Chapter 117: Are you in love, Sweetheart?
Swett really promised to marry Hart.
This is real.
Huo Xingchao didn't lie to his brother.
——And this important life event, we have to start talking about three years ago.
At that time, Huo Xingchao was still studying in Germany, and one night when he went to a bar to play, he ran into his goddess Ji Ying.
Huo Xingchao boldly stepped forward to chat with her, but found that the goddess seemed to be drunk, cup after cup, as if she didn't know how strong the wine was.
Seeing a handsome little fresh meat come to chat, she did not refuse, but leaned on the sofa, drinking wine, and confiding her inner grievances in a mess.
Only then did Huo Xingchao know that today on the Qixi Festival, she came to her boyfriend on a business trip in Germany full of joy, and wanted to surprise him, but found that he was hanging out with other women.
She went to question him, but instead she was treated coldly by the other party, and she directly said goodbye.
She doesn't understand, is she not beautiful, is not good enough, why do men always like to seek stimulation and freshness?
He did such a low-quality thing, but still thinks that she has lost his face?
Why?
Huo Xingchao couldn't answer at the time, he looked into the woman's drunken eyes and said,
"That's some man, I'm not like that."
The woman stared at him and smiled suddenly self-deprecating.
In the end, he didn't say anything, handed him a bottle of wine, and said in a lazy tone, "Please, drink?"
Huo Xingchao took the bottle, and without saying much, he opened the lid and started drinking.
He drinks a little interestingly, although he is young, but drinking it is like drinking mineral water, dashing and heroic.
The two of them drank a glass of wine each, and a bottle of wine for each person.
Ji Ying is good-looking. After drinking, she even took off her coat, leaving only a long dress with suspenders. Her long curly hair was lazily scattered over her shoulders. With the lighting of the bar, she looked like a picture of a beauty. .
Huo Xingchao is also good-looking, with deep facial features, handsome eyebrows, a dashing attitude when drinking, and a little more mature charm in his youthful air. With the lighting of the bar, he looks like the cover of a fashion blockbuster magazine.
In a foreign country, handsome men and beautiful women, dry wood and fire, if nothing happens, I'm sorry for the owner of the bar who keeps drinking.
- In the end, the boy really brought the woman home.
But bring it home and bring it home, because Huo Xingchao was not completely drunk, so nothing happened in the end.
Huo Xingchao was just afraid that she, a drunk girl, would suffer in a bar, so he took her back to stay for the night.
The boy gave her the bed and went to sleep on the sofa very gentlemanly.
During this period, Ji Ying felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit again, and sat on the ground crying again. Huo Xingchao patiently comforted her.
The woman looked at him with red eyes, and suddenly said,
"Hey, what's your name?"
"...Hohart."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
There was still a hint of drunkenness in her eyes, a hint of ridicule and indifference, "You are not my boyfriend."
What's more, even her boyfriend would never do this.
Huo Xingchao looked at her quietly, with a clear tone,
"Because I'm your fan, I've liked you for many years."
A long time ago, he saw a youth magazine on the street. The girl was wearing an ethnic dress and holding flowers. The tenacity and vitality in her eyes immediately attracted him.
It was also at that moment that he suddenly realized that he was such a person of appearanceism.
He couldn't tell what exactly attracted him to this woman.
But over the years, she has gone from a small model to a popular actress today.
When she is simple and bright, he likes the simple and bright girl. When he is confident and energetic, he appreciates the confidence and vitality of women. When he was glamorous, he began to fall in love with the glamorous style of women again.
It seems that as long as Ji Ying becomes what, his ideal type will follow.
Ji Ying stared at him in a daze, and finally burst out laughing in a nonchalant voice,
"I liked me for many years."
She raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of style and laziness, and then lightly opened her lips,
"Hey, little Hart, I'll be thirty in three years."
"If by then, I haven't married yet, I'll marry you, how about it?"
......
The boy sat on the floor with her. Hearing this sentence, his expression did not change. He still looked at her quietly, with a serious tone.
"OK."
The woman bent her lips and smiled, closed her eyes, and fell asleep against the corner.
When Ji Ying woke up the next day, she had a splitting headache and found herself in an unfamiliar environment.
The memory of last night had long since become blurred because of drunkenness, but when I saw that I didn't change my clothes and there were no other traces, I knew that nothing should have happened.
She rubbed her forehead and walked to the living room, and saw the breakfast on the dining table and the note on it.
The handwriting is clear and concise, in Chinese.
"Hello, I went out beforehand, and I won't be back until ten o'clock. This is breakfast, there are new clothes in the living room, and the toothpaste and toothbrush in the bathroom are also new.
—Hart.”
Seems to be a kind man.
And probably because she was afraid of being embarrassed, she thoughtfully left a space for her to calm down.
Ji Ying didn't resist too much, because if she really wanted to do something, she probably would have done it long ago after she fell asleep last night.
So she took a shower, changed her clothes, and ate breakfast seriously.
Just sit down and prepare to wait for the master to come back, so that I can thank him.
It's just a pity that the owner hasn't come back yet, and the manager's call came first.
"Hey?"
"Hey, Ji Ying, where are you? I'm in Germany. I'll pick you up right away. People say that the time is tight, and I hope to start filming this afternoon."
Yes.
She came to Germany this time, not only to find Zhou Lunan, but also because of a promotional video shoot.
The manager's call was really urgent. She sent her her GPS address, thought about it, picked up the pen on the coffee table, and wrote the following line on the back of the post-it note:
Hello, thank you very much for your help, but I have to go first because of an urgent matter.
This is my phone number: 13xxxx5471
I want to thank you very much, and the money for this suit, if you have time, I hope you can contact me.
(I will be in Germany until the 13th, and even if I go back to China, this number will be able to get through.
Again, thanks a lot! )
As for signing.
Ji Ying accidentally raised her eyes and saw the bar outside the window—SweetLand, and wanted to simply write the name of the bar, so that people would definitely understand what she meant.
But the space for the sticky note was too small, she wrote a long list in front, and in the end she was barely able to squeeze out a Sweet.
The phone kept vibrating, Ji Ying frowned, forget it.
Just keep in touch.
She picked up her bag and clothes and hurried downstairs.
But after a long time, Ji Ying didn't receive any calls.
She thought that the other party didn't take this matter to heart at all, plus she was busy with her work, three years later, she had almost forgotten this foreign past.
- Unexpectedly, I heard Huo Xingchao mention it now.
The boy was leaning on the hospital bed, his lips were bent, the pear vortex was shallow, and his eyes were very clear, but the words he said were not simple at all.
"I always remember this agreement."
"So for so many years, I haven't been in a relationship, and I'm afraid that I'll make someone else's belly big, and my mother will marry me because of her child."
"Three years have come. You are not married, I am not married, are you going to marry me?"
......
Ji Ying was still shocked and overwhelmed.
Just say it.
Life goes round and round, round and round, and in the end it all has to be paid back.
She looked at the serious-looking boy in front of her, and after a long time, she finally spit out a word that was out of tune,
"It turns out that Swett and Hart are the same thing."
"It's not a meme. It's a solemn marriage."
Huo Xingchao raised his eyebrows, his eyes were bright, and the white gauze between his foreheads made his smile even brighter.
"So, are you going to marry me?"
......
The woman was silent and did not speak.
The boy was not discouraged, instead he raised his lips and asked again, this time, he added more titles.
A short English word, he recited in waves, with ambiguous rhythm, as if hooked in people's hearts,
"Sweetheart?"
......
Ji Ying raised her head.
At that moment, countless appropriate answers flashed through his mind.
But I don't know why, despite my thoughts, I finally returned a word very smoothly and subconsciously,
"Hey."