw the cigarette case over. Too lazy to take out the lighter again, he just raised his head and lit him with his own cigarette.

He was so close to him that Yan Xiao could even count his distinct eyelashes. At this moment, the hustle and bustle outside seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the two of them.

In the rising smoke ring, Yan Xiao traced the outline of Ye Fei inch by inch with his eyes, his Adam's apple moved, and he took a deep breath unconsciously.

"What date is your Internet Conference coming?" After lighting up the cigarette, Ye Fei naturally backed away. He flicked the ash in the trash can and asked Yan Xiao.

Yan Xiao didn't speak, and even stayed away.

Is this... angry?

Ye Fei thought about it for a while, and knew that it must have been her teasing that made him unhappy. Sure enough, apart from the partnership, Yan Xiao didn't want to get too close to him in private.

Ye Fei had no intention of using her hot face to stick to other people's cold ass, snuffed out the cigarette butts, and threw a sentence: "I'll wait for you outside." Then she walked away.

Until he walked all the way, he really couldn't hear any sound from the balcony. Yan Xiao, who was blushing and short of breath, held onto the railing and coughed violently.