[MTL]After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can't Leave

Ch 2

　　Tan Mingqing quickly turned back and took the phone away. When he saw the missed call, his face changed slightly, and he hurried out of the library while calling back.

　　The library was quiet again, but Song Linchu, who was always focused, was a little absent-minded, and the string of phone numbers flashed through his mind from time to time.

　　He simply put down his pen, took out his mobile phone, opened the search bar of WeChat, entered the string of mobile phone numbers in it, and a name popped up: Tan Yue.

　　He actually used his real name as his WeChat nickname.

　　It seems to be a rather rigid and serious old man.

　　However, this also made Song Linchu more certain of his identity. In all likelihood, he was that wealthy uncle of Tan Mingqing.

　　The other party's signature is blank, and the avatar is not distinctive. If you want to know more, you can only get acquainted with WeChat.

　　Song Linchu stared at the words "add to address book" for a long time, then he closed the add interface.

　　Forget it, it's too outrageous, it's not too bad.

　　After two days, the weather became colder and colder, the wind was biting, and the sky was gray. It looked like it was going to snow.

　　After class in the evening, Song Linchu returned to the dormitory. Only Su Zhan was in the dormitory. Li Chang probably went on a date with his girlfriend.

　　"Linchu, it's just in time for you to come back. Help me see if this dress fits me?" Su Zhan greeted him when he saw him come in.

　　It was only then that Song Linchu realized that Su Zhan was wearing a small white suit. This suit was finely crafted and had a good temperament on the upper back.

　　It turns out that the saying that people rely on clothes is true.

　　Song Linchu replied casually: "It fits well."

　　"Really, this is the first time I wear this kind of custom-made dress. I always feel uncomfortable, and I don't know if I will make a fool of myself when I go to the reception the day after tomorrow."

　　Song Linchu put down his schoolbag, too lazy to talk to him.

　　Su Zhan took off his clothes carefully and asked, "Have you ever been to a reception?"

　　Song Linchu: "No."

　　"No, Tan..." Su Zhan just said a word, seemed to realize something again, covered his mouth, and said with a smile, "But there is nothing to go, I heard that some bigwigs are socializing, as well as rich young masters looking for each other, must be very boring, if my boyfriend insisted that I go with him, the dress has been ordered for me, I would not bother to go."

　　"..."

　　Song Linchu really felt that his temper was too good to let a fool like Su Zhan ride on his head to show off.

　　If it were a grumpy one, he would have already slapped Su Zhan to the sky and stood shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

　　Song Linchu smiled, and said: "Then I still have to go, so that the reception will not only be social, business, blind dates, but also jokes."

　　Su Zhan's expression changed suddenly: "What do you mean by that?"

　　Song Linchu tilted his head: "You mean whatever it sounds like."

　　"You..." Su Zhan's face turned red and then pale, and then he also smiled.

　　He said in a strange way: "I think some people may never have the opportunity to wear a custom-made dress in this life, and go to such a high-end reception. They are so jealous that they can only hurt others. Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful."