Their Intriguing Marriage

Smell speech, Lan Qing leisurely lean on the back of the sofa, slender legs, even up two legs posture is very handsome and elegant.

Usually a small mistake of Li Qingning can make him impatient, but today he patiently listened to her every word, even every punctuation.

Half a ring, he said faintly: "people, I didn't kill them. You can see that they are under the fifth master's hands. You don't have to look at me like killing my father's enemies. What's more, I also saved your father Li Tianhao from fire and water. I should be your benefactor

When she heard the word "Li Tianhao", she immediately lowered her head like a ball full of gas was punctured by a needle.

Soft hair scattered on both sides of the cheek, looking hairy, Lan Qing even felt a strange commotion in his heart.

He propped his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, slightly close to her, and said: "this is the game rule of the world. The weak are doomed to be killed, and the king is always addicted to blood."

His voice was low and breathtaking, with a dangerous smell, which made Li Qingning dare not look up at him again.

Looking at the loser in front of him, a smile of evil spirit appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stood up, bent down and slowly approached the person sitting on the bed. His high nose was almost buried in her hair with gardenia fragrance.

Li Qingning was so confused by his sudden action that he had to keep his original posture, sit there with his head down and dare not move.

Lan Qing in her ear, low whisper but no doubt tone said: "I, is God."

She suddenly looked up at the confident man in front of her, who was so close to her that she could feel his breath, and her heart was in a mess.

Even yesterday's deep disgust and contempt that I thought I would keep for a lifetime no longer existed.

Catching the confusion in her eyes, he was in a good mood, deliberately teasing her, and didn't mean to get up at all.

"Sir, shall I inform the kitchen..."

The housekeeper said and rushed straight in. Unexpectedly, he saw such a scene.

From his point of view, this scene is like a very intimate action, the sun will set off the atmosphere more beautiful.

So he immediately turned around and disappeared in their sight at a very fast speed, and said, "I'm sorry, sir, you go on."

A little sharp voice floated in the air, making people reverie infinite.

The expression on Lan Qing's face looks a little embarrassed. He stands up straight and turns around. Before Li Qingning catches the change of his expression, he walks towards the door.

Went to the door, but also lightly dropped a sentence: "have a good rest."

It's like talking to the air, or the sofa.

When he walked out of the room, he sat on the sofa in the living room, playing with the remote control in his hand, and constantly adjusting the TV station in front of the giant screen. His mind was still reverberating with the scene just now, which made him even more uneasy.

He always has a clear mind. Rarely, he doesn't know what his brain is thinking. Maybe he is too tired. He hypnotizes himself silently in his heart.

All of a sudden, a news from the entertainment channel caught his attention.

Deep eyes silently staring at the TV, his expression seems a little dignified, but more complex.

The female anchor in the TV is officially reporting today's urgent entertainment report with an expressionless face. The story seems to be developing in an uncontrolled direction, but it seems to be more and more wonderful.

"Last night, Tang Meng, a famous model actress, was sent to a first-class hospital in the city by Feng's successor Feng Chi. After a night's operation, she is still in a coma, and the cause of her injury is still unknown. What's the secret and what's the inside story? Our station will continue to follow up and report in the future..."

After hearing the name "Fengchi", Lan Qing's eyes became deeper and deeper. He gradually grasped the remote control in his hand, and there were some slightly raised veins in his hand.

"Pa" to turn off the TV, he closed his eyes will head slightly back on the back of the sofa.

But peace never lasts long.

After a while, the housekeeper came to him, bent down slightly, attached himself to his ear and said, "Mr. Feng is here, sir."

Lan Qing slightly opened his eyes, dark eyes as if there was a black silent forest in general, can't see the end.

Seeing his strange look in his eyes, the housekeeper was a little surprised. Mr. Feng had been close to Feng Chi since he was a child. But why did he look like this when he heard his name today?

Although he had some doubts in his mind, he didn't ask much. He continued: "if you are too tired, I will ask Mr. Feng to go back first."

As soon as he raised his hand, he motioned to the housekeeper to ask Feng Chi to come in, while he continued to sit on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, rubbed his eyes, hid the sleepiness between his eyebrows, put on his usual face without any emotion, and coldly looked at Feng Chi who came in and stood in front of him.

He didn't have the usual feeling of natural and unrestrained, on the contrary, his face was tired, his chin and cheek had some green stubble, his Versace shirt and black trousers were slightly wrinkled, even his crocodile leather shoes were dusty.

The whole person doesn't look like the successor of a big group, but like a down and out young man who lost his job on the street.

Lan Qing slightly raised his eyelids to look at him, a pair of good-looking eyes looked at this good brother who had known each other for more than 20 years with interest, his eyes were slightly sharp, and he was too late to face him directly.

"I've seen all the news today. After me, I became the second leading actor in the news headlines. You're not willing to fall behind." He had a meaningful smile.

Feng Chi swallowed his saliva. He still didn't dare to look into his eyes. He said in a low voice, "don't satirize me. Now reporters are blocking my door and all the places I can go. Only Lan's villa is safe for the time being, so I come to you."

Lan Qing stood up, went to the side of the wine cabinet, poured a glass of wine, took a leisurely sip, and poured another goblet with fragrant and sweet liquid in front of him.

Feng Chi took the wine in Lan Qing's hand, but he didn't care. He raised his head and poured half a glass of red wine. His white neck and throat floated violently. Then he rubbed the crystal goblet in his hand and still turned his head to one side without looking at Lan Qing's face.

Lan Qing came to his eyes, staring at the familiar but strange man, and said, "what? You don't even look at me. Have you done something sorry for me? "