Their Intriguing Marriage

She recalled the scene of the day. When she was too busy to feel the existence of her head on her shoulders, her mobile phone, which was usually very quiet, vibrated regularly on the table.

Scared, she pointed to check the minutes of the meeting with a pen and shook her hand, leaving a clear and visible pen on the minutes.

While she was annoyed and had to do the meeting minutes again, she angrily picked up her mobile phone, but saw the call from the person she was most reluctant to face.

The initials of Li Tianhao's name are flashing on the screen of the mobile phone. Yes, it's not Dad or anything else.

Since her mother left, she did not want to say one more word to him, even less to call that man dad.

With a complicated expression, she pressed the answer button and put the receiver close to her ear, but she didn't speak first.

On the other hand, the man on the other end of the phone seems to have forgotten what happened at the barbecue stand that night, and also forgot his words, which made the daughter and her mother scold each other for being worthless. On the other end of the phone, he pretended to be a kind father.

He said gently, "Qingning, you haven't been home since you married Lanqing. Come back today."

At the other end of the phone, she was surprised. Instead, she didn't know what to say in response to his hypocrisy, so she just said faintly, "no, I'm busy every day, so I won't disturb you."

She deliberately put the word "disturb" very seriously, hoping that he could understand the light irony in her words.

But Li Tianhao didn't seem to understand. He continued to say kindly, "you probably forget that today is your mother's memorial day. She must very much hope that our father and daughter will live together peacefully. If you don't come back, she will be very sad."

"I specially put her throne out today. You don't want to see your mother in the sky unhappy even if you are angry with your father for that day's affairs?"

He finished the sentence in one breath, narrowed his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that if her mother moved out, she would have no way to refuse.

Sure enough, Li Qingning was silent on the phone and hesitated to say, "well, I'll be there when I get off work today, but I'm just worshiping my mother."

She tried to slow down the pace of addition, and wanted to drag the way home a little longer, but unfortunately, when she suddenly raised her head, she was already standing at the gate of the rich area.

Although the white European style buildings and garden houses here are not as luxurious as the Lanjia villas in the suburbs, they can not be underestimated in the city center where every inch of land and money can be bought. They are not affordable by ordinary businessmen and the rich.

The first building in the community is the Li's residence. The bright and rich grass in the gate looks golden under the light. It has the unique vitality of summer night, and the French Rose is especially pleasing to the eye when it is pruned by the gardener.

The evening breeze was blowing her hair and gently caressing her face. It was clear that everything was just fine, but Li Qingning didn't feel comfortable.

She didn't want to enjoy the night scenery at all. At the moment, looking at the doorbell decorated with complex retro patterns on the villa gate, her palms were slightly sweating.

She stood in front of the gate for a long time, pondering for a long time, but when she came back, a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

This house has the same surname as herself. It's called "home" where she has lived for more than 20 years. But now, why does she have to be prepared to go home?

After taking a deep breath and secretly cheering herself on, she reached out and rang the doorbell.

If she knew that one day, she would not be angry when she said anything and threw the key to Li's door into the lake, which made her feel like a guest when she went back home.

Soon, the housekeeper Uncle Chen trotted towards her with an eager step from the villa. When he saw her, he laughed a little childish. He opened the door and said to her, "Xiaoning, you're here. I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time."

After Li Qingning walked into the iron gate, Chen Shuming was a little excited and speechless. His hair was shining a little silver on his head, and the wrinkles on his face were a little deeper. He looked at her with a grin, and his eyes were bright under the street lamp.

He was obviously too excited to speak, and put his hand over her thin shoulder.

Li Qingning looked at the rough hands on her shoulders. She felt a little sour. The elder who watched her grow up, who treated her more than her own daughter, was closer to her than her own father.

And her own father, ah... Thinking of this, she felt a kind of sadness.

Seeing her eyes on his shoulder, Uncle Chen immediately put down his hand awkwardly and said, "well, miss, you look at me. I haven't seen you for a long time. You're so excited. Don't blame Uncle Chen for this old fool."

Li Qingning shook his head, just before entering the door, the uneasiness weakened a bit, replaced by a soft.

She held out her hand and held Uncle Chen's hand in the air. She gently gave him a smile and said, "Uncle Chen, from childhood to adulthood, apart from your mother, you are the one who loves me most. You are just like my father. How can I blame you?"

When Uncle Chen heard these words, there were some fluctuations in his eyes that could not be concealed. He deliberately turned away his eyes to prevent her from seeing the emotion in his eyes. His tone was somewhat unnatural

"Miss, don't let your husband hear such words. After all, he is your father. If you let him hear it, he will be angry with you again."

Then he took a look in the direction of the villa.

Mention that person, Li Qingning's brow then involuntarily frown together, already to that person disgust extremely.

In front of her, this man is no longer as tall and straight as he used to be because he is getting older and older. Although he treats her like a close relative, he can't talk to mingzhengda about the past with him.

Her eyes are a little sour. "I'm here to worship my mother today. It has nothing to do with him. Uncle Chen, you are guarding the Li family mansion every day. You should know what he has done. What face is there for such a person to be called a father?"

The expression on Uncle Chen's face became more and more unnatural. He hung his head. In such a night, no one could see the expression on his face. I'm afraid he didn't know what kind of expression and mood he was in.

He bent over and looked at the young girl in front of him with the remaining light of his eyes. Her eyebrows, her manner and everything were exactly the same as that of his wife.

That let him after the first meeting, this life in the eyes of no one else's woman, he can't but love silently guard, dare to love dare hate woman.

They are very similar, just like a mold.