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Chapter 43
Two sets of suits and dresses made by Chu Youan were successfully delivered home on Friday night, and Meng Xing hung the two sets of clothes in a conspicuous place in the cloakroom.
One set is an iron gray business suit, and the other is an off-white silhouette casual suit.
It's clear at a glance which set belongs to whom.
Meng Xing took advantage of Chu Youan's bath time to admire them for a while, and then searched for their gemstone rings.
Have a good night's sleep and wait for the next day.
However, because someone was too excited the night before to fall asleep for a long time, both of them overslept the next day.
When Meng Xing's mobile phone rang, his dream was playing the wedding march, and the music suddenly changed, and the person with his eyes closed frowned slightly.Chu Youan opened his eyes to look at him, smoothed his brows so that he could sleep more peacefully, then took the phone and pressed it to cut off the ringing of the call, and got out of bed to go outside the balcony to connect.
"Hey?"
"Hello, Mr. Meng, how long will it take for you to arrive at the store?"
"May I ask who you are?"
The person on the other end of the phone froze, as if confirming the information, and replied after a while: "Mr. Meng, I am the makeup artist you made an appointment with, and you made an appointment with us at nine o'clock to do the styling."
Chu Youan chuckled, "Can the time be delayed? Mr. Meng Xiao hasn't woken up yet."
The second half of the sentence didn't need to be added, but...
Since Meng Xiaoxing has used the makeup of the dress, he can also show off his affection.
"Ah—you, are you Mr. Chu?"
"Yep."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, I checked, and I can only postpone it for one hour for you two."
"Where is your store?"
"Chongyang Road."
"OK, alright."
After picking up the phone, Chu Youan lay down on the bed and looked at the person who was still asleep.His eyelashes are very long, spreading out around his fair eyes at this moment, really looking like a doll.
The fly in the ointment is that the sun doesn't shine in.
Today's weather is not bad, although there is no sunshine, but the sky is still very bright, but the clouds are too big, blocking the sun behind.
Chu Youan's fingers unconsciously landed on the corners of his eyes. His twenty-five-year-old face was really full of vigor. Of course, his skin was always a little...oily in the morning.
Chu Youan laughed out loud, "Hey, Mr. Meng Xiao, get up and wash your face."
Meng Xing grunted irritably, wanted to turn over but was hugged by Chu Youan, he opened his eyes dissatisfied, "Don't do it, today..."
Consciousness gradually returned, "I have business today! What time is it?"
He sat up at once, and Chu Youan, who was pushed away by him, was half lying down, looking at him funny, "Well, I should be late."
Meng Xing: "... Where is my cell phone?"
Chu Youan grabbed the phone and shook it, "I just answered a call, makeup artist, I delayed him for an hour."
Meng Xing lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Hurry up, pack up and go out."
Meng Xing, who rushed into the bathroom, turned around and ran back in a hurry, snatched the mobile phone in Chu Youan's hand and ran away, shouting as he ran, "Go outside to use the toilet, hurry up."
"Do not worry."
"Hurry up, it's hard to move later, hurry up!" Meng Xing shouted, pawing at the toilet door.
Chu Youan had no choice but to speed up the washing process.
Fortunately, last night Meng Xing packed all the things he was going to bring into his backpack and walked away. He ran in a panic, and he didn't forget to tell Chu Youan to be careful when carrying the dress, so as not to bump into it.
It took the two men thirteen minutes to sort everything out and leave the house.
Chu Youan didn't know the destination, so Meng Xing drove the car. When he started the car, he muttered in a low voice, "I planned to get up early, take a shower and wash my hair, and then go out in my suit."
"Do you still need to make up?" Chu Youan slowly took out the small bread that had just been unpacked from the kitchen cabinet, tore open the package and took a bite.
"I want to eat too." Meng Xing said aggrievedly with puffed up cheeks.
Chu Youan handed him the bite he had taken, and Meng Xing took a bite with his hand.
"There's still milk, do you want to drink it?"
"I don't drink." Meng Xing said, "I don't need to put on makeup, I mainly want to grab my hair a few times and get a handsome hairstyle. But you have acne, so you have to cover it up."
Chu Youan touched the small pimple that just popped up on his chin, "Can you not get pimples if you have no place to purify the fire?"
"Blame me, I'll sleep in a separate room when I go back tonight." Meng Xing choked with him with a smile.
"That can't be done. If there is no banquet tomorrow, I will take you to the island tonight. There will be a beach concert on the island tomorrow." Chu Youan inserted the straw into the milk box, took a sip by himself, and then put the small milkPass the bread to Meng Xing, and put the straw to his mouth while he is chewing.
Meng Xing subconsciously bit the straw and took a sip, "Oh, I hate milk."
Chu Youan smiled triumphantly, "Good boy. But the scale of this beach concert is not big. When the sky is down, we will fly over there, and the contact person will arrange one."
"Then Mr. Chu, please work hard, hurry up and complete the work plan for the next quarter, and we can go out to play."
"Next quarter, I'll forget about being exhausted."
That is to say, but as far as Meng Xing came into contact with Anyi, Chu Youan has already arranged a development plan for two years later, and many projects are ahead of schedule.
Occasionally, Meng Xing needs to check relevant information and enter Anyi's internal system. He has seen that many work approvals were completed by Chu Youan in the middle of the night.
In the past three or four years, it is no exaggeration to say that Chu Youan has worked hard for his work.
The key is that such a hard-working person is also exceptionally good. The arrangements and predictions made a few years ago have not made mistakes, and Anyi is steadily developing towards Chu Youan's plan.
After discovering this, Meng Xing decided that in the future Chu Youan would take him out to play and enjoy it. Don't worry about his work or urge him to do something. He will always arrange it properly.
"I believe brother can do it." Meng Xing said with a smile.
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the makeup shop.
They went to wash their hair first, and when they sat in front of the mirror at the same time with their hair wrapped in towels, they both laughed.
They looked at each other through the mirror, their eyebrows and eyes were obviously familiar, but there was something different about them.
"Can I bother you with one thing?" Meng Xing turned his head and said to the hair stylist behind him.
"Mr. Meng, what do you say?"
"Trouble him!" Meng Xing pointed at Chu Youan beside him, "Take him somewhere else."
"I won't look at you anymore, don't drive me away." Chu Youan said with a smile.
"Reject, see you after everything is done!"
Chu Youan had no choice but to go to another room under the guidance of the staff.
Although they were forty minutes late, everything was planned, including a one-off hair dye.
Meng Xing dyed his hair sorrel, compared with black hair, sorrel makes him look smaller, and his hair is slightly curled, making him look less quiet and more lively and sunny.
Putting on the off-white dress, Meng Xing looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly laughed.
"This hairstyle seems to be more suitable for white T jeans."
The stylist praised him a few words, then turned around and rummaged through his equipment box, and brought over two metallic necklaces and rings, "Try them on."
"There is no need for the ring. Today, we will exchange rings." Meng Xing smiled happily.
The stylist immediately took the ring away, "Ah, so, I'm sorry. What about the necklace? If it's a wedding ceremony, this necklace is not suitable either. Wait, let me have a look."
The off-white suit looked a bit monotonous. Meng Xing tilted his head and looked at himself in the mirror for a while before asking, "Help me find a suitable brooch?"
If knew it earlier, would have taken the rose brooch brought back to Tang Wen in Guang City, it seemed very suitable.
The stylist's treasure box contained a lot of things, and he came over with a small drawer of brooches, directly interrupting Meng Xing's regret.
He picked out a brooch of vines.
At both ends of the vine, there are several leaves on one side, a bunch of grapes on the other end, and a blue-purple artificial diamond at the bottom.
The overall size of this bunch is suitable, and he likes it very much. He feels that he is like a vine, which has found support, spread it out on the grape trellis to bask in the sun, and finally bears fruit.
"Can I just buy this?"
"certainly."
Meng Xing asked the stylist to pin it to a suitable position for him.
At the same time, the little assistant on the other side said: "Mr. Chu has also finished the styling."
Meng Xing thanked with a smile.
Opening the door of the room, the person he wanted to meet was standing at the door, leaning against the wall, with one arm across his chest and the other hand holding a mobile phone.
Meng Xing took two steps and stood in front of him, "Brother, you are a bit handsome."
Chu Youan hasn't changed much, she's just a little more refined than usual.
But... I'm in a good mood today!
Meng Xing: "Perfume is not what you often use, and it doesn't feel particularly suitable for you."
Chu Youan restrainedly withdrew the hand that wanted to rub his head, "En."
"Yes?"
"The corridor is monitored."
Meng Xing understood Chu Youan's meaning in seconds, he held back his smile and continued to tease Chu Youan, "Yes, there are surveillance everywhere in this public place. Brother, you haven't praised me yet."
"No? My state... is praising you."
"I want you to speak up."
Seeing Chu Youan's Adam's apple rolling, Meng Xing said in a low voice, "You're so handsome, I want to beep—"
"What does beep mean?"
"The meaning of verbal harmony."
Meng Xing couldn't hold back at all, he supported Chu Youan's arm and laughed deeply.
Chu Youan laughed out loud, his voice full of indulgence.
"Okay, let's go, time is tight." Meng Xing spread out his palms and placed them in front of Chu Youan. Chu Youan put his hands on them, inserted his five fingers between his fingers, and clasped them tightly.
At this time eleven twenty.
Meng Xing was still driving, and soon they left the central city and drove up the mountain road.
Chu Youan remembered that there was a church on this road.
He guessed that Meng Xing was preparing some kind of surprise, and thought about taking photos of suits, after all, he had prepared such a formal outfit and even styled it.
But didn't expect it to be a church, a ceremony.
"Xiao Xing."
"Yep?"
"I love you."
"..."
"Just say what you want to say." Chu Youan smiled.
Meng Xing raised his hand and slapped him, "You are not allowed to say it even if you guessed it."
"Well, let's not talk about it, I will start to brew emotions from now on, first...to be touched."
Meng Xing raised the corners of his lips, probably wanting to smile in relief.
But why do want to cry all of a sudden.
Eye sockets warmed up.
The wind from the mountains and forests squeezed in through the window, and the temperature in early summer warmed his heart.
"Brother, I love you too." Meng Xing said loudly.
The reason why the ceremony is necessary is to really feel happiness at that moment.
Full of swollen happiness.
At eleven fifty-five they reached the church.
Meng Xing hurriedly parked the car and opened the door. Chu Youan followed him at the same pace. The two held hands in front of the car and walked quickly into the church.
I don't know when the clouds dispersed, and the midday sun fell against the side of the building, dividing the inside and outside of the hall into two parts, light and dark.
They stood in the shadow under the eaves, looking into the ancient and solemn carved gate, the bright sunlight reflected on the rows of seats through the cross pattern on the wall.
At the end of the aisle in the center stood a priest, holding a Bible in his hand, and waiting for them quietly in black and white priest uniform.
This wedding has no audience.
Regardless of religion.
It has nothing to do with Eastern and Western ritual processes.
It's just that Meng Xing wants to say to his beloved Chu Youan on a formal occasion, "I do."
Chu Youan gave him a marriage proposal from China and an oath before the Civil Affairs Bureau.
He didn't have much to offer Chu Youan.
In the past few years, no amount of description can change it.
They can't embrace each other in the past, they can only talk about the future with love.
"I, hereby swear, I would like you to be the other half of my life. From now on, I will accompany and support each other, love and cherish each other no matter in good times or in bad times, in rich or poor, in health or in sickness, untilDeath will separate us."
"All this I vow and promise."
"Can I kiss your tears?"
The author has something to say:
I almost cried at the end of writing... TAT