Their Intriguing Marriage

"Well, I'll see what mysterious visitor it is, and then send her away as soon as possible. We'll go home together in a moment, and you'll wait for me here." Lan Qing's tone is like treating her five or six-year-old daughter.

Facing him, Li Qingning is always obedient. She looked at the serious expression on his face and nodded with a smile. On impulse, she went forward to kiss him on the lip and said, "I'll wait for you to come back to me."

Lan Qing smiles and takes a deep look at her, turns around and walks towards the office.

In fact, he was also a little curious about this legendary friend who came suddenly. He couldn't think of any more friends.

In this way, my heart can not help but have some bitterness. Except for all kinds of people in business, I was so lonely that I didn't even have a few sincere friends. This kind of loneliness deepened his dark eyes.

But soon, these messy thoughts were forgotten by him. He saw the woman sitting in the office, the face he had been forcing himself not to think of for so many years. In a moment, all the memories rolled to the edge of his mind like a breakwater.

Once those humiliations and heartache, are so real again in his body, let his heart can't help but miss a beat, and all this, is from the woman in front of him.

Even if he is calm, as if nothing in the world can make him panic, but at this moment, he suddenly doesn't know how to act, and can't say anything. He just stands there and looks at the once very familiar woman. It seems that countless thunderstorms flash in his mind, and the bombing makes him unconscious.

But soon, those emotions flashed by, and Lan Qing became the group president with a cold face. He coldly ordered: "get out of here."

There is a giant beast beating in his chest, ready to move, trying to tear him at any time and then jump out of his chest.

Although he had a persistent hatred for the woman in front of him, this huge hatred kept growing day and night, which made him eager to take a private plane back to the United States to tear her to pieces.

But he didn't do it in the end. Even he couldn't define how to name the emotions in his chest, which were so inflated that they almost exploded.

Her face, which had been cold enough to let him go without any emotion, was sitting there quietly with a calm smile, looking at him tenderly, like reading a poem she loved at that time.

Such her, let him incomparably angry.

Gu fei'er watched Lan Qing's tall body appear in front of her eyes. This man, who has appeared in her dream for many times in recent years, begged her not to push him away, and then left with a resolute hatred on her face, is standing in front of her now, and sharing the same air with him.

His high eyebrows, straight nose, thin lips, everything has not changed, but everything seems to have changed, his face precipitation traces of years, the face lines a bit more perseverance and mature man's charm, eyes also seem to be more indifferent than he used to be.

She had seen his face in news reports for countless times, and she could only silently rub the newspaper and screen without temperature, but now the man actually stood in front of her and let her go without hesitation, with the same resolute tone as he had treated him.

How can we not miss it? After all, the love was so real. She has always been a calm and self-sustaining woman, but after seeing this man, it seems that all her irrational nerves are clamoring, like an irresistible wild vine, which instantly turns over the thick soil and weaves a thick net in the air.

She stood up and walked to Lanqing in an orderly way. She stood in front of him and said softly, "Lanqing, long time no see. Are you ok?"

"As I said, get out of my sight." He looks proud, the lines on his face look cold and heartless, like a cold metal sculpture, and his eyes look at the place behind her.

He didn't even want to look at himself? This makes Gu fei'er smile with a bitter taste.

"Lan Qing, after so many years, why do you cling to the original hatred?" Her voice is still very soft, and then she, is so similar.

She looked up at his bushy eyebrows like two daggers. His eyes were deep, and his dark eyes seemed to be embedded in two deep canyons, revealing the cold.

"You still... Don't want to forgive me?" She finally dropped her head, looking pitifully dejected.

"I don't hate you, where can I get forgiveness? You know, I'd rather never know you, and I've probably done it." He passed her and went straight to the cupboard to pour a glass of wine.

Sweet and cool whisky, but at this time, how also pouring his heart surging emotions.

Such heartless words, said from Lan Qing's thin lips, with a kind of cold power to freeze people into ice in an instant, let Gu Feier's heart keep falling, and finally fell to the bottom.

However, as if she had deliberately set aside the topic, she tried to control the surging waves in her heart. With a curved corner of her mouth, she came to him and said, "that Miss Li outside is the woman beside you in the newspaper, isn't she? She's young and beautiful

"You came back to me suddenly just to praise Li Qingning's youth and beauty in front of me?" Lan Qing suddenly turned around, picked eyebrows, tone with a bit of contempt and disdain.

If you ask him what his feelings for the woman in front of him are besides hatred, maybe that's all.

Gu Fei Er lowered her eyes, and her face looked very calm.

But after all, they had been in love for so many years, and he still clearly remembered that when she was like this, there must be a great sadness or some other strange emotion brewing under her quiet expression.

Once I saw her show such an expression, once she learned the news of her mother's death, another time was when she coldly asked him to leave.

"Also, Lan Qing, if a person can love another person without any hope in a few years, it's a silly thing." As she said this, she looked up into his eyes.

Her eyes are like flowing a quiet stream, emitting silent sadness.

"But you know what?" She pauses, trying to restrain the shaking in her voice, and continues to say in a voice that is too light to be light: "I am the person who has no promise. No matter when we were together, or when I asked you to leave, or now when I appear in front of you again, I love you, and your position in my heart has never changed."