Their Intriguing Marriage

Honghong still doesn't have a face to look at her. Her eyes are still on the literary autobiography in her hand. She just looks at her full of expectation with the remaining light of her eyes. Forget it, you can't protect yourself.

But he didn't say it politely, just said tactfully: "if you are really angry, no one can change his mind."

"It's our business. It has nothing to do with him. Is he angry? What's more, Lan Qing is in charge of such a big group. He can't be busy every day. How can he care about people like us

A "we" seemed to pull two people into a camp, with a hesitant look on the red face, and said in a low voice: "it seems that you have a point."

Seeing this, Li Qingning quickly took advantage of the victory and continued: "yes, you see, if you help me, we will be friends in the future. If you have any difficulties, I will help you."

Honghong nodded in her expectant eyes, opened the drawer, put the key of the bicycle in her hand, and asked uneasily: "do you really plan to ride a bicycle to the city?"

"What's the matter, thank you." Li Qingning holds the key with a light face, as if wearing high-heeled shoes to run a marathon, but also the most natural thing.

So early the next morning, Lan Qing just kneaded his sleepy eyes and went out of the house. When he was going to go downstairs for breakfast, he saw Li Qingning running out of the door of the villa.

These days, the company's affairs have been enough to make him anxious, so he did not care about this stubborn and ignorant woman, and let her toss.

He finished his expensive breakfast gracefully with caviar from Hermes's shallow plate, a piece of toast, milk from New Zealand by air.

When he got up and lazily raised his arm, the servant who carefully held his coat came up and carefully put his coat on him. That kind of feeling was like that of the emperor of Qing Dynasty.

After going out, he looked around and didn't see Li Qingning. That woman is not so stupid that she wants to walk from here to the center of the city?

There was an imperceptible emotion in his eyes, but without saying anything, he just pursed his thin lips and got into the black Bentley.

Just after the car started, he picked up the file report that had been put in the back seat of the car, and naturally dropped his eyes on it to read it attentively.

When he inadvertently looked up at the front of the car, he saw the familiar slender figure.

She was also wearing a business suit, a black pencil skirt that restricted her legs from moving up and down, and, in particular, a pair of high heels that didn't seem easy to walk in.

Her long hair was gently blown by the suburban wind in the morning, and her hands holding the handlebars of bicycles were twirling and twirling. She looked like an old man with mobility problems.

Lan Qing looked at her with black lines on her face. She continued to ride the shabby looking bicycle forward slowly. She doubted in her heart that she would not be stopped by the traffic police in this way? Can I get to the company before dark at such a speed?

The car soon passed Li Qingning. He said to the driver with a gloomy face: "stop the car."

When Li Qingning passed him askew, he rolled down the window and said to her in an unquestionable voice: "get on the bus."

Originally, because she had not ridden a bicycle for many years, and today she was extremely dangerous because of her inconvenient wearing, she was distracted by the sudden sound, so she fell to one side uncontrollably with the people and the car.

After Lan Qing finished that sentence, he looked straight ahead and looked coldly at the front of the car, waiting for the woman to get on the car with her head down. Unexpectedly, the response to him was a loud crash and the sound of "crash" like the bicycle completely falling apart.

Of course, there is also Li Qingning's shrill and miserable cry.

He turned his head and looked at Li Qingning, who was half pressed under the bicycle, and her stubborn face. He frowned and pushed the door open. His expression was full of inexplicable bitterness.

But this did not affect his handsome features. He was still fascinated by the ladies who drove by and rolled down the windows.

He stood in front of Li Qingning and looked down at her like a God, holding out a big hand to her.

But in her eyes, it was like a hand from hell, pulling her to the endless darkness, so she pretended to be blind, gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the ground.

Looking down at his bloody knees and arms on the ground, he could not help taking a few cold breaths.

But at the moment, she seems to be full of fighting spirit of the saint star arrow, will stand in front of her, the expression is very ugly, as if all the people in the street owe him two million Lan Qing as the air, turned around him, limped to continue to walk towards the direction of the City Center.

Lan Qing's low voice continued to ring behind him, but this time with a little impatience, "I said, get in the car."

Li Qingning continued to drag his injured leg forward as if he hadn't heard it. He was like a Paralympic athlete, biting his teeth and dragging his injured leg to finish the whole marathon. If the emotional audience watched that picture, they would be moved to tears.

She slowly kept moving forward, and finally exhausted Lan Qing's last bit of patience. He strode behind her, picked her up, turned and walked towards his black Bentley.

Li Qingning stared at the man with a zombie face. She couldn't speak for a long time. When she finally realized that they were on the street, she struggled to say to him, "you put me down. What are you doing in broad daylight?"

Who knows Lan Qing holding her hand more tightly, will her hoop in his arm can't move, quickly walked to the front of the car, threw her into the car.

She rolled her eyes silently in her heart, thinking that even the kidnappers were just like this.

However, she tried her best to make the final struggle. She put one hand on the door and planned to open the door to get off. Unexpectedly, Lan Qing's voice sank and said to the driver, "drive."

The driver in front did not dare to neglect to start the car for a second. Lan Qing turned his head and said, "you're welcome. I'm always happy to help the disabled."

This sentence let her stop struggling, open her eyes to look at him, brain appeared temporary short circuit, don't want to ask export: "where am I disabled?"

Lan Qing picked eyebrows, looked at the document's eyes moved to her body, a short reply: "brain."

With that, Li Qingning stares at the A4 paper in his hand without expression. That kind of concentration makes Li Qingning suspect many times. In fact, he secretly hides the photos of peerless beauties in these files.