Fall in love with kissing you

No, she must stop this possibility.

Chu Qing

Now the only way is to get Chuqing back.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket. She found Chu Qing's number from her address book and dialed it out.

Who knows, the phone has been hung up after only a few rings.

Staring at the mobile phone screen, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but curse.

With a deep breath, she dialed Chuqing's phone again

After repeating this several times, the anger in Zhang Yuan's chest was a little unbearable.

As soon as she raised her hand, she slapped her mobile phone on the windowsill.

"What? Do you want to call Chuqing back?" Ning Qingcheng's voice came faintly from the door.

Looking back, she glanced at her fiercely. Zhang Yuan pursed her lips hard and didn't say a word for a long time.

Ring his hands on his chest, Ning Qingcheng leaned lazily on the door frame: "I think you don't know one thing? Chu Qing and Yan Siyuan are ready for a formal divorce."

Now she still wants to use Chuqing to keep Yan Siyuan's heart?

When did Zhang Yuan become so naive?

Formal divorce?

When these four words hurt Zhang Yuan's eardrum, her head roared. For a moment, she didn't know what response to make.

When did this happen?

Why didn't Si Yuan mention it to her?

There was some disorder in her mind, but in front of Ning Qingcheng, Zhang Yuan still hung her lips and smiled mockingly: "even if Chu Qing really divorced Yan Siyuan, what do you think? Do you think Ning Yaner can marry into our Yan family after they divorced?"

With her hands behind her, she swaggered closer and closer to Ning Qingcheng: "anyway, I'm always Siyuan's mother! I tell you, as long as I don't agree with this marriage, Ning Yaner will never marry into our family."

Seeing Ning Qingcheng's words so firmly, Ning Qingcheng couldn't help smiling.

But the smile had disappeared before it reached the bottom of my eyes.

Every single word or phrase, "has the answer been right?" Zhang Yuan said, "something is not what you has the final say."

"This is Yan's family. Everyone outside knows that I am Yan Zhenbang's wife who has helped each other for more than ten years." Ning Qingcheng, what is she? Just a temporary guest.

She wants to be the speaker? Isn't it too big?

"Before the last minute, we can't tell the result of the matter, can we?" he took a deep look at her, Ning Qingcheng threw a look at her, and then turned and left

When Ning Qingcheng went downstairs, Yan Zhenbang was the only one left in the living room.

While Yan Zhenbang didn't pay attention, she stretched out her hand and twisted it off the back of her hand.

The sudden pain immediately made her eyes red. She slowly walked to Yan Zhenbang and sat down: "Zhenbang."

"Hmm?" Yan Zhenbang gently picked his eyebrow and looked at Ning Qingcheng.

When he noticed Ning Qingcheng's red eyes, there was a suspicious light in the depths of his eyes.

Stretched out a hand on the back of her hand, Yan Zhenbang couldn't help asking, "Qingcheng, what's the matter with you?"

He gently stroked the corner of his eyes with his fingers. Ning Qingcheng gently shook his head. There was some emotion in his tone: "no, I found an old photo in the room just now, so I thought of the past."

"Before?"

"HMM." she hung her eyes, and her slender eyelashes cast a lead gray reflection on her eyelids, so the expression on her face was a little dark: "don't you remember? It was clear that we had reached the point of talking about marriage before, but..."

At this point, it stopped abruptly. She pursed her lips, and the expression on her face was self-evident.

"It's been so many years. What do you say and do now?" Yan Zhenbang also has mixed feelings when referring to the previous things.

Now that he and Qingcheng's children have grown up, it doesn't make much sense to mention these old events.

Hearing the speech, Ning Qingcheng immediately sobbed: "I know, these things have passed. There were some things I wanted to rot in my stomach, but..."

"But what?" her appearance immediately aroused Yan Zhenbang's suspicion.

"Just now I met Zhang Yuan upstairs. She said that she would never let Yan'er marry Si Yuan anyway." after a pause, she raised her eyelids and took a look at Yan Zhenbang. She was eager to stop talking and bit her lips: "she also said that if she was forced to hurry, she would break up us like more than ten years ago..."

"What did you say?" Yan Zhenbang flew into a rage: "do you mean that Zhang Yuan was a hindrance to the original thing?"

"This is what she told me." she looked at him with her wronged eyes: "after so many years, don't you know what kind of person I am?"

He naturally knows what kind of person Qingcheng is.

Zhang Yuan... Recalling the situation when Qingcheng first moved to Yan's house, Yan Zhenbang immediately fell into meditation

Ning Qingcheng has a pair of beautiful eyes. She embraces her arms and looks at the garden downstairs with some cold eyes.

Zhang Yuan happened to be in the garden. With a pair of scissors in her properly maintained hand, she carefully cut off the beautiful roses on the thorns. Zhang Yuan gently put the roses into the vase presented by the servant.

The delicate petals are dotted with crystal clear dewdrops. In the bright sun, they slightly reflect the brilliance of glass, and set off the flowers more and more delicate and incomparable. Zhang Yuan's well maintained face burst into a rose like smile.

She bent her eyebrows and eyes, and the always serious look that had been shrouded in her facial features softened with the roses in the vase. Zhang Yuan cut a few more green leaves, which straightened her body and put the scissors on the plate presented by the servant.

Ning Qingcheng stood in front of the French window on the second floor with high heels. She had a panoramic view of all this from a commanding position. Ning Qingcheng was pounding regularly on the wooden floor with her brown high heels, and the little abacus in her heart was turning quickly again.

Hum, she has long heard that Si Yuan said that his mother Zhang Yuan's favorite is the garden she took care of herself

"Well, take these roses to my room on the third floor. Be careful, don't break them." Zhang Yuan stretched out her hand and fiddled with the delicate petals. She glanced at the servants on the side and gave them detailed instructions as usual.