Wang Weichu, a name that is very perfunctory for cannon fodder passers-by at first glance, his life is indeed cannon fodder,

He was picked up by his father from the mountain village, and the first thing he did was to marry into a wealthy family as a man and wife.

His husband, Mr. Cheng, is handsome and young, and he looks up to and adores Mr. Cheng.

However, the whole city knows that Mr. Cheng has Bai Yueguang in his heart, and he can't get it after several years, and he can't even get one percent of Bai Yueguang.

Until the family banquet, Wang Weichu saw Bai Yueguang Cen Yao,

This noble and elegant, indifferent and unapproachable Bai Yueguang hooked his leg under the table...

[Quick Transmigration, the copywriting is only a summary of the first world, self-cutting, the whole text is a routine, and is redeemed and healed by Bai Yueguang. Dog blood dog blood Su Shuangtian, bold. Bai Yueguang is beautiful and fierce 1! Don't stand wrong! 】

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"Master, here we are."

Cen Yao heard the voice and opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was sitting in a black car, and the car slowly stopped in front of a luxury villa.

The bodyguard opened the car door, and a middle-aged couple quickly greeted them from the villa.

Ten minutes ago, he had just finished his last mission, and then, under the arrangement of the system, he came to this world for a vacation.

Cen Yao raised his head and looked at the couple, at the same time the memory of this world also poured into his mind.

In this world, he is also called Cen Yao, the only son of the Cen family, who has just returned home with an MBA degree.

And the protagonist of this world is not him.

The protagonist of this world is Cheng Shuwen, the youngest son of the Cheng family. When he was twenty-five years old, he married Wang Weichu, the son of the Wang family.

Afterwards, the two separated and joined together, abusing their bodies and their hearts. Finally, Cheng Shuwen, who was in charge of the Cheng family, and a foreign beauty HE.

Wang Weichu died in the struggle of the Cheng family.

Wang Weichu...

The name rolled back and forth from the tip of Cen Yao's tongue.

That was the man he was looking for.

The person who made the most impression on him on his first mission.

"Yaoyao, are you tired all the way?"

"Uncle Wen made several calls to our house just now, saying that your mobile phone can't get through... He said he wanted to invite you over for a meal. It's time to go there too, you don't know that Shu Wen is married..."

Cen's father and Cen's mother asked the servant to take the luggage in his hand, and then started chattering.

The Cen family and the Cheng family have known each other since their ancestors, and Cheng Shuwen was raised in the Cen family for two years when he was a child.

The Cen family's parents naturally treated him like their own sons and nephews, as familiar and even close to him.

Cen Yao replied coldly, "Yes."

Cen's father and Cen's mother do not find it strange, after all, Cen Yao has always been arrogant, and he is not too close to his parents.

After entering the door, Cen Yao asked the maid to bring the phone over.

"Hey."

The man on the other end breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Cen Yao, are you home? I, along with my parents, are ready to take care of you. Just at home, have a family dinner."

"when?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow evening, how about half past six? You must be very tired when you come back, so take a good rest first."

"Okay." Cen Yao responded.

If the other party does not come to invite him, he will also take the initiative to visit Cheng's house.

Cheng Shuwen is twenty-seven this year, and he is not far from his thirteenth year. He usually looks calm in front of others. And at this moment, he grabbed the phone, a look of surprise on his face.

Wang Weichu stared blankly at his smiling face.

He rarely sees Cheng Shuwen's heartfelt joy.

Cheng Shuwen turned sideways, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, he frowned and said, "Why did you come in without knocking on the door?"

Wang Weichu got used to his attitude and only whispered: "I knocked several times. You were busy late last night. I was worried that you had something to do, so I pushed the door and came in."

He said, and handed the small plate forward in his hand: "Mom asked me to give it to you."

Cheng Shuwen said lightly: "I can do anything."

He casually pointed to the coffee table: "Put it there."

Wang Weichu nodded, walked over and put it away.

He wanted to say something more, but thought that Cheng Shuwen never allowed him to ask about these things, so he shut up.

He is not qualified to inquire into Cheng Shuwen's privacy.

Wang Weichu turned around and prepared to go out.

"Wait." Cheng Shuwen stopped him for the first time.

Wang Weichu stopped.

Cheng Shuwen walked to his side, looked him up and down, and said unhappily, "It's been more than a year since you've been to Cheng's house, why... Forget it."

He hurried to the desk, opened the cabinet, took out the secondary card, and handed it to Wang Weichu: "Go and buy two more clothes. ... You don't have a friend named Jin Yao, right? Let him go with you."

Wang Weichu held the card and was stunned.

Cheng Shuwen rarely cares about him.

Cheng Shuwen is different from him.

He grew up in a remote mountain village, and his mother died very early. His father, who was said to have been missing for many years, suddenly found him and took him into the Wang family.

He had just stumbled through high school at the time.

And what about Cheng Shuwen?

The youngest son of a wealthy family received elite education since childhood, and was raised to be handsome and personable. At a young age, he served as the general manager of Xinyang Real Estate.

Cheng Shuwen is very etiquette. Wang Weichu knew that even if Cheng Shuwen didn't like him, he would not comment on his temperament or interfere with his dress.

But today...?

Seeing that Wang Weichu was still standing there, he was dumbfounded.

Cheng Shuwen frowned and said, "There will be a distinguished guest at home tomorrow."

At this time, a maid came knocking on the door, and the maid whispered outside the door: "San Shao, Feng Shao is here, it's downstairs..."

As soon as the maid finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Cheng Shuwen reached out and opened the door.

"Brother Cheng, I'll come to see you!"

The voice fell, and a young man stepped in.

Armani's suit was worn loosely on him, and at first glance he looked like a rich boy who was out of character.

He was originally smiling, but after seeing Wang Weichu, the smile in his eyes disappeared immediately, and even revealed a bit of contempt.

Wang Weichu was already used to it.

Cheng Shuwen took him to dinner with friends for the first time, and Wang Weichu made a joke because he didn't know how to eat the Ise lobster dish on the table.

After that, Cheng Shuwen's friends somewhat disliked him, thinking that he was not worthy of Cheng Shuwen.

In fact, sometimes Wang Weichu feels the same way.

He feels that no matter his name or his life experience, he is like a cannon fodder passerby in literary works.

Only Cheng Shuwen is the only variable.

"I heard that Cen Yao is back, have you contacted him? I can't get through on the phone with him..." The Feng Shao turned his head and put on his smile again.

Cheng Shuwen's face softened a lot: "Well, I just contacted and said that I will come to my house for dinner tomorrow."

"Haha, I knew that he would definitely answer your call. Okay, we won't join in the fun tomorrow... The day after tomorrow? Let's get together again the day after tomorrow."

Their conversations were familiar and joyous.

But joy did not flow into Wang Weichu's heart.

Wang Weichu only felt numbness in his hands and feet, and the whole person froze.

Cen Yao.

He had heard the name, and had heard it countless times.

"Cen Shao is so good-looking, tsk, it's similar to the snow lotus on the mountain that day, understand? It's good-looking and unattainable."

"Cen Shao's family, it used to be an old overseas Chinese, rich, well-established, old-fashioned, extravagant... In the capital, it used to be a benchmark!"

"Cen Shao is the only son in the family, and he was excellent in both academics and character when he was a child. When he was in junior high school, I don't know how many little girls had a crush..."

...

These words came from the mouths of many people.

In the end, they all said, "How dare Cheng Shuwen like him? Isn't this a hopeless thing?"

Cen Yao is the white moonlight in Cheng Shuwen's heart, and he admires but can't ask for it. Almost the whole city knows it.

Wang Weichu later found out.

He even knew from their mouths that he was not even one percent of that Bai Yueguang.

So... the honored guest in Cheng Shuwen's mouth is referring to him?

Wang Weichu went out silently, and when he was in the corridor, he raised his hand and pressed his chest, pressing down the panic.

Feng Shao's voice came from behind: "Alas, if it wasn't for Cen Yao's grandfather knowing that you like Cen Yao, you wouldn't have to marry such a person and go home to avoid suspicion..."

"All right."

"Okay, I won't talk about it, let's talk about the land in the south of the city..."

"Um."

Cheng Shuwen closed the door.

Their voices gradually muffled.

Wang Weichu raised his hand and pressed his cheek.

He thought he would cry, but he didn't. His expression was tight, and there were no tears.

When he first arrived at Cheng's house, he would still be embarrassed and cry because of other people's troubles, but he doesn't anymore.

Wang Weichu grabbed the card and walked out.

At least... At least at times like this, Cheng Shuwen will still protect him.

Maybe he doesn't love him, but they have a marriage certificate.

According to Cheng Shuwen, Wang Weichu called his friend Jin Yao to buy clothes together.

Jin Yao is an inexperienced little model.

Why did Wang Weichu know him? That was one day after meeting friends with Cheng Shuwen, they came out of the clubhouse and saw Jin Yao being pressed in the car to strip clothes.

Where has Wang Weichu ever seen such a battle?

He suddenly thought of himself who was bullied and ridiculed at the Cheng family banquet and was unable to resist.

So Wang Weichu asked Cheng Shuwen to rescue Jin Yao.

Cheng Shuwen complied with his request. This also led to Wang Weichu thinking that Cheng Shuwen was very good to him for a long time.

After that, Wang Weichu and Jin Yao became friends.

"Try this one?" Jin Yao said back.

Wang Weichu held down his thoughts and nodded to take it.

Jin Yao leaned against the door and smiled: "Mr. Cheng is really generous to you... It's a pity that I don't have a good father, and no one likes me. Otherwise, I would be willing to be a husband and wife."

"..."

Jin Yao has a slender figure, his hair is permed to golden, and his face is only the size of a palm.

Many men will like this look.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you yet. Why did Mr. Cheng suddenly give you the card and ask you to buy clothes? You seemed to say that Mr. Cheng doesn't care about this."

Only then did Wang Weichu say, "...Cen Yao is coming to our house as a guest."

"Cen Yao? That Cen Yao!" Jin Yao stood up straight.

Jin Yao said, "Then you should buy it more expensive."

Many clothes that have never been worn on the body were carried over by Jin Yao.

Wang Weichu endured the embarrassment, tried one by one, and finally packed several pieces, which cost a total of more than 60,000. When Wang Weichu looked at the card swiping, he still felt a little pain.

"How much is this? Huh." Jin Yao said, "When I see Cen Yao, it's a bit fierce! Let him know, who is always with Cheng now!"

Wang Weichu nodded.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next evening.

Wang Weichu changed his clothes and walked out the door.

Mother Cheng pulled her face down immediately: "What does it look like?"

Cheng Shuwen looked back and was stunned.

The bright silver shirt and black trousers were placed on Wang Weichu's body, which was very strange. ...it seems too dignified. It's even a little... sassy.

Cheng Shuwen couldn't help frowning and was about to speak.

The housekeeper walked in and said with a smile on his face, "Young Master Cen is here."

Wang Weichu felt cramped, his heart beat faster, his limbs tensed, as if he was about to faint in the next moment.

Mother Cheng and Shuwen Cheng didn't say anything anymore, and they went out the door in unison to greet them.

Together with Cheng's father, Cheng's eldest brother, and Cheng's second sister who rarely go home.

...Cen Yao is really a "honored guest".

Wang Weichu followed to the door and looked up.

From the black car, a young man got off.

He is 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black suit and an emerald brooch, looking dazzling and expensive.

Wang Weichu was stunned unconsciously.

The man is really good-looking, so that Wang Weichu couldn't find the right words to describe him.

His face is handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes are indifferent, and he looks extraordinarily abstinent, not gay at all. It's normal that he doesn't like Cheng Shuwen.

"Finally waiting for you." Cheng Shuwen put on a smile on his face.

Others also greeted him warmly.

But he has always been indifferent, and the others seem to be used to it, and their enthusiasm is still undiminished.

Wang Weichu took other people's reactions into his eyes with the corner of his eye, and then turned his eyes again.

...the man is looking at him.

Cen Yao is watching him!

Cen Yao was looking at Wang Weichu.

He was only twenty-three years old, and he still had a youthful air between a teenager and a young man. The facial features are straight, and the eyebrows are beautiful. It's just that the hairstyle is a little silly, and the expression is also wooden.

Cen Yao's eyes fell slightly.

He was wearing a bright silver shirt and black trousers today. The former is dazzling, the latter is dull. When paired together, it was like erotic desire to break free from the shackles, bringing out a secret amorous feelings that he probably didn't even notice himself.

Cen Yao's throat moved.

Wang Weichu's limbs became even more numb.

The man in front of him did look too good, like the top of a mountain.

Wang Weichu was afraid of him.

"What are you doing standing? Yaoyao come in." Mother Cheng greeted them to enter the restaurant and take their seats.

Father Cheng sat in the center.

On the right are Mother Cheng, Wang Weichu, and Miss Cheng Er.

On the left were Cen Yao and Cheng Shuwen. Brother Cheng, who had always been sitting in front, was at the bottom of the line today.

The maids brought the dishes to the table one after another.

Wang Weichu looked at the table full of dishes, but felt uneasy.

What is this?

Wang Weichu thought in a trance.

The whole Cheng family warmly entertained the white moonlight in his husband's heart.

He's just like the superfluous one.

Especially his outfit today, probably in their eyes, it's not even on the table...

"Yaoyao try this dish, I remember you loved it when you were a child." Mother Cheng said with a smile.

Cheng Shuwen immediately said, "I'll clip it for you. Use public chopsticks."

Wang Weichu never heard Cen Yao respond.

But this did not dampen Cheng Shuwen's enthusiasm, and the voices of Cheng's family were crowded on the dining table.

It was completely different from when he was in front of Wang Weichu.

Everything was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Weichu's chest hard.

Wang Weichu wanted to find a hole to dig into.

At this moment, Wang Weichu's trouser legs climbed up.

a little itchy.

The grief in Wang Weichu's heart was suppressed.

He clenched his chopsticks tightly.

Is it an illusion?

That itch quickly became worse.

Wang Weichu's heart pounded, and he knocked off the napkin.

The others didn't notice him, so no one scolded him for being unruly.

Wang Weichu pursed his lips and bent down to pick it up.

Wearing black suit pants and slender straight legs hooked him.

Wang Weichu clenched the napkin tightly and straightened his waist suddenly.

Cheng Shuwen only noticed his movement, so he frowned and reprimanded in a low voice, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Wang Weichu's throat was dry, his limbs were tense, and he couldn't say a word.

He unconsciously looked at Cen Yao again.

Cheng Shuwen said to Cen Yao with a slightly blue face: "I forgot to introduce you just now... This is Wang Weichu, I... my wife."

Cen Yao's face was still indifferent, and he seemed extraordinarily abstinent.

But this noble and elegant, indifferent and unapproachable Bai Yueguang hooked his leg under the table...

Bai Yueguang stared at him, and finally opened his mouth. He called out, "Wang... Wei... Chu." He read each word slowly, as if he was holding his ordinary and ordinary name on the tip of his tongue.

Wang Weichu's mind exploded.