First Love and Marriage: Bidong Double-Faced Male God

The tightly closed tears poured down like water that opened the gate. Song Qianyan's face was filled with uncontrollable pain, and she cried for a long time, perhaps to vent out the grievance in her heart. Her thin shoulders no longer trembled, slowly Slowly lying on the steering wheel, without a trace of movement.

The small space was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Song Qianyan seemed to have fallen asleep, but her eyes were wide open, but if you look closely, you will find that her pupils are not focused at all, and her eyes are full of emptiness.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, with a deep sense of helplessness on her face.

Ou Jinchuan, how much did I owe you in my previous life, and how long will it take me to pay it back in this life?

……

Song Qianyan's house was lit with lights everywhere, and the pure white curtains couldn't hide its light.

It was already night when Song Qianyan arrived home, and when he opened the door, he saw Aunt Wu busy. In an instant, warmth flowed through her body, and she still had a home, her father and Aunt Wu.

"Aunt Wu,"

There was a slight choke in her voice, but Aunt Wu, who was really happy to see Song Qianyan, didn't notice Song Qianyan's strangeness.

"Qianyan, you are back, come quickly, I made your favorite sweet and sour pork, there are a lot of them."

Aunt Wu smiled and pulled Song Qianyan to sit on the dining table.

"Qianyan, are you tired recently? You see that your dark circles are so deep, and your eyes are still a little swollen. It makes Aunt Wu feel distressed."

Touching Song Qianyan's small face, Aunt Wu was chattering.

"My shallow words are haggard."

"Aunt Wu, I'm fine. I'm a little tired recently. Just rest."

"Come on, sit down. Where is Dad? I'll ask him to come for dinner. There's my favorite sweet and sour pork. I can't help it."

"Who can't help it, haha." Song Jianguo came down from the study and saw his daughter's greedy face.

"You, the bigger you get, the more hungry you become."

Seeing his daughter coming home, Song Jianguo's old face was full of smiles.

"Father, it's not the first day you know that I'm greedy for Aunt Wu's sweet and sour pork."

Song Qianyan stood up, walked towards Song Jianguo, took his hand, leaned her little head on her father's shoulder, and looked at Aunt Wu who took off her apron at the dining table, feeling happy from the bottom of her heart, her broken heart hurt by Ou Jinchuan was being crushed. A warm current slowly healed.

This meal is the happiest Song Qianyan has eaten these days. It would be great if he and Ou Jinchuan could do this.

……

On the top floor of the Xingchen Group building, there was a constant sound of cursing and smashing things.

Wen Yifan refrained from going in to be scolded, and hid at the door to avoid disaster.

But the people in the secretariat were not so lucky. They went in with trepidation and came out with mournful faces. They were not as shrewd and glamorous as usual. The CEO's anger was terrible.

Looking at the faces of bitter gourds, Wen Yifan didn't want to gloat.There was a suppressed smile on a handsome face, but his shoulders kept shaking, and he turned his face to the wall from time to time to relieve the tense muscles, and when he turned his face, he could always find sad eyes.

A bell rang, and everyone in the secretariat focused their attention on the small mobile phone. Wen Yifan suddenly had a very bad feeling, and took it out under everyone's gaze.

"Oh, no!" He stretched out his long and slender fingers to rub his handsome face, but he didn't want to answer it, he didn't want to answer it.

He doesn't want to be sprayed, he doesn't want to be sprayed!

"Hey, boss.....cut...."

"Wen, Yi, Fan, where did you die, come back within 3 seconds!" A pleasant male voice was roaring.

Everyone in the secretariat with a loud voice heard it, and saw that everyone's faces were gloating. Sure enough, people like to have three worries, and dogs like to be hit by stones.

Wen Yifan opened the door at a sprint speed of [-] meters, and rushed to Ou Jinchuan's desk.

Ou Jinchuan turned his chair and looked at Wen Yifan with a gloomy expression.

"What's new on Ou's side?"

Wen Yifan calmed down, "Since we hacked us last time, we haven't made any big moves yet."

"En?" Ou Jinchuan's gloomy face turned dark again, his red phoenix eyes were slightly squinted, and his right hand was clasped on the desk.

"Da, da, da, da...."

Such a regular voice seemed to be beating on Wen Yifan's heart, and the cold sweat slowly broke out on his forehead.

Seeing the cold sweat on Wen Yifan's head, Ou Jinchuan became even more unhappy, and unconsciously quickened his fingers on the table.

"Ou Jianguo is about to fail, Ou Jinxi is trying to win over the former...old subordinate." His voice became weaker and weaker.

"No more?" Ou Jinchuan's patience was exhausted, so he got up quickly.

"Ou's shares fell, Ou Jianguo was seriously ill and unable to cope, and Ou Jinxi didn't care much."

"Wen Yifan, you don't want to eat this bowl of rice anymore, do you? That's all useless, huh?"

Ou Jinchuan walked in front of Wen Yifan, feeling a huge sense of oppression. The low air pressure around made Wen Yifan's mind a little knotted, and his heart felt like crying. Didn't he mainly monitor Song Qianyan during this time?

Wen Yifan couldn't say anything about suffering.

"Wen Yifan, if you can't hear what I want within 30 minutes, you don't have to see me."

The deep voice clings to Wen Yifan's soul like a talisman, and Ying hurriedly walked out, wiping his sweat while walking.

After venting all morning, Ou Jinchuan's anger was finally under control. Thinking of what happened yesterday, Ou Jinchuan was flustered, but he didn't know how to find a simple explanation.

He couldn't explain it, but he had indeed let Wen Yifan spy on her, so it was hard to argue.

He could only use anger to suppress the panic in his heart, even he himself didn't know that he loved Song Qianyan so much and was so afraid of losing her.

Thinking of the decisive look in her eyes when she left, Ou Jinchuan was afraid for a while, always thinking that after that, he would not be afraid anymore.

Thinking of this, Ou Jinchuan couldn't bear it anymore and connected the phone.

"Wen Yifan, implement the plan ahead of schedule."

Driving to Song's house, it was Aunt Wu who opened the door.

"Boss Ou, you're here."

While talking, he welcomed Ou Jinchuan in.

"Shallow words,"

Looking at Song Qianyan who was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, Ou Jinchuan approached the sofa and sat one meter away from her.

Song Qianyan paid no attention to the visitors, and only played his own game.

Seeing Song Qianyan ignoring him, Ou Jinchuan looked at Song Qianyan's side face gently, but noticed the shadow under his eyes, and felt a pang in his heart, didn't you sleep well last night.

"Qianyan, I know you're angry,"

"Shallow words, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Song Qianyan paused for playing the game, barely visible.

I didn't expect that he, who has always had a bad temper, would apologize to himself in such a low voice, but can the hurt of an apology be undone?

Seeing that Qianyan was unmoved, Ou Jinchuan didn't know what to say for a while, the whole living room fell into silence, only the sound of Song Qianyan playing games.

After a long time, Song Qianyan was tired from playing the game and wanted to go back to the room to rest, but when she stood up, she was grabbed by a pair of strong hands. After struggling a few times to no avail, she stopped moving and just stood there without turning her head.

Finally, Ou Jinchuan couldn't bear it any longer. He lost the little girl who used to be around him called "Brother Jin", and the shallow words in front of him turned a blind eye to her, and finally hurt her severely.

"Qianyan, don't do this, you talk, cry, make trouble, don't do this." You are like this, I am afraid, I am afraid that you really don't want to talk to me anymore.

Feeling her arm being grasped tightly, Song Qianyan felt uncomfortable. Looking at Aunt Wu who was looking around frequently in the kitchen, she finally spoke out.

"Go out and talk."

Turn around and walk out the door.

……

In the cafe on both sides of the strait, a pair of bisexuals sat together. The fresh and delicate girl looked down at the steaming coffee in the cup, while the tall and handsome man looked at the girl in front of him gently, with a complicated look on his face.

Song Qianyan looked up at Ou Jinchuan, but saw the gentle and bitter smile in the other's eyes.

Seeing the girl's bitter smile, Ou Jinchuan felt as if his heart was tightly gripped by a pair of big hands. He couldn't breathe, so he took two deep breaths.

"Shallow words, I was really wrong..."

"Ou Jinchuan,"

Interrupted by Song Qianyan who spoke suddenly, Ou Jinchuan stopped his apology and looked at her seriously with deep affection in his eyes.

Avoiding those affectionate eyes, Song Qianyan spoke again.

"Ou Jinchuan, I'm no longer that Song Qianyan who follows your ass every day and can't get rid of it."

"I know," Ou Jinchuan's affectionate gaze showed regret, but it was a pity that Song Qianyan didn't look at it.

"you listen to me,"

"it is good."

"These years, I love you so much, no matter how many times you drive me away, I will never leave, no matter how indifferent you are to me, I will always smile at you, no matter whether you love me or not, I still love you so foolishly , it’s all about you in my heart.”

"I thought you would understand, I thought you would cherish, I thought you would love me."

Seeing the tears in Song Qianyan's big eyes running down his cheeks, like boulders falling on Ou Jinchuan's heart, he hurriedly opened his mouth, fearing it would be too late.

"Qianyan, I understand, I know I cherish you, I really love you."

"Is it?"

Song Qianyan stared at Ou Jinchuan intently, the pain in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Really, it's true, Qianyan." Ou Jinchuan anxiously wanted to wipe away the big tears on Song Qianyan's face, but was avoided the moment he was about to touch her cheek.

Looking at the hands hanging in mid-air, chagrin and pain appeared on his usually stern face.

He wanted to explain something, but was stopped by the shallow words.

"But, Brother Jin, you just want someone to be with you forever. This person is me, Wen Yifan. It doesn't matter who it is. You just want someone to accompany you. You want someone who will never leave you to accompany you." That's all."

Song Qianyan couldn't bear it anymore, leaned on the table and let the tears spread freely.

Ou Jinchuan wanted to reach out and hug her, but stopped when he was about to touch her. He didn't know if he had the qualifications to comfort her again. The pain that could not be hidden in Danfeng's long and narrow eyes was his ignorance. Time and time again, the shallow words are pushed further and further away.

"I'm too tired, let's separate first, let each other be quiet."

Suddenly Song Qianyan stood up and wiped away the tears on her face with her hands, but she couldn't.

"No, I don't agree." Ou Jinchuan's face turned cold, it was his fault, but he didn't allow her to be quiet, what if she became more and more quiet and wanted to leave him, he Ou Jinchuan would never allow this to happen.

"In a word, it's my fault, I will make it up to you, but I don't agree to parting."

"Ou Jinchuan, have you ever considered me! Why don't we go back with you if we don't separate, and stay with a spy?"

Song Qianyan raised his palm and opened his face, his once bright eyes stared fixedly at Ou Jinchuan.

Looking at the pair of big eyes in front of him, thinking about the smile in the past and the melancholy in the present, Ou Jinchuan gradually lost his battle

"Qianyan, you go back with me, and I promise not to monitor you again, okay?" His low voice showed his weakness, but now Song Qianyan is not rare at all.

"Ou Jinchuan, it's not good." Shouting loudly like an oath, Song Qianyan turned around and left, not giving Ou Jinchuan a chance to speak again.