Their Intriguing Marriage

He took back his eyes from Lan Qing's face. Feng Chi's eyes looked straight ahead. He didn't know where the freeze frame was. He shook his head and said with a smile, "you're here after all. Why, do you feel uneasy when I hear that I'm going to be broken? Or are you used to being the master, and can't see anyone else touching you? "

Smell speech, Lan Qing's face flashed a trace of surprise, eyebrows frown up, bent down, hands tightly hold his collar, forced him up against the wall.

Feng Chi hasn't recovered from his thrill, and he hasn't closed his eyes all night.

Lan Qing stared at his eyes, rolling black red hot magma, cold and hot, he issued a low voice more like a roar, "what do you say?"

Feng Chi refused to look into his eyes and turned his head aside to show resistance.

"Why do you say that when I call you for help? Is it in your world that the life and death of anyone else is not important except you? Lan Qing, do you really think you are the God of all of us? "

Lan Qing stares at the indifferent face in front of him, rarely has no mouth to refute, and the hand holding his collar trembles slightly.

A strange smile appeared on Feng Chi's face. He turned his head to look at him and said, "since you said that, don't come if you have seed. What is this? Are you kidding me? "

Lan Qing turned a deaf ear to what he said, stared into his eyes and asked, "why do you want to do that?"

"OK, I still want to thank you for coming to save me in time. Now I'm in your hands. What I do, I admit defeat. If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

His indifferent expression, like a burning torch, lit the wasteland in Lan Qing's eyes.

His voice was getting lower and lower, and he asked again with a kind of hoarseness, "why on earth did you do that?"

The strange expression on his face was always calm, which he would not easily have. His face was a little twisted because of his irrational anger. Besides anger, there was even some wet emotion in his eyes.

He no longer looks like the God who is always cold and can see through everything. At the moment, he is more like an ordinary person who will be angered by sadness.

This makes Feng Chi get an injection of dope somewhere in his heart. He finally sees the man's embarrassed appearance.

Yes, although his appearance is still cold and calm, but he saw him from his slightly trembling eyes.

With a low smile, Feng Chi tried his best to shake off the man who was holding his collar, straightened his clothes and said in his usual casual tone:

"It's just a few pieces of news. What impact can it have on you? Anyway, that woman is just your pawn. Do you have anything else to say? There is no me to go

With that, he took a deep breath and walked toward the door.

Lan Qing calm face, a pull to leave the figure, the other hand into a fist, slender and knuckle clear hand, had not waited for him to come back to mind, a fist had already fallen on his perfect face.

Then Feng Chi felt a strong smell of blood in his mouth, and a little bit of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

At the moment, his reason was knocked out of the air by this punch, and everything between them was forgotten. Red eyes and blue engine scuffle, eyes with a kind of determination.

He clenched his fist and waved it on Lan Qing's cold, good-looking, iceberg like face.

However, after all, Lan Qing is diligent in fitness, and he only cares about eating, drinking and playing. At this time, because of the continuous nervous tension and the lack of water and rice, he soon takes the lead.

Lan Qing overthrew him on the ground, holding his neck in one hand, looking at him fiercely, and his eyes were cold.

Feng Chi closed his eyes and lay on the dark red carpet in the room with his head up. His hands spread out to both sides at will. He even had a smile of satisfaction on his lips.

Lan Qing snorted, "why don't you fight back? Give up so soon? Aren't you good at it? What's the matter now? "

Feng Chi opened his eyes and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, as if answering his words, but more like talking to himself.

"Since we knew each other when we were young, you have always been so superior to me, so I have to live in your shadow forever. Who are you? You are Lan Qing, the superior Lan Qing, the successor of LAN's business empire. There is no one in your eyes. As long as you say anything, you can completely change a person. "

After a pause, he sneered and continued with a self mockery: "but I will always be obedient to you. Even if we seal our home, we should also listen to you in business. You can cover up the sky and keep interfering in the internal affairs of our enterprise. Is that ironic?"

He dropped his eyes and looked at the silent man. Years of resentment in his heart broke out at this moment. "Come on, you strangle me or whatever, let's make an end."

Lan Qing's thin lips pursed into a line, and there was some emotion flashing in his eyes. For a long time, he released his hand, stood up, turned his back to Feng Chi lying on the ground, and covered up his inner fluctuation.

With a sigh, he tried his best to make his voice sound as usual, and said coldly: "forget it, I will regard the past as never happened, but you dare to do it again in the future. Don't blame me for ignoring the past."

After that, he opened the door and left the club with a big stride, disappearing in Fengchi's sight with a determined attitude.

He never thought that so much tolerance and support for Feng's family would fall into Feng Chi's eyes and become suppression and interference.

What's more, he never thought that his brother, who had been close to him from childhood to adulthood, would take him as his enemy all the time and fall into the field of fighting today.

At the moment, apart from disappointment, there is more sorrow.

Feng Chi slowly sat up from the ground, raised a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, looked at the direction of the door and sat on the ground with a bow for a long time.

It looks like a tramp or a singer in the subway corridor. There is a kind of inexplicable emotion in his eyes. Even he doesn't know what kind of emotion it is at this time.

Is it the escape from the shadow of Lanqing? Is it a pity for years of broken feelings? Or the joy of the afterlife?

I thought he could see it thoroughly, but in the end, he couldn't even see his own mood completely.

Standing up slowly from the ground, his strength seemed to be completely pulled away. He stumbled towards the gate.

After walking out of the door, I saw the shadow of Lanqing's familiar sports car just driving away.