Mr.CEO Looks Exactly Chapter 740: Will you come to my wedding?

Chapter 740: Chapter 740: Will you co to my wedding?

Holding it in her hand, she flipped it open and glanced at it. The na Gong Shaoyu was clearly imprinted in her mind. After hesitating for a while, she picked up the phone beside her, her fingers sliding across the screen a few tis, found the familiar phone number, and pressed dial...

The phone rang a few tis before being answered, and Gong Shaoyu’s sowhat tired voice ca from the other end, "Xinluo, what’s the matter for you to call ?"

Ye Xinluo’s fingers subconsciously squeezed into the phone. She bit her lower lip, hesitated in her heart, organized her words, and then opened her mouth, "Shaoyu, I, I want to talk to you about sothing."

"What is it?" The sound of "rustle" ca from the other end, as if he was looking for sothing. After about half a minute, Gong Shaoyu’s voice ca again.

"Xinluo, is what you’re going to tell

about your wedding?" Holding a calendar in her hand, she gently rubbed it. Today was already the lunar June. It wouldn’t be long before she was getting married.

A hint of loss flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it and gave a bitter smile, "If it’s about that, I already know."

"Shaoyu..." The rest of the words were cut off abruptly. Her fingers tightened around the invitation, but she didn’t know how to start the next part.

Isn’t she being a bit selfish? She clearly knew how he felt about her and still hoped he would co to her wedding... But, they had known each other for four years. She truly saw Gong Shaoyu as an older brother, even as family, hoping he would be there for the most important ti in her life.

She originally wanted to ask, "Will you co to my wedding?" But the words wouldn’t co out.

Both remained silent. Neither had the intention to speak first. She didn’t know how long it had been when she heard a barely audible sigh from his end, and then Gong Shaoyu’s voice reached her ears, "The invitation? Without an invitation, how can I go? Where is the wedding? You have to tell

these things."

"I..." Lowering her gaze, she cald her emotions and continued, "Should I mail the invitation to you? As for the wedding location... I still don’t know. Beichen Rui hasn’t told ."

"Alright then... Send the invitation over. I have sothing to do, talk soon." After saying this, as if afraid she’d notice sothing, he quickly hung up the phone.

She tossed the phone onto her desk, leaned back in the chair, and rubbed her aching temples. After a while, she got up, went to the wine cabinet, and poured herself a glass of wine...

...

The next morning, Ye Xinluo went to the company. Beichen Rui, Mo Han, and Xu Kun were all absent, which gave her a sense of freedom as she sat in the break room chatting with Qin Yin.

"Xinluo, isn’t this a bit too much? There’s only a month left until your wedding and you don’t even know where it’s happening?" Qin Yin glanced at her and couldn’t help but tease.

Ye Xinluo picked up her cup, took a few sips, and responded nonchalantly, "Oh well, I might be the most leisurely bride. I know nothing, and when I ask, he won’t say anything either."

"Isn’t that nice? Look who’s all frazzled during weddings. Having such a good husband, you should be content."

Ye Xinluo smiled and leaned in closer to her, staring at her face for a mont, "Qin Yin, when are you planning to find a boyfriend?"

"Huh?" Qin Yin was stunned and leaned back, "I... it’s still too early. Besides, there’s a lot I haven’t finished yet, I don’t want a boyfriend."

Ye Xinluo: "What unfinished things? What business does a girl have?"