After wearing the book, I took the heroine script

Chapter 49

The screens of the two mobile phones are silently on, and similar scenes are reflected in each other's front-facing cameras, and the speakers are silent, and they look at each other silently.

Jiang Miao's heart almost jumped out.

In the dimness, he felt a warm breath like a scorching wind, falling on his neck, with a faint smell of rum.

Jiang Miao's back was pressed against the cool wall, and her spine was slightly bent, like the raised back of a kitten, but there was no trace of a bruise—the man was holding his arms against the wall, supporting him. Shared most of the weight.

And because of this, he was lying in someone's arms in an ambiguous posture—if I had to say,? No matter how you look at it, it's a bit like the posture of hugging a cat, the kind that wants to hug him completely .

Jiang Miao's heart fluttered, and she stood up in a panic and apologized, "I'm sorry,? I'm really sorry."

Before he finished speaking, his feet softened and he sat back again.

Jiang Miao: "..."

The man smiled faintly, and said in a calm tone, "It's all right? You can sit down."

The voice was very familiar.

Jiang Miao's whole body trembled suddenly, and his pupils shrank suddenly. Under the messy lights, he nestled in the man's arms, and could barely see the man's chin.

Even if it is just a smooth curve, it still reveals a somewhat familiar curve.

His gaze couldn't help but move down, the phone's almost black screen still displayed the voice chat interface that was in progress.

Jiang Miao: "..."

He quickly swallowed the heart that was about to jump out, and hung up quickly.

Fortunately, neither of them turned up the volume of their mobile phones, and the bar was too noisy, so they were not exposed.

Seeing an acquaintance, Jiang Miao felt uncomfortable again. While supporting Duan Han's chair back and trying to stand up again, she had nothing to say, "So you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time..."

A hand suddenly pressed down on his waist, pressing him back to sit between his legs.

The posture was even worse. Just now, he was still leaning against the wall, but now he was sitting sideways on Duan Han's lap with his back facing each other.

Duan Han was wearing thin black jeans, and he could feel the scorching heat from his skin through a layer of fabric.A few inches further, is the sensitive zone of all males.

You can't touch it. If you touch it, you will either die or be killed by the sun.

Not to mention that Duan Han doesn't know whether he is a man or a woman now.

Jiang Miao was stiff all over, and just when she was about to move her butt, or simply hang it in the air, she suddenly heard Duan Han sigh heavily.

Jiang Miao: "?"

He seldom heard Duan Han sigh like this, as if there were a lot of things piled up in his heart, which had been pressed to the point where he could no longer press it down, and it was like an instant noodle bag that was finally deflated under heavy pressure, letting out a puff of breath.

It's not like him.

After Duan Han sighed, he raised his head and fixedly looked at the person in his arms, and said softly, "I'm getting married."

"?"

Jiang Miao was dazed at first, but didn't react, and it took half a second for the short words captured by her ears to pass into her mind.

It was only a half-second disconnection, and the brain was already like a mechanical axle that had forgotten to be oiled. It slowly inserted the gears and began to think about turning.

marry?

What to marry?He is going to marry someone else?

with who?He remembers that this world is the structure of a romance novel, right?Gay marriage laws should not have been passed.

So he is going to marry a woman?

Jiang Miao was slightly taken aback, and suddenly an indescribable feeling surged up.

But after a while, he suddenly realized: "???"

The marriage Duan Han mentioned...couldn't be because of the wechat message he sent by mistake at night, right?

I go? !

Can this count?Don't even need to get engaged, just step into the wedding hall? ?

... It is too late for him to withdraw now.

Duan Han frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with Jiang Miao's trance, he shook his legs slightly, and the person on his body immediately looked like a boat slightly floating on the waves - after shaking twice, he quickly grabbed his shoulder .

Jiang Miao almost thought she was going to fall, so she gave him a dissatisfied look.

Like a child playing a prank, Duan Han smiled shallowly, and soon the smile disappeared again.

"I said, I'm getting married."

He repeated it again.

Although Duan Han was half a head taller than Jiang Miao, Jiang Miao was sitting on his lap after all, and he could easily pass Duan Han as long as he straightened his back and reached the altitude line.

He lowered his head, and the other party held him in his arms like hugging a child or a little girlfriend, raised his chin slightly, and a few strands of bangs fell out in embarrassment.

Jiang Miao saw thick black eyes and a slight drunkenness in his eyes.

Jiang Miao completely ignored the strange postures of the two big men, he couldn't help raising his hand to help Duan Han tidy his hair.

Duan Han didn't get any response, he held his two wrists in his own dissatisfiedly, and repeated it for the third time.

Jiang Miao looked at him inexplicably.

Why is it like a child, repeating a sentence upside down, and I don't know what I'm doing.

Duan Han couldn't get his answer, so his arms tightened suddenly.

The two got very close.

The sudden approaching body temperature made Jiang Miao's hairs explode.

too close too close too close! !

This reminded him of the last time in the parking lot, they were also very close, and he once had an illusion at that moment that the two of them were two fishes photographed on the shore, living off each other's air. The meaning of helping each other.

...However, what is exhaled is carbon dioxide, which cannot be reused.

For a moment when he was in a trance, Duan Han had already hugged him very close, and the body temperature of the two people was transmitted to each other through a layer or two layers of fabric, heated, boiled, and then burned in the gorgeous lights and loud music .

"I'm getting married."

Jiang Miao smelled the faint smell of rum on Duan Han's lips again, like vodka with sugar, with a little sweetness in the clearness.

Duan Han looked at him fixedly, "Are you happy?"

It is simply a sentence without logic.

"……generally."

Jiang Miao actually answered after thinking carefully, and when he finished speaking, he couldn't help but spit at himself from the bottom of his heart.

Duan Han who was drunk was a fool, and when he chatted with fools, he became a fool too.

Duan Han asked: "What do you usually mean?"

Jiang Miao explained vaguely: "It's nothing interesting, it just doesn't feel like it."

Actually there are.

Duan Han is getting married, and his partner is another identity of Jiang Miao.

But he didn't know.

It's okay to say you're happy or not, or to say you're disappointed.

To be honest, Duan Han is not a scumbag, after all, the two of them have nothing to do with each other except for (former) employment and friends.And he, a big scumbag who lied all the way to the end, was in front of him, Duan Han was the victim instead, the kind who turned his head to walk away but fell into a pit again.

Jiang Miao hesitated, "Do you want to stop thinking about it?"

"What?" Duan Han almost blurted out following his words, and when Jiang Miao's surprised eyes looked over, he paused and repeated slowly, "What did you say?"

"I said, do you want to think about it again?" Jiang Miao said, "You two don't have any relationship foundation, do you? Don't you feel sorry for getting married like this? It's not a feudal society, why are you still talking about matchmakers?"

As he was talking, he suddenly felt a little tired—for the convenience of speaking, his upper body was facing Duan Han, but his legs were hanging outside side by side. After a long time, the waist can't bear it.

Jiang Miao had no choice but to temporarily store what she wanted to say in her throat. She raised her leg and was about to get off Duan Han's body. However, Duan Han was watching from the side, not knowing which tendon might be wrong, and suddenly sat back. Sit down, pick up one of Jiang Miao's legs, and walk around the gap between their chests, hanging on both sides symmetrically.

After finishing the arrangement, Duan Han glanced at him and asked, "Are you comfortable?"

Jiang Miao: "..."

This posture, fucking, seems to be riding. Riding.

"Good ligament."

Duan Han also briefly commented on this sentence.

Jiang Miao: "..."

Duan Han didn't notice it, fine-tuned a comfortable posture, continued to hug him, and asked, "What did you want to say just now? I don't seem to have told you who my marriage partner is?"

"..."

This kind of movement that is easy to wipe, gun, and misfire, let alone keep calm and talk and laugh, it is good that the brain does not burn out, let alone continue the previous topic.

Jiang Miao faltered and hesitated for a long time before choking out a few words, "Is it up to you to say that? I guessed it right away."

Duan Han smiled noncommittally.

"In short, in short," Jiang Miao said after a long while, "Twisted melons are not sweet, and the old saying is always true."

"It's just a commercial marriage." Duan Han's smile suddenly faded, "I don't need him to be sweet, as long as it's a melon."

Jiang Miao choked when he said this.

"What about you?"

Duan Han said such a sentence suddenly.

"?" Monk Jiang Miaozhang was puzzled, "What?"

"What about you," Duan Han expanded into two sentences, "If it were you, how would you choose?"

"Of course I choose Melon." Jiang Miao shrugged, "I don't lack money, I don't lack appearance, I just lack a sweetheart."

Duan Han was silent for a while before smiling, "It seems that I am not your melon anymore."

That's not the case either.

Jiang Miao subconsciously wanted to refute, but if he said it, he didn't know how to explain it.

Not a melon, but not a twisted melon either.

What exactly is that?

Duan Han suddenly sighed again, "It's time to go."

For some reason, there was a bit of regret in his tone.

"Ah..." Jiang Miao's thoughts were still immersed in the last question, "My car is outside, should I leave now?"

Duan Han shook his head, "No need, someone will come to pick me up."

"Then I'll give..."

Jiang Miao suddenly stopped and looked up.

"My fiancée." Duan Han leaned on the backrest, slightly raised his chin and looked at him, "Today, Ms. Xu just arranged a marriage for me."

His eyes were very light, like a syringe, which instantly took away all emotions.

Among the noisy crowd, Jiang Miao heard him smile slightly, and asked in her ear, "Do you want to see her?"

Jiang Miao now feels that Duan Han is really a scumbag.

What a fucking scumbag.

The author has something to say: Duan Han: Men are not bad——

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