Their Intriguing Marriage

Think of the scene in the bedroom during the day yesterday, Lan Qing's force on himself is more like a kind of vicious revenge.

No matter if she doesn't come, she can't deal with him any more. Maybe this relationship is deformed at the beginning, so it's always a mistake.

Li Qingning thought silently and walked back to the bedroom feebly.

When she was in a daze in front of the wardrobe, she suddenly thought of the studio she hadn't been to for a long time. She thought that she couldn't stay like this all the time, so she decided to go to the studio to have a look. It was a distraction.

Women's sixth sense is always accurate, although after that day, Lan Qing never appeared in her life, but she still seems to be able to feel his mind. She seemed to have smelled the end of the relationship.

In those days, she lived like an empty body, mechanically sleeping, getting up, eating, and then taking the bus to the studio. Her face was always light, as if no emotion could really reach her heart.

That morning, while she was holding a pencil and drawing on the paper absently, she suddenly remembered that day when Lan Qing held her chin coldly. She unconsciously increased her strength in her hand with the cold and strange words he said.

The pencil she held in her hand suddenly "banged" and the tip of the pencil was twisted off, leaving a deep mark on the painting, as if to scratch the whole paper.

All of a sudden, she felt extremely depressed. Recently, it was always like this. A little thing could make her mood surge violently, and then she had a huge impulse to cry.

At the moment, she looked at the painting which was destroyed by herself, and suddenly she was at a loss. A great sadness occupied her heart.

Maybe she also knows that she is not sad because of these little things. What really makes her sad and unable to extricate herself is the man in her heart who may never have any possibility again.

He Jiawen didn't know when he stood beside her. Looking at her lost and absent-minded, he saw a trace of complex emotion in his eyes.

He leaned over, grabbed the pencil from her hand and looked at her steadily.

"Hello! What are you doing? " Li Qingning tone incomparably impatiently raised his head on his line of sight, frowning at the front of this beautiful man.

He is standing there looking down at her with a pencil snatched from her hand. He is facing the window. The sunlight outside makes his fair skin look a little transparent, just like the handsome hero described in the novel.

But he was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and looked at the pencil in his hand carefully. Then he slowly opened his mouth and said, "all the pencils are trampled by you. How can you draw good works if you are so absent-minded? Is this the attitude you should have towards art?"

He pointed the broken pencil at the unformed picture in front of her, with a stern tone, like a meticulous teacher teaching students.

Li Qingning looked down at the incomprehensible painting in front of him. He turned his lips and said in a soft voice, "Why are you so on-line? I'm painting for fun. Ah, I'm the boss here."

But he didn't flinch at all. Instead, he picked up the painting in front of her, kneaded it into a small ball of paper with his slender fingers, flew out a perfect parabola in front of her, and landed in the garbage can accurately.

"You..." although Li Qingning's face was not happy, she felt happy. These days, she closed herself in her own world and almost drove herself crazy.

He Jiawen solemnly put the pencil in her hand back into her pencil holder and said, "I always maintain a high enthusiasm for art. I will never allow anything that desecrates art to happen in front of my eyes."

Li Qingning rolled a small white eye and said to himself, "fart."

The tight lines on her face gradually eased a little. Looking at the pencil he put back into the pencil holder, she said softly, "yes, what's the meaning of a work without heart?"

When she said this, she had a dignified expression, just like an old woman who had gone through the vicissitudes of time.

Quietly watching the changes on her face, he sighed softly, turned and walked toward his desk.

After a while, he came back to her with a mirror in his hand. Then he put it straight in front of her and said, "look at the woman in the mirror. Do you still know her?"

Li Qingning fixed his eyes on himself in the mirror. As expected, he could not help feeling a little shocked. It turned out that great changes had already taken place between his eyebrows and eyes.

In the past few days did not sleep well tired, let her bags under the eyes is about to fall to the chest, face a little pale, eyebrows also revealed a trace of fatigue.

Is this still her?

Less than a year after entering Lan's home, the girl in the mirror became very different from the girl who had just graduated from university.

For this change, she did not know how to react, so she had to drop her eyes and no longer face the haggard self in the mirror.

"I don't know what's going on in your love life, but remember, there's no reason why a woman can't love herself." He put the mirror on his desk and whispered.

But she still choose not to see him, at the moment of her, even he is not willing to face, let alone other people?

"Thank you. I understand what you said." Her eyes fell at random at her feet.

He stood beside her and looked at the strong woman with more complicated eyes. He suddenly bent down and took her arm and said, "come with me to a place."

Then he could not help but pull her out. Before Li Qingning could react, his body had been pulled up from his chair.

"Well, where are you going? I'll go myself. You let me go. " She opened her eyes to the man's determined figure, struggling to get rid of his hand. But he held it tightly and didn't give her a chance to break free.

Since Lan Qing left the apartment that day, leaving her a tall and indifferent figure, he never appeared in front of her again.

She thought, maybe he has begun to forget her, maybe his side, and now surrounded by countless Yuan Wei as coquettish woman.

She is just a touch of thousands of colors in his life, dispensable, just embellishment, can not make any impact on him.

The beginning of feeling is always full of sweetness, then there is boredom, dislike, suspicion, hurt and despair.

Once eager to be together forever that person, to later, even think of all pull heart pain.

She and Lan Qing, isn't that so?