Rebirth of a wealthy family: the cultivation of a fierce wife

Chapter 547
The two of them entered the room like this, Xiaodao took advantage of the momentum and closed the door with his backhand.

To Ding Lan's surprise, after entering the room, the knife did not continue, but pushed her away with a sudden force.

However, his hands did not leave Ding Lan's body. His two big hands, like two red-hot iron tongs, just grabbed Ding Lan's shoulders tightly, causing slight pain.

At that moment, Ding Lan saw himself in Xiaodao's eyes.

only myself!

Xiaodao had a gloomy face that seemed to be lowered in the next second, blue veins burst out on the forehead, thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and the lines of the whole face were as tough as if they could cut out the edges and corners ,
Ding Lan looked at such a small knife and suddenly laughed.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Ding Lan paused every word, five words, and said softly, like a feather gently brushing against Xiaodao's heart, but like a heavy hammer, hitting his chest fiercely.

At this moment, from Ding Lan's smile, Xiaodao finally saw a toughness and disguise that was different from usual.

But Xiaodao has long been unwilling to wake up.

The eyes as deep as night wolves suddenly tightened, Xiaodao took a step forward and moved closer to Ding Lan.

The distance between the two of them was shortened in such a sudden, Ding Lan could clearly smell the faint smell of tobacco on Xiaodao's body, which made you intoxicated and at the same time reassuring.

Then, with a full smile on the corner of Ding Lan's mouth, he heard Xiaodao's deep and heavy voice, as if mixed with gravel, slowly rippling in his ears little by little.

他 说:

"Ding Lan, look clearly, who am I?"

Ding Lan giggled, but her eyes were extremely clear and determined, like a child who can't lie:
"Small, knife!"

Ding Lan's answer made Xiaodao's eyes darken a little bit. Such an answer seemed to be within his expectation, but also seemed to be beyond his expectation.

Therefore, he felt a little uncertain, and he clenched Ding Lan's shoulders even more forcefully, saying every word:
"Who are you waiting for?"

Ding Lan paused, as if she noticed that Xiaodao's reaction was a little too solemn and pious, and she immediately suppressed the smile on her lips.Stretching out his arm like a water snake, he firmly hooked Xiaodao's neck, and slowly opened his lips:

"you!"

"who am I?"

"Small knife..."

Ding Lan hadn't finished uttering the final sound of the word "dao" before being kissed and sealed by the knife, swallowing all the words and emotions in silence.

Xiao Dao closed his eyes, he didn't care about it, he didn't think about it, he didn't care whether she was on drugs, whether she was awake or hallucinating, as long as she had herself in her eyes and in her heart at this moment, that was enough!

What happens next is always out of control.

The two of them went from the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the balcony, and from the balcony to the bathroom. It seemed that every part of Ding Lan's room left the shadow of the two of them when they were in love.

Until the end, Ding Lan fell into a deep sleep in the arms of the knife.

Ding Lan's expression was calm in her sleep, her fierce aura was gone, she was as safe as a child.

Xiaodao just looked at Ding Lan in his arms quietly, the light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Gradually regaining his sanity, Xiaodao couldn't help but start to think.At this moment, her frankness, I don't know if it is really because of the drug.

But when the effects of the medicine wear off, Ding Lan wakes up?
Will it become that cold, inaccessible Ding Lan who is covered in hard armor again?

Xiao Dao had a headache, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Whether it will or not, this time, he will not let go.

Never again!

……

When Ding Lan woke up, it was already the night of the second day.

This time, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the knife lying beside her. However, he was not sleeping, but was half leaning on the head of the bed. The profile of his side face was as deep as if it had been carved with a knife and axe.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the faint light of fire dancing on the fingertips of the knife.

At that moment, Ding Lan suddenly felt very peaceful in his heart.

Maybe this man didn't know that at the moment when he was on the verge of collapse and wanted to end his life, it was him, his voice, and his face that saved him!
Ding Lan only felt that a piece of solid ice in his heart was slowly melting, gradually turning into a puddle of water, rippling gently.

Xiaodao finished smoking a cigarette, turned around and snuffed it out, and when he turned around, he saw Ding Lanqing staring at him for a moment with a pair of watery eyes, and couldn't help being taken aback.

"woke up?"

"Ok!"

Ding Lan let out a word from his throat in a low voice, only to realize that his voice was a bit hoarse.

Xiao Dao heard something strange, pursed his lips, got out of bed silently, went to the living room and poured Ding Lan a glass of water.Ding Lan took the water glass, drank it in one gulp, and when handing the glass back to Xiao Dao, she suddenly said:

"Xiaodao, accompany me to a place."

Xiaodao froze, faintly feeling that Ding Lan wanted to tell him something, and then nodded.

In the dim night, with neon lights flashing, Xiaodao drove the car, driving unhurriedly on the streets of M City, Ding Lan sat in the co-pilot's seat, propping his head on his arms lazily.

She was rarely so quiet, Xiaodao watched from the corner of her eye from time to time, always felt that today's Ding Lan was different from usual, but she also seemed to feel that the one beside her was the real Ding Lan.

That lonely soul hidden under the hard armor and cold edge!
The car drove out of the city all the way and entered the suburbs.

At the gate of Xishan Cemetery, Xiaodao stopped the car, and the two got out of the car.

Coming to the cemetery at this time, indeed, coming to a place like the cemetery at this time will make people feel surprised.But when Ding Lan wanted to come, Xiao Dao didn't ask any questions and brought her along.

Because I know that Ding Lan will not make trouble for no reason.

The two of them walked quietly in the cemetery side by side. The rows of cold and solemn tombstones could not disturb Ding Lan's mood at the moment.

The moment she decided to come here with a knife, she planned to tell all about her past.

She didn't worry, Xiaodao would hate and even stay away from her after knowing about it.

She believed in her eyes, and also in the knife.

Therefore, the two of them stopped until they reached a granite tombstone.

Ding Lan didn't speak right away, but squatted down slowly. Seeing the situation, Xiaodao couldn't help but carefully looked at the tombstone.

Strangely, there is only one photo above, but no lettering.

You know, such a tombstone can be regarded as a heterogeneous one.However, the appearance of the woman in the photo is so similar to Ding Lan's eyebrows and eyes, so it is not difficult for Xiaodao to imagine the relationship between the two.

It's just that not even engraving an inscription is really like Ding Lan's style of doing things.

Xiaodao was thinking secretly, when Ding Lan's voice came faintly:

"The one lying here is my mother!"

Xiaodao pursed her lips, and Ding Lan continued to speak immediately:
"Xiaodao, I brought you to see my mother because I wanted to tell you about my past!"

Xiaodao squatted down slowly, right next to Ding Lan, stretched out a hand, and held her hand tightly.

Ding Lan didn't turn her head back, nor did she respond, she just stared at the tombstone quietly, and slowly told her past events that she didn't recognize...

Ding Lan's mother, in today's standard terms, is an out-and-out mistress.

When she was pregnant with Ding Lan, Ding Lan's father had his own family and children, but Ding Lan's mother did not hesitate to threaten him with pregnancy and childbirth in order to let this man stay with her.

But the result is quite different from the ideal.

The birth of Ding Lan did not make Ding Lan's father feel the slightest joy. Instead, he began to dislike Ding Lan's mother, and even directly proposed to break up.

In Ding Lan's memory, the first and last time he saw his father was when he was five years old.

Mother took her to find her father, but when her father saw her, he was so indifferent, even more indifferent than beggars on the street.

He said that she was not his daughter, and then walked away resolutely.

Ding Lan's mother therefore blamed all the crimes on Ding Lan, and because of the long-term suppressed emotions, gradually, her spirit began to become abnormal.

The young Ding Lan could only get along with her mother cautiously, but even so, her mother left her cruelly in the end, and ended her life alone in the cold bathtub.

Until now, Ding Lan can clearly remember seeing her mother soaked in red blood in the bathroom, looking hideous.

Ding Lan was later sent to an orphanage.

But she never talks to people, nor communicates with anyone. She only paints, and puts all her emotions and language in the paintings.

It's just that the tones used in her paintings are very gray and gloomy, which makes people feel inexplicably suffocated when they look at them.

Later, she was adopted by a good friend of her mother's life, and she grew up like this.At that time, although Ding Lan's character was a little cold, she was definitely not like she is now.

The matter of her parents has long been deeply imprinted in her heart, so she never dared to touch her feelings easily.

When she went to university, there were countless boys who pursued her, but Ding Lan never even looked at her. She even thought that the most suitable thing for a person like herself was to die alone.

Until, that man appeared!

That man let her know what it means to be loved and what happiness is. Ding Lan once thought that she could really get rid of the shadow of her past parents and embrace life again.

She willingly gave herself away, because she is such a person, once in love, there is no reservation.

It's a pity that the man who lifted her to heaven ruthlessly threw her to hell one day!

Because, he told her himself that he was married!

At that moment, Ding Lan seemed to have returned to the year when she was five years old. Her father looked at her and her mother with disgust, disgust, and even contempt.

Like her mother, she became a third party!
(End of this chapter)