After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

Twenty minutes ago.

On the extension Lincoln, Qi Jinran just closed the computer and pressed between the eyebrows, and Qi Donghui's video call was sent.

"Grandpa, is something wrong?"

"Returning to Wancheng? Hurry up and pick up Xiaoyuan, and book the marriage tonight."

Qi Jinran's eyes were bloodshot because he had been discussing plans with the B city government for days and nights. He leaned sleepily on the pillow, changed the position of his left leg, and said indifferently, "Let's talk about it in a few days."

"That won't work. The sooner you can do this, the better. I heard that Xiaoyuan had a boyfriend who had been with him for three years. He just broke up in the past two days. If they continue to grind, what if they get back together again?"

Qi Jinran twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, no."

"What, you know again?" Qi Donghui seemed to hear something unusual, and his tone was teasing.

Qi Jinran frowned, and was about to speak when the assistant's air-conditioning sounded in his ear. He glanced to the side suspiciously.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhuang Jie looked like he was hesitating to say anything. After struggling for a few seconds, he turned the screen of his phone over.

"Mr. Qi, I just saw it on the forum of T University..."

Qi Jinran caught a glimpse of the title, "Damn it! The ex and the incumbent meet again!" His brows wrinkled, his thin lips pursed, and he instructed the driver: "Turn around and go to T University."

He couldn't control how this guy was ashamed before, but now he is impulsive, and what he loses is their Qi family's face.

"That's right, hurry up and pick up the person, and have dinner together at night!" Qi Donghui heard the voice on the other end of the phone, and smiled with satisfaction.

…

As soon as he got in the car, Qi Jinran released Wen Yuan's wrist and looked at Zhuang Jie.

"Disinfectant wipes."

Zhuang Jie was stunned for a second, then took out a pack of alcohol wipes from the dark compartment under the seat and handed it to Qi Jinran.

Wen Yuan was originally held by Qi Jinran's hand before, and his heart was still a little throbbing, but now seeing Qi Jinran wiping his fingers over and over with a disinfectant tissue, the whole portrait was suddenly soaked with cold water.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have any illusions about Qi Jinran.

"Your palms are sweaty, so wipe them too."

Qi Jinran threw the tissue into his arms.

Wen Yuan's face was flushed red. He was naturally prone to sweating, and his body temperature was higher than ordinary people, always like a small stove. Now that Qi Jinran said that, he didn't dare to lift his head, and desperately wiped his palm with a wet towel.

"That...Mr. Wen, our boss Qi is a little bit clean, don't mind..." Zhuang Jie looked at the awkward atmosphere in the car and tried to clear the siege.

"I want you to talk more." Qi Jinran rolled his eyes at him.

Wen Yuan lowered his head to adjust his thoughts, then raised his head again, his expression had returned to normal.

"I understand, Mr. Qi, thank you for today's matter, I can go home by myself, I don't need you to send it."

He turned to open the door when Qi Jinran's voice suddenly sounded.

"Grandpa asked me to pick you up. He wants us to get engaged as soon as possible."

Wen Yuan was startled, and half of his back was stiff.

"ASAP... when?"

"today."

After half an hour.

In the most prestigious Fontaine Hotel in Wancheng, the banquet hall is brightly lit, the huge crystal chandelier reflects the colorful dazzling light, the baroque-style wall decoration is gorgeous and beautiful, the champagne roses are budding on the windowsill, and the embroidered flowers are intricately patterned. On the fabric sofa, Wen Chengmin and his wife Ye Xia were chatting with the old man across from them for some reason, and both of them were laughing from ear to ear.

"Hahahaha! Godfather, that's it!"

Wen Yuan followed Qi Jinran in, and heard Wen Chengmin's hearty laughter, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he forced a smile: "Dad, Mom."

"Yo, it's coming so soon." The smile on Wen Chengmin's face deepened.

"Hello, Grandpa Qi." Wen Yuan turned to greet Qi Donghui again.

Qi Donghui stared at him lovingly, and then glanced at Qi Jinran sternly.

"Don't say hello to the guests."

"Uncle Wen, Auntie Ye is good." Qi Jinran's tone was not warm.

"Jin Ran, this child is really handsome, he looks even better than in the photo." As a senior Yangou, Ye Xia saw that the future son-in-law became more and more satisfied.

Wen Chengmin continued: "Not only does he look good, but he also has strong working ability. He became the president of the group in his thirties. In the past few years, he has not only acquired BV, but also expanded the market overseas. Let's take a look at my son who is not a success. Eh." It's okay not to compare, but I feel bad when I compare Wen Chengmin.

"Xiaoyuan is still young, you can't compare like this." Qi Donghui smiled.

Wen Yuan was hungry a long time ago, and he didn't care about being brought out by his biological parents for dimensionality reduction. Originally, he and Qi Jinran were one underground and one heaven. For now, it's important to fill your stomach first.

He quietly took a piece of tiramisu, and before no one noticed him, Wen Yuan forked a large piece and put it into his mouth. As soon as he tasted the cream, Wen Yuan frowned.

I rely on, this refrigerator smell is too heavy, the cream is greasy and thick, and the taste is not refreshing at all. Is this still the best hotel in Wancheng?

While Wen Yuan was muttering in his heart, his mobile phone WeChat suddenly rang. The four-person dormitory group did not know when the pot exploded, and they were crazy @ him.

Boss: Wen Yuan, you can! Make such a big noise without saying a word! 6666

Ji Hong: This wave of face slaps is really cool! I wish I could travel back to the cafeteria scene through time and space┗|｀O′|┛嗷~~

Second child: @From the real recruit, when did you hook up with the male **** alumni?

What male **** alumni? Wen Yuan's face was stunned, and he made a puzzled expression, and the WeChat group suddenly exploded again.

Ji Hong: What are you pretending to do in front of your brothers, hurry up, be lenient when you confess, and be strict when you resist! Dog Head] Boss: The T Daquan Award recommended the first person in Harvard, and reversed the ratio of males and females in the establishment of the school with his face-defying appearance. It is still a legend of the school for many years. Xiao Wenyuan, your TMD luck is too good!

Wait, they should be talking about the Harvard alumnus he was innocently dragged into the water? But it was clearly Qi Jinran who came to the school and had nothing to do with that alumni.

Speaking of which, he didn't go to listen to the alumni's speech because he met a dog boy on the basketball court that day and was in a bad mood. So far, Wen Yuan has no idea what this legendary figure looks like. Looking at the messages that kept popping up in WeChat, Wen Yuan suddenly had a guess in his mind.

As if to prove something, he logged on to the school's BBS and clicked on the recently very popular [Beautiful Building of Male God Alumni]. As soon as he saw the photo of the first floor, his eyes went straight.

Holy crap... Isn't this man in a dark blue suit who is standing behind the podium speaking? Isn't it Qi Jinran?

So he was the Harvard alumni? !

No wonder, those in the dormitory looked like they were fried!

So his casual nonsense relationship has come true by accident?

Wen Yuan was almost choked on by the tiramisu in his mouth. He subconsciously looked at Qi Jinran who was facing him, but he didn't expect that the other party was also looking at him, and there seemed to be some doubts between his brows. He immediately lowered his head in a guilty conscience and drank the lipstick tea.

Suddenly, he remembered that when the Qi Group met Qi Jinran, the man said that it was not the first time he had seen him.

Then when was the first time he saw him?

Wen Yuan was about to be tormented by the mystery one after another, so he hesitated for a long time, took out his mobile phone, and sent a text message to Qi Jinran opposite.

- Can I take the liberty to ask, where was the first time you saw me?

Qi Jinran lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then replied:

—t big, basketball court.

Ah ah ah ah ah! Sure enough, it was the day he came to the school to give a speech!

The two most embarrassing occasions in his life were all met by Qi Jinran! What kind of fate is this?

Thinking that Qi Jinran was behind him listening to him show off his "Harvard boyfriend", Wen Yuan was so embarrassed that he wanted to die on the spot. It's no wonder that Qi Jinran has always treated him badly. That's right, anyone who encounters him who is suspected of being delusional will dislike him, right?

During the second half of the engagement banquet, Wen Yuan kept nodding like an emotionless robot in addition to burying his head in eating. He didn't listen to what the elders were talking about, and just wanted to quickly end this embarrassing scene.

Finally, the engagement banquet was over, the two parties said goodbye, and Wen Yuan went home with his parents.

However, as soon as she got home and sat down on the sofa, Ye Xia came over with a dozen cardboard boxes.

"Far, don't sleep late tomorrow morning, remember to get up early and pack your things."

Wen Yuan was eating the oranges cut by the nanny, with a blank expression on his face: "Why are you packing? Are you going to travel?"

Ye Xia looked at him lovingly with the same eyes that cared for the stupid son of the landlord's family.

"Far away, you forgot. You promised Grandpa Qi that you would move to Qi's house tomorrow and live with Jin Ran."

tomorrow? Move to Qi's house?

What the **** did his nodding robot promise?

Saturday was rainy.

Wen Yuan carried two huge suitcases and stood in front of the most expensive waterfront residence in Wancheng, watching his black Bentley mercilessly drive away, behind the car window, Ye Xia smiled.

"Far away, go to Qi's house in the future, and take good care of Jinran."

"If you have nothing to do, you don't have to go home to see us."

Wen Yuan began to suspect that he was not born to his parents at all. Is there such a plastic family relationship? Selling a son is happier than anyone else?

Behind him, the housekeeper and the nanny of the Qi family got out of the car and hurriedly held an umbrella for him.

"Master Wen, we can move these."

Wen Yuan looked at the nanny's thin body and tried to pull the box for him, and quickly waved his hand to refuse.

"I'll be fine, I'm strong."

Wen Yuan divided two by three and five, moved the two suitcases into the car, and followed them into the community by car.

The villa where Qi Jinran lives is the best location for Shuixieju. There is a courtyard in the front, a garden in the back, and a natural lake next to it. From a distance, the misty rain is hazy and beautiful.

It's a pity that Wen Yuan didn't have the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery. As the gate of the villa got closer, his heart was beating faster and faster, and his stomach was more like a butterfly flying.

Will Qi Jinran wait for him inside? What does he look like when he sees himself?

Can a person who disinfects his hands even after shaking hands with him accept that he moves in and lives with him?

The nanny swiped his fingerprints, and the thick carved wooden door opened in response. After passing through a landscape corridor, he entered the spacious main hall of the villa. Wen Yuan dragged the suitcase, feeling very uneasy. However, what surprised him was that Qi Jinran was not there.

The nanny seemed to see what he was thinking, and said softly, "Young master is holding a video conference in the study. I'm a little busy. I should be down later."

Wen Yuan couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. He thanked the nanny and followed the instructions to find his own room. The guest room on the first floor was south and next to it was Qi Jinran's bedroom.

After packing up his things, Wen Yuan finally had time to look at this amazingly empty villa. All the furniture and furnishings were elegant and meticulous, showing the master's good taste. However, in Wen Yuan's view, it seemed that something was still missing. thing.

He thought of his own home. The coffee table was always full of flowers and fruits, and all kinds of snacks and magazines were piled up in a mess, all of which were Ye Xia's favorites. There are all kinds of cute knickknacks and plush toys in the cupboards, and green plants on the windowsills. On the other hand, this place is more like a cold five-star hotel than a home.

Wen Yuan sighed, and as soon as he walked into the living room, the nanny came out with the fruit.

"Master Wen, would you like to try the red heart dragon fruit you just cut?"

"Don't call me Master Wen, just call me Xiao Wen. What's your name?"

The nanny's surname is Xue and her name is Xue Rong. She is young, in her early 40s, and she works diligently and easily. She has also worked in the Qi family for five years. Looking at the young boy, she thought of her son in her hometown, who was also about the same age as him, and felt even more pity in her heart.

"Just call me Sister Xue."

"Sister Xue, I just saw that there is a room in the innermost part of the first floor, that is..."

"That's the room where the nurse Xiao Ding lives. Sometimes when the young master is particularly uncomfortable, he will come to take care of the young master."

"Oh oh."

Wen Yuan sometimes forgets that Qi Jinran is disabled. Apart from the elevator, he didn't see any other barrier-free facilities in the villa. He couldn't even imagine how Qi Jinran was leaning on crutches.

"Then Mr. Qi... when will he feel uncomfortable?"

As a cohabiting partner, Wen Yuan felt that it was necessary to take care of Qi Jinran's health.

Xue Rong didn't know what to think, and sighed lightly.

"When the master's family had a car accident, it was a rainy day... So now, when it rains, especially in winter, the young master's legs will be uncomfortable."

Wen Yuan nodded, an indescribable feeling in his heart. He looked at the closed study door on the second floor, and suddenly had an idea.