Their Intriguing Marriage

Whenever Lan Qing looks at her like this, she will feel that there are only two of them left in the world, even the buzzing wind of the air conditioner no longer exists, and her heart is filled up by this man carelessly.

It's like the wind filling the aisle.

It's like rain filling a canyon.

Like a tree hole filled with countless secrets.

Countless times, she is grateful, despite the numerous dangers, although many times she questioned whether the world has deep malice to her.

But it sent Lan Qing to her side, which made her want to put down everything and shake hands with the world.

For her, Lan Qing is not only the kindness of the world to her, but also the generous gift of life to her.

The two of them are like ordinary lovers, but they are different from ordinary lovers. From the beginning, they have been in love with each other.

It's like an inseparable whole. As long as we leave each other for a long time, we will miss each other and never care about other things.

Lan Qing inadvertently found that is happening on his body, subtle change.

For example, when he is in a meeting, he always looks for Li Qingning in the crowd for the first time. For example, when he is attentively looking at the financial report, Li Qingning's smiling face appears in front of his eyes. He seems to have been poisoned, and there is no medicine for him.

But where the poisoning is too deep is only Lan Qing, and of course Li Qingning, who is deeply in love. Most of the time, she doesn't want to do anything but think about him quietly.

I think of you, think of you, and then miss is full of breath, the person in my mind for you, is the vital oxygen.

In the past, Li Qingning only thought it was the sour verses written by those sentimental poets, but now, she realized the real meaning.

People who fall in love will unconsciously become such sentimental poets. But she felt that the person who wrote this sentence didn't seem to love her deeply.

Her world seems to have no room for anything else.

This day, after a passion, Li Qingning is lying on Lan Qing's chest. Tired all day, plus just Lanqing full of energy to ask, she is powerless to struggle in the edge of sleep.

Lan Qing looked at the ceiling, knuckles clear, fingers slender big hand gently stroked her smooth back, for a long time, she heard his low voice from his chest.

"Qingning, will you leave me? It's like the misunderstanding that night, or the conflict between us. Will you leave me quietly without saying a word? "

At the moment, she was confused, but when she heard such a question, her voice was still full of firmness, saying, "no, no matter what, I'll depend on you, and I won't leave. Unless... "

He turned his head, looked at her face and said, "except for what?"

"Unless you let me go." Her voice was very serious and firm.

I have loved so deeply that no matter what it is, I can't break my determination to stay by your side. Only you, only you want me to leave you, I will leave.

Because, I am not willing to let you down, if you want me to go, I will leave without hesitation.

She said this in silence, very sober.

"How can I let you go, fool? I won't allow you to run away from me all my life. You've been sentenced to life imprisonment beside me, you know?"

Linqing chin against her small head, whispered.

"What did I do to get such a heavy sentence?" Li Qingning looked up at her mischievously and asked.

"Because you stole from me." He said with a smile as his finger scraped her nose.

"How could I steal from you?" She frowned deliberately.

"You stole my heart when I wasn't looking."

His chest fluctuates regularly, and the sound of breathing is so clear. It seems that she has developed a bad habit recently. If she doesn't listen to his breathing, it will be difficult for her to fall asleep.

"Well, I won't give it back to you since I've stolen it with all my pains." She buried her face in his chest and felt relieved.

"There's no reason why you don't return other people's things, but I want you to return them with your whole life." Lan Qing slowly soft voice says, stretch out a hand to grope for her small hand, tightly hold in the palm.

Since Li Qingning fell into this hot and intense love, a kind of change began to happen quietly in her body.

According to the book, love is the best nourishment for women. That kind of more beautiful gorgeous, is quietly growing in her body.

She was no longer the cold and arrogant, the iceberg beauty that had been a thousand li away, but becoming more and more beautiful and moving.

Lan Qing seems to be more homesick. He often finishes his daily work in a hurry and leaves work on time like an ordinary office worker. Then he watches Li Qingning gallop out of the assistant office with a smile on his lips and land beside him like a bird. The two of them get into the car home together.

The nightclub where he used to linger is rarely able to find him recently. As if they were by each other's side, what kind of time is not long.

The best feeling is that I have a lot of time to waste with you.

Imperceptibly, Li Qing Ning always likes to love herself in the sofa, holding a hot drink, then looking at the design, writing and drawing. Her face is serious. She always lets her eyes move away from her eyes. So she sits at her side and looks at her silently.

After dinner that day, Li Qingning began to study her design draft very diligently. Lan Qing sat down beside her as usual, holding a large number of documents and statements that she could not understand. They were just like an ordinary couple, quietly doing their own things, occasionally looking up at each other and smiling.

Lan Qing suddenly gently put down the folder in his hand, stretched out a hand in the eyebrow gently rubbed, looked up at the woman sitting beside him.

She still lowered her head, with a serious face, biting the end of a pencil from time to time, occasionally frowning slightly. Her long black hair is on the back of her head, and between her striking eyebrows and eyes, there is a kind of natural and moving beauty.

She is not as gaudy as those mediocre and vulgar powder, but her whole face is shrouded in the misty rain of water and ink, delicate and moving, soft and bright, which makes people feel soft at the bottom of my heart. At this moment, plain face of her, but also let him heart.

Her slender clavicle is indistinct against the long skirt with lotus root pink one line collar. Her long eyelashes and white pudding like lips make her feel like a white camellia flower in a quiet valley. All over her body, she touches his heart.

Every frown and smile is the best provocation to him.