deliberate kiss

Chapter 487 Exclusive Rose (End)

On the day Meng Tingxu and Qin He returned to Beicheng, the fine raindrops in the sky stretched together and entangled into a dense net.

She got out of the car and was held by Qin He's wrist.

His voice fell on her ear, hoarse and gentle: "Be careful."

These days, his mood has softened a lot, and most of the time, he looks so gentle and gentle.

He originally had a gentle and elegant face, such soft-spoken, very pretentious.

Meng Tingxu looked up at him, bumped into his smiling eyes, and couldn't help but smile, "What's the matter with you these days?
"What's wrong?"

"Why is your temper so good? Did you do something behind my back?" She joked with a smile.

Qin He was laughed at by her, and looked at her leisurely, teasing: "You like me to be fierce to you every day?"

"When have you been so mean to me?" Meng Tingxu retorted, walked into the umbrella, and snuggled into the man's arms.

"Xuxu," Qin He stroked her hair, and suddenly looked at his face seriously, he sighed lightly, as if in compromise, and said softly, "Where is it willing?"

Meng Tingxu didn't react for a while, and asked stupidly, "What do you mean?"

"Where are you willing to kill you?" Qin He sighed, and the hand on the back of her head ruffled her hair, his eyes were deep: "I will feel bad."

It wasn't that there was no one around, Meng Tingxu's ears blushed, and he gently pushed him.

When the two entered the room, Qin Shiyu and Xin Tian were not there, and all the elders of the Qin family were present.

Everyone's eyes fell on Qin He at once, someone stood up slowly, and said in a solemn and steady voice, "Patriarch."

Qin He took warm water from the servant at the side, passed it to Meng Tingxu, and coaxed her to go upstairs, "I have something to do, you go up first."

Meng Tingxu looked at him curiously, and subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

"About work," Qin He paused, and continued, "Don't worry, I can handle it myself."

Meng Tingxu didn't know whether he believed it or not, he nodded hesitantly, looked at him eagerly for a while, and said, "Then I'll go up first."

As soon as Meng Tingxu left, the already dull atmosphere at the scene became even more depressing.

Qin He sat on the sofa calmly, took the tea on the table, and sipped it calmly.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what Qin He was thinking for a while, so they didn't speak.

"Since everyone is here, it's better to speak up if you have anything to say." Qin He put down his teacup and raised his eyes, the moles of tears in his eyes were eye-catching.

He hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled coldly: "I don't like to play tricks in private, everyone is here, so we might as well discuss it."

"Since you said that, then I will speak directly." An old man who seemed to be quite respectable at the scene got up and looked at Qin He with burning eyes: "I heard people say that you plan to adopt a child?"

"What's the problem?" Qin He smiled and looked at the speaker coldly: "Is this illegal?"

"You should know why we came here today." The person who spoke eased his emotions, and continued: "You are the head of the Qin family. Have you considered the Qin family for such hasty adoption?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene began to move around.

"That's right, the blood of our Qin family, how can we use adoption instead of our own?"

"Patriarch, you still have to think more about the Qin family."

"You and your wife are young, why don't you have one yourself?"

Qin He knew what these people were here for early on, so he was not surprised.It's just that they are so straightforward, which still makes him find it interesting.

He curled the corners of his lips, smiled coldly and indifferently, twirling the cup in his hand with his fingertips, lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Patriarch." Seeing this, the old man who spoke at the beginning gritted his teeth and continued: "Can you give us a reason? It's good, why did you write the irrelevant child under your name, didn't you?"

But before he finished speaking, Qin He's calm voice sounded slowly.

He calmly and unhurriedly said: "I am sterile."

A dead silence.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

Qin He smiled, still looking calm and indifferent.

He opened his mouth and slowly repeated what he said just now: "I said, I don't have the ability to give birth."

This time, there was the sound of cups falling to the ground.

The astonishment on everyone's faces was too late to restrain.

But Qin He didn't seem to know how shocking the world he just said, he stood up and looked down at the crowd who challenged him, "Is this reason sufficient?"

Meng Tingxu didn't know all this.

Just when she was sleepy, someone gently hugged her from behind her.

His breath fell on her neck, it was warm, "Sleeping?"

Meng Tingxu rubbed his eyes and curled into his arms.

She looked up at him with bright eyes: "Are you busy?"

"Well, it's almost over."

"Then what did you talk to them downstairs just now?" Meng Tingxu asked curiously, "I heard a lot of people talking."

"I didn't say anything," Qin He kissed her hair with an infinitely nostalgic attitude: "Don't worry, I will take care of all the bad things. Xuxu, as long as you are by my side, you will be happy."

There was a sweet feeling spreading in Meng Tingxu's chest.

The rain outside the window has not stopped, there is the sound of rain hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows, making a crackling sound.

Qin He looked at the rain, patted Meng Tingxu's back lightly, and said, "Tonight, I'll cook for you at home."

"When did you learn to cook?" Meng Tingxu was surprised.

"When I was in Jingcheng, I learned from Zhou Jingwei." Qin He's fingertips were soft to the touch. He lowered his eyebrows and groped the latter's waist that was unintentionally exposed, "When the time comes, you can try it. See how I'm doing."

"Need to say?" Meng Tingxu smiled, "It's definitely not good."

Outside the window, the rain is gurgling, and the autumn is fading
Qiao Jingxue put the resignation letter in front of Wang Quan, with an apologetic expression on her face, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I may not be able to continue this job."

Looking at the resignation letter in front of him, Wang Quan was in a daze for a moment, and then couldn't help but sighed, "Have you figured it out? Sisi, as long as you pass the internship period, I can let you directly sit in the middle management. Do you want to come back?" Think about it?"

"I've thought about it," Qiao Yesi confirmed with a smile on her face, and said seriously, "I plan to be with Zhou Siheng."

"That's not a simple man." Wang Quan was a little unwilling, more angry, "You are still young, and there is no way to control him, or is it because you are vain and fancy Zhou Siheng's money and power?"

These words were beyond Qiao Yesi's expectation.

She stared at Wang Quan in a daze, obviously stunned for a moment.

After a long silence, she slowly said: "Mr. Wang, the matter between me and Zhou Siheng is my own business. I have no obligation to explain it to you. Thank you for taking care of me in the company during this time. If you don't Anything else, I'll leave first."

Wang Quan felt annoyed for a while, couldn't help standing up, and said hastily: "That's not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter what you mean," Qiao Yesi pursed her lips, her eyes became firm, "I've already thought about it."

"Sisi." Wang Quan said with a hoarse voice: "You are a very good girl, I hope your life will be smooth, if I was overly emotional just now, don't take it to heart."

Seeing that Qiao Yesi's face softened, he smiled and said, "No matter what, I still bless you and hope that you can have the happiness that belongs to you."

Qiao Yesi nodded, more or less slightly touched.

She raised a smile, looked at Wang Quan's sincere face, and said softly: "Thank you, goodbye."

Wang Quan watched the former leave the office.

After Qiao Yesi left, he sat down slowly and looked at the one-inch photo that he put in the drawer.

It was taken from Qiao Yesi's resume, and Wang Quan held it in his hand with a slightly dazed expression.

If he had known this was the result, he would have taken the initiative a little earlier.
Qiao Yesi saw Zhou Siheng standing at the door of the company, wearing a black jacket and white sneakers.

He rarely dresses like this, and he looks a lot younger in an instant.

Qiao Yesi walked towards him with a smile in his eyes: "Why is Mr. Zhou here?"

"Come to pick up your girlfriend," Zhou Siheng paused, the smile on his lips deepened, and he said seriously, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Qiao Yesi took the initiative to hold Zhou Siheng's hand, and joked, "Anyway, you still have a lifetime, so you can pay it back to me slowly."

Zhou Siheng looked deeply at the girl's joyful and brave look, and there was an indelible softness in his eyes, he whispered: "You really plan to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"You regret it?"

"How can it be?" Zhou Siheng smiled, with unusually seductive arcs drawn at the corners of his eyes, he said slowly: "I will never, ever regret it to you, Sisi, I am just afraid that you will regret it. You are still very young, You bet your future on me."

The bustling traffic passed by in the distance, and Qiao Yesi saw a battery car among them.

Young couple smiling and hugging each other on the dusty road.

For some reason, her eyes became hot.

"Zhou Siheng," she squeezed his hand very tightly, "Then will you let me lose the bet?"

"No," the latter was equally serious, and solemnly said at the gate where someone occasionally passed by: "As long as I live, I will love you as long as I live."

The time seems to have returned to that afternoon.

The girl Qiao Yesi ran down from the car, her eyes were bright and energetic, she looked at herself and smiled, just like she does now.

And he seemed to finally understand what is the most important thing in life.

Nothing but the one you love is by your side
There were not many people in Ling'an Temple this season, Zhou Jingwei led Cheng Weiyue to climb up from the foot of the mountain.

It was still the same as before, with his back to her, the smile in his eyes brilliant.

There are withered and yellow leaves scattered all over the ground, and when you step on them, they will make a rustling sound.

Cheng Weiyue was lying on Zhou Jingwei's back, her eyes glanced over the towering old trees and the moss on the stone steps, and finally fell on the smiling side face of the man.

Her face was pressed against his neck, rubbing against him like a kitten, her eyebrows and eyes curved, "Zhou Jingwei, am I heavy?"

"Not heavy." Zhou Jingwei said lightly, "I'm happy."

He walked without changing his face, and it seemed that he was really not serious at all.

Cheng Weiyue's heart softened, she was indescribably happy.

"Then I really won't come down."

"I'm carrying it, how can I let you go?" He said.

There is still incense burning under the acacia tree, and everything is the same as before.

Standing under the acacia tree, Cheng Weiyue heard the sound of the wind blowing the bell, which was crisp and melodious.

Zhou Jingwei wrote on a piece of red silk and hung it on the top of a tree.

It's too high, Cheng Weiyue didn't see it with her feet on her feet, and asked him: "What did you write?"

Zhou Jingwei pinched her face with a smile and joked, "What's the good of telling you?"

He smiled gracefully, raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses, and looked undisciplined and lazy.

Cheng Weiyue was very curious by his appearance, she pretended to scratch her head and wanted to know, "Just tell me, what did you write?"

"Nothing written."

Cheng Weiyue didn't believe it, and pestered him for a long time.

The Buddha statue in the main hall was getting closer and closer, and Cheng Weiyue, who was making a fuss all the way, also calmed down, and followed Zhou Jingwei into it.

The cushion is low, and kneeling on it makes the Buddha statue in front of you more magnificent.

Cheng Weiyue glanced at it, closed her eyes tightly, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed to make a wish.

"I hope my parents are in good health, Zhou Jingwei can always be by my side, and I hope everyone around me is well."

She muttered, not noticing that Zhou Jingwei had been looking at her.

The man also put his hands together on his chest, and turned his face to look at the serious girl.

He didn't tell her that the wish he wrote on the red silk was: "There are lights in every house in this world, and there will be one that lights up for me."

All Buddhas above, accept my knock.
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　　As long as Ning Yuan can remember, Shen Dang has been a frequent visitor to her house.

　　Standing under the dappled eaves of the verandah, the young man Shen Dang had a cold and cold face that seemed devoid of smoke and fire. He was dressed in washed and whitish clothes, revealing poverty from head to toe.

　　He took the money from the butler, and when he left, his back was straight and thin.

　　Ning Yuan had only met him a few times, and she only remembered that the young man's pupils were dark and his eyes were calm.

　　The difference between cloud and mud is not even a person of the same world.

　　Ning Yuan's last memory of Shen Dang when she was a teenager was the appearance of him kneeling in the snow at the age of 20.

　　The petite and bright girl spoke coldly, her eyes were full of disgust, and she was extremely taunting: "If I had known that you were the poor boy who reached out to ask my family for money, I would not be friends with you. You are not worthy of me at all!"

　　Shen Dang just listened in silence, except for his red eyes, nothing unusual, when he left, his back was as tall and straight as before.

　　Over the years, the impoverished boy has become a business upstart.There was no retaliation, and he even spared one more look at her.

　　Until later, the man who had always been invisible became red-eyed after drunk, clasped her wrist and said in a hoarse voice, "Yuan, what about now? Am I worthy of you now?"

　　[When the word geese returns, the moon is full on the west building. 】

　　[The moment Shen Dang saw Ning Yuan, he realized that those who rely on time to let go can't stand goodbye. 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)