Their Intriguing Marriage

For Li Qingning, love is just two people to each other, without any reservation, without any secret, keep together every day, not anxious to finish this life together.

For Lan Qing, love is the person who accompanies him unconditionally, listens to his words, doesn't ask what he shouldn't ask, doesn't do what he shouldn't do. Love for him, is always simple, just a feeling, love a person is to give her everything in the world.

For Gu fei'er, love is Lan Qing. She has been as proud as a white swan since she was a child. Everything has changed since she met him.

She especially loves Chinese ancient poetry. Although she has been in Meidi for so many years, she still exudes a kind of Chinese classical quietness.

She had never thought that a man like Lan Qing, who devoted himself to business studies, would understand her classical feelings. She once tweeted a state: "sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse is you, glacier is you."

Only Lan Qing replied: "one side of Supa looks upside down, horizontal is also me, vertical is also me."

From then on, she couldn't help falling in love with the man. Although she had hurt him severely, she loved this man. Although she had experienced several men and had several stories, she still loved this man. For her, love is the possession of all her life.

For Lin Bai, love may be that after a hopeless chase, you suddenly find someone waiting for you behind you. Although he has hurt you, although he has sold his strength on countless women, as long as a man can make up his mind to love you only, that's enough.

For Feng Chi, love is a person who suddenly becomes a hindrance to you. She makes your life deviate from the original track, but is willing to accept it. When the man finally came towards him, in the sound of her footsteps, he also heard the gorgeous movement of love.

What about Li Lin? What is love? She did not know, she often long or short secretly sigh, perhaps for people like her, love never exists, it does not see light, shady growth, has not broken out of the ground, it has gone to death.

See, everyone has different views on love, but somehow they are bound by something called fate. Their destiny is entangled with a kind of happiness like the end of the world.

Love is not only intoxicating, but also destructive. It is heavy enough to crush the world into a pile of fragments. These faithful men and women who are extremely devout in love are just like dancing barefoot on the pile of fragments.

When they got home, Lan Qing went upstairs and walked into his room in silence, while Li Qingning hung his head and thought about it, and went upstairs and walked into his room.

She quickly packed up, put on her pajamas, sat quietly on the bed, got up and paced back and forth by the window. In fact, she has a trace of expectation. She looks forward to the door of her room being suddenly pushed open. Then Lan Qing comes in and quietly hugs herself into her arms, and then goes to sleep with her.

In this way, she can choose to trust him with all her heart and ask nothing. Really, as long as he comes in now.

But, No. All night, her door was standing there lonely, and the man didn't push it open.

Li Qingning's head is a little painful. For a long time, she told Yunyi that her brain was overloaded, but she still couldn't sleep, so she lay upright in bed all night.

And Lan Qing, sitting on the bedside of his bedroom, full of the floor, cup after cup, is delivering the liquid that can paralyze the nerves to his body, but it doesn't work for him at the moment. His head was full of Gu fei'er's face, which seemed strange to him, but he recognized it immediately after only one second.

At that moment, even he could not understand himself. He thought that if he saw the woman again, he would lift her collar and his eyes were full of anger.

But no, when he saw Gu fei'er again, he felt an indescribable emotion, which made him want to escape. He didn't know how to face this woman, as if he had left on his own initiative.

His mind is a mess, like a pot of stewed dumplings for four or five hours, sticky. At this moment, she doesn't have any heart to face Li Qingning. He doesn't want to talk to her. People like him are afraid. If they don't pay attention, they will show something in their eyes.

Time keeps ticking and ticking. At a certain moment, it sounds like there is no different ticking sound. A chess piece falls on the chessboard quietly, which makes the game more complicated. In a flash, the ending becomes complicated.

The little piece is coming quietly.

The next day, as if they had made an appointment, they came out of the room at the same time, and then faced each other in silence at the stairway.

"Don't you... Sleep well?" Li Qingning looks at the fatigue on Lan Qing's face. He can't help asking. His eyes are a little blue. He looks like he didn't sleep all night.

"Not bad." He raised his hand and drew a few circles on the temple. Looking at her standing in front of her, with obvious worry on her face and a warm heart, she took a step forward, stretched out her long arm and held her tightly in her arms. The alcohol breath came from her face.

Although Li Qingning was in his arms, he seemed to be shrouded in sadness. She had guessed something in her heart, but she didn't want to face it.

Feeling her body becoming more and more stiff, he held out his hand to hold her face with some impatience in his heart. These long knuckles, always with dry and warm hands, now exude a trace of coolness.

He leaned down and bit her lips with his gentle lips. The stronger whiskey smell in his mouth swallowed up her thoughts. Her mind is like a boiling ocean, slowly drowning her.

Somehow, she suddenly felt a sour nose, a drop of crystal tears dripping from her eyelashes.

Yesterday morning, they were still sweet, like an ordinary loving couple, but overnight, everything seemed to have changed. He didn't say anything, nor did he do anything, but she clearly felt that some places were quietly changing, invisible to the naked eye.

Love is such a weak thing.

After feeling the moist in Li Qingning's eyes, his heart was torn. The Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and there seemed to be a deep sob in his throat. After a long time, he said, "Qingning, believe me, don't say anything, just believe me."

She pulled away from the kiss, hid her suspicions and emotions under her thick eyelashes, and nodded gently. What else could she do but choose to believe him? After all, to love someone is to hold your heart in front of him. No matter he cherishes it or tramples it, he has no other way.