The president tames his wife and loves him deeply

Chapter 109 Are you sure he is worth it?

Lan Shan shook her head.

As if feeling that his reaction was too flat, he immediately shook his head heavily.

"I don't want to."

Qi Mubai looked at her in disbelief, "You're not so heartless, are you?"

This little expression is aggrieved.

It seemed like he was abandoning his scumbag.

Lan Shan said, "I can't protect myself, let alone helping you."

She didn't think Qi Mubai was so helpful.

"I'm in no hurry."

Qi Mubai said: "When you have time..."

"Or when you plan to break up with your benefactor, you should think about this issue carefully."

how to say.

Although Lan Shan thinks that Qi Mubai is just a big boy who can discharge electricity and has a good-looking smile.

But when he looks at you so seriously, there is still an irresistible temptation.

"It probably won't be that time."

Lan Shan said with a smile.

The Shiba Inu was pulling at her trouser legs at her feet.

She turned her head and looked at the Jingshui Garden not far away, "Well, there won't be any."

"Don't jump to conclusions."

Qi Mubai said.

Bending down to pick up the leash, "People who fall think they can go up again, but the reality is often not so satisfactory."

Lan Shan turned to look at him.

There were more and more pedestrians on the road, most of them came out for a walk after dinner, and the whole family walked together, warm and lively.

"Next time."

Qi Mubai pulled on his mask, and led the Shiba Inu to another direction where there were few people.

Lan Shan stood where she was.

I don't know what Qi Mubai's sudden sigh just now meant.

A bit confused.

Simply put it behind.

She can grow old with Mr. Lu, what else can't she do as she wants?
……

Flight at eight o'clock in the morning.

South City.

The temperature dropped drastically, and when Lan Shan was wearing a coat, when she walked out of the airport, she still felt like she had entered an invisible freezer.

Although the wind is not as strong as Ancheng, the wet and cold weather is still a bit overwhelming.

I haven't been back for a long time.

Lan Shan stood on the huge steps outside the airport and looked out.

When she left, this area was still under planning and development. Except for the airport where people were coming and going, the buildings next to it were still empty.

Now at a glance, the tall buildings are full of people.

bustling.

Lan Shan walked through the crowd and called the driver who had made an appointment.

There was no traffic jam on the road.

"Only at the intersection."

said the driver.

He glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Lan Shan was wearing a big mask, except for her pair of overly peachy eyes, she couldn't see her face clearly.

"Ah."

Lan Shan responded.

Gu Ming likes to be clean... To be more precise, it should be a secluded place. The cemetery is in a remote place, but the scenery is really nice.

It takes at least an hour to take a taxi there.

Most people don't go to such remote places, so Lan Shan contacted the driver before returning.

Woke up very early today.

Lan Shan originally wanted to squint in the car for a while.

But since returning to Nancheng, many things in my mind have started to be in wireless surround mode.

No way to calm down.

Looking at the scenery outside the car all the way, keep going away.

"When will Miss Gu go back? If necessary, I will pick you up again."

said the driver.

"Not sure, you go back first."

Lan Shan lowered her head halfway, not in a very good mood.

"It may snow these two days. Nancheng has not seen snow for two years. Ms. Gu is very lucky."

The driver seemed to see that she was depressed and tried to talk.

Lan Shan glanced at the scenery outside and smiled slightly.

did not speak.

The south city is no better than the north, and it snowed every year when I was a child.

Now that the world is warming, even seeing a snow scene depends on luck.

The road to the cemetery was a bit bumpy.

It is enough to show that the place is quite quiet and secluded.

When Lan Shan got out of the car, she could see a particularly potholed road, probably because it had just rained, and it was much worse than when she came here before.

There is an old house not far away, the door is ajar.

However, according to Lan Shan's memory, it seems that it is broken and cannot be closed at all.

She knocked on the door: "Uncle Wu."

The voice has also improved a lot.

It was quite cold outside.

After a while, an old man wrapped in a military overcoat slowly opened the door. His back was more lumpy than before, and he was very thin. There was a small heater in the room, and the lamp tube was broken. Root, and the other one is also running wildly on the road that is about to be scrapped.

There was a three or four-year-old girl nestled in the old rocking chair, she was wrapped up heavily, and she was looking at her with big black eyes.

"Sweep the grave and go up by yourself, I don't charge for it."

The old man said that he was about to close the door.

Lan Shan took off the mask on her face, "Uncle Wu, it's me."

The old man looked at her for a long time before he seemed to recognize her, "It's you."

Lan Shan gave him the things she was carrying, all of which were for the little girl.

The old man thanked him again and again, Lanshan hadn't come back in the past few years, and had always asked him to help take care of Gu Ming's tomb.

"In the past few years, that young man has been coming."

said the gravekeeper.

Lan Shan froze for a moment.

did not speak.

"It's hard to find this kind of man. If it's not some deep hatred, then don't make trouble."

Hearing the old man's voice, she was taken aback.

"I'll go up first."

Lan Shan walked up empty-handed, and the elderly grave guard followed slowly, "Wait...it seems to be raining."

The wind was a little strong, and the sound was blown away in a blink of an eye.

Lan Shan didn't hear it, walking all the way up, looking around, it became more and more empty.

It took about ten minutes to reach the top.

There is a ginkgo tree next to the tomb, the fallen leaves are golden, and there are no leaves, scattered on the ground.

Gu Ming, who will always stay in Fenghua's right age, is just two steps away from her.

Lan Shan walked over, looked at the tombstone and sat down.

It's a little cold down there.

She turned her head to look at Gu Ming's black and white photo, "I originally wanted to bring him back to see you this time."

Lan Shan said: "Unfortunately, he has something to do, next time..."

"You said that things like fate should not be forced too much. I don't believe it, so I forced it, and now... it can be regarded as my wish."

Lan Shan thought about Mr. Lu's appearance yesterday, her brows and eyes softened a lot.

The weather is very gloomy, and even the cemetery in this area is particularly infiltrating.

The sky does not know when, the snowflakes are falling lightly.

The forehead is slightly cool.

Lan Shan didn't look up, "I don't know if you will be lonely by yourself, but that person...is very busy."

Gu Ming never mentioned Gu Yuan to her. I don't know if it was because he hated him too much, or if he really let go.

Lan Shan didn't come back for a long time, she didn't know what to say, so she just said a few words.

The current Gu Ming is actually no different to her.

It's nothing more than that faint gaze is gone.

very quiet.

Lan Shan said, "I'm actually not like you at all."

No wonder Gu Ming doesn't like her so much.

The snow is getting a little heavy.

Lan Shan sat on the ground, a thin layer of snow fell on her coat, her face was a little stiff.

At some point, with her as the center and half a meter in diameter, the snow seemed to stop.

The falling snow next to it was still piling up.

Lan Shan didn't look back.

"You really don't look like her."

The man behind him had a clear voice.

She didn't have to look back, and she knew that the man was Yan Jing.

The familiar feeling of walking together for so many years can no longer be easily forgotten.

The man next to him handed her a bouquet of white roses in his hand.

Extremely random movements.

Like it's been done countless times.

Lan Shan picked it up and placed it in front of Gu Ming's tomb.

"I knew you would be back."

Yan Jing stood beside her, the big black umbrella reflected the white snow, making it more crystal clear and white.

Lan Shan turned around and faced him directly: "If you said this to A Yan, everything would be different."

Yan Jing was silent, "She won't come back."

"Why?"

Lan Shan's expression changed drastically, and she stretched out her hand and gave him a strong push, "Why do you say such things? How did she treat you back then? Could it be...you really didn't feel the slightest bit moved?"

"No."

Yan Jing was pushed by her and almost slipped by the snow.

He stood still, still looking gentle and peaceful.

"If I were her, I would never come back."

Lan Shan wanted to pounce on him and beat him up.

But now she looked so weak even when she raised her hand, she almost gritted her teeth, "So you will never be her."

Lan Shan turned around and left, Yan Jing held an umbrella and strode beside her, her pace was unhurried, just keeping the speed of walking with her.

The anger is rising slowly, and there are tombstones along the road, so it is not easy to disturb people's cleanliness.

She pressed forward and walked down the steps almost at a gallop.

But Yan Jingren has tall legs and long legs, so he can always walk with her at the same close distance.

Lan Shan became angry, and stood still: "Mr. Yan, I am very grateful that you visit my mother every year, but there is absolutely no need to trouble you like this, and please don't come here again in the future."

"Also, you are not my elder brother, and there is no relationship that you must meet. In the future... please don't act like you are very familiar with me."

Lan Shan looked at him with serious eyes, "Thank you."

Yan Jing was slightly taken aback.

Lan Shan didn't wait for him to speak, and walked down first, Yan Jing suddenly reached out to her.

Lan Shan flicked it, but accidentally knocked the umbrella out of Yan Jing's hand.

The black umbrella rolled down the steps, bringing up scattered snow.

The two stood together in the snow, and the wind seemed to be getting colder.

"For Lu Suiran?"

Yan Jing spoke suddenly, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"Otherwise, could it be someone else?"

Lan Shan asked back as a matter of course.

Regarding Mr. Lu, she never needed to think too much.

"Alan."

Yan Jing called her in a low voice.

A little helpless, but gentle.

Lan Shan didn't look at him, walked down the steps, bent down, and picked up the black umbrella.

As soon as I got up, I saw a pair of men and women who were extremely seductive not far away, walking by the tombstone.

The snowflakes drifted slowly.

Lan Shan's vision was so blurry, she unconsciously held the handle of the umbrella, her gaze seemed to be frozen.

Yan Jing didn't know when he came to her side, held her cold hand, held up the umbrella, and said in a low voice, "Are you sure, he is worth it?"

(End of this chapter)