Their Intriguing Marriage

Standing in front of the washbasin in the bathroom, Li Lin holds a handful of clean water and pours on her face. The fresh water with a faint smell of disinfectant from the tap makes her a little sober.

Because she has been influenced and assimilated by the cold faced statue of Lanqing all the year round, she has gradually developed the ability that happiness and anger are not in the form of color. She has always been mildly polite and alienated.

But today, when she was at LAN's villa, when she was standing opposite Lin Rulan in the company hall, every scene flashed in her mind. She even felt that she was like a female Gladiator guarding the prince.

However, such an image can only come to a tragic end. Thinking of this, she pulled out a bitter smile from the corner of her mouth.

Shaking her head, she ordered herself to lose the mind she shouldn't have and keep professional. She took a deep breath and cleaned herself up in the mirror.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and regained her usual calm and self-sustaining image.

Back in the office, she compared the company's internal address book and informed the company's directors one by one.

Some of them were silent for dozens of seconds and then hung up with a faint "Oh".

Some of them were full of discontent, but when they heard the sentence "Lan always said that if you have any questions, you can find him directly", it was like a balloon punctured by a needle, and immediately lost the original momentum.

When she informed the advertising companies that attended the meeting one by one, the situation was really as Lan Qing expected. Their tone was full of true or false understanding and support, and they agreed that they were willing to wait until LAN arranged the right time to finalize the final partner.

Time is ticking like this, every minute goes by. The sun in the sky is reluctant to touch the people on the ground with its hot hand. Finally, it has to go, leaving a red figure with a kind of sad beauty in the sky.

The sky is not completely dark, the stars can't wait to shine in the city's sky, with the advent of night becomes more and more bright.

But the light in the eyes of the reporters who were holding the guys in front of the LAN's door was getting darker and darker, until it gradually went out and disappeared into the brilliance of the city.

Yes, LAN played a big joke on them as a reward for their report.

Gradually, these people's patience finally disappeared like the afterglow of the sunset.

When the night completely fell, the last reporter stationed in front of LAN's gate, with his cold equipment, walked heavily into the car.

Before leaving, he also looked back at the LAN's building for the last time.

This cold building stands there, one by one small lattice like windows, revealing warm and dazzling lights, as if to illuminate this part of the city above.

He looked up at the building, unwilling to get into his old second-hand jeep for a long time. His mind was haunted by the editor in chief's old K-like face in poker, and he said, "if you can't find the news today, you go away."

I also think of the appearance that I dare not relax when I carry the equipment for a second under the scorching sun at noon. The sweat first soaks the inner clothes, and then spreads to the outer clothes, which makes the color of the plaid shirt more vivid.

It is not easy to wait until one of the parties to the news, but can only get a irrelevant words, as well as his extremely indifferent eyes.

All of a sudden, he seemed to think of something. The light in his eyes was even brighter than the lights of LAN's whole building, with a kind of joy for the rest of his life.

His face was full of happiness, and his eyes were as bright as a mouse who had stolen cheese. Then he quickly got into the second-hand jeep and disappeared in front of LAN's grand gate.

The whole story is full of details. After his wife's infidelity, the husband wants to cover up the facts and maintain his face. However, he coldly faces the masses who are seeking the truth and points the spearhead at Lan Shi and Lan Qing himself with sharp words.

Feng Chi, standing in front of the French window of the hotel's luxurious presidential suite, holds a glass of dark red Bordeaux wine in his left hand, and sticks the phone to his ear with the other hand, with a beautiful arc in the corner of his mouth.

There is a hint of pride in that smile, just like a rooster who has won a fight. His eyes are full of proud light of victory.

"Well, it's done very well. Continue to follow up and try to build as much momentum as possible."

When he said this, the smile on his face disappeared, full of cold and other emotions, as if to try his best to push the person in his eyes down the cliff or the sea of fire, as long as he no longer see that face, he is willing to give everything.

"But... Feng Shao, you also know the influence of the LAN family. Our magazine is also one of the best in the industry. I'm afraid that we are openly against them..." the voice of the editor in chief of the other party sounds very embarrassed.

"As long as you do as I say, money is not a problem." His face is full of determination, like the kind of Japanese Samurai with no success to commit suicide by caesarean section.

His words came to the other side's heart. Through the radio waves, the other side couldn't hide his smile. "OK, OK, I can do it safely if I can have less letters. If you have anything, just tell me."

Feng Chi gave a faint "um" and then pressed the phone. He looked at the distance, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and the deep hatred could swallow him almost in the next second.

Just as he was tasting the dark red liquid in the cup, the door of the suite was pushed open, and what came into his eyes was Lin Bai's face, which was twisted because of his anger, but still very beautiful.

Her head seemed to be three feet high in anger. She went straight to him and threw the magazine in her hand on his face. Her eyes were round and her face was a little red because of anger.

The sharp edge of the magazine left a bright red mark on a face with delicate features and sharp edges.

When Lin Bai saw his face was thrown past the magazine hung the color, his heart clearly trembled, but this kind of intolerance was soon burned away by the anger in his heart.

She stares at him straightly, and does not hide the edge of her eyes. She asks: "at the beginning, I chose to believe you and show you the photos, but only for Li Qingning. As long as I can let her go far away, you also promised me."

"But now? You see what you've done. Now the media is targeting Qingge. It's hard for him to do that. Do you know? "