Their Intriguing Marriage

Everyone once loved someone deeply in a short time, but later found out how fragile the illusory feelings were.

Li Qingning is not willing to explain. She thinks that love is unconditional mutual trust. What's more, she is not willing to tell Lan Qing what Ruan Feihan said.

Love a person is to let him see the best of himself, she does not want him to see more about her unbearable truth.

When she came back from the memory, she had been pulled out of the office by he Jiawen. She gradually stopped struggling, just looked at his back and asked, "Hey, where are you taking me?"

"You'll know when you go." He looked back and showed her an unusual, childlike smile, just like a child saw his favorite toy, and a teenager looked at the girl he liked. The smile was full of sunshine. In a trance, she seemed to smell the breath of summer.

"Qingning."

This low and magnetic voice, so familiar, as if in this world, only that man can call her name so much, let her heart.

Her heart beat wildly and stopped.

Slowly turned around, she saw the familiar face, her heart became mixed, even she did not know, at the moment what kind of mood.

He is still like that, it seems that he will never change. His handsome and strong facial features are perfectly combined on his clear face. He is wearing a German high-grade customized suit, and his dark eyes have no temperature. However, when he looks at her, there are always some ripples.

His eyes fell on he Jiawen's wrist, which was still wearing the hailanbao bracelet. His face darkened. The lines of his lips looked stiff. With a trace of anger, he strode towards them with his hand in his pants pocket.

Li Qingning, who was standing beside he Jiawen, said coldly, "please don't have any physical contact with my wife in the future."

He Jiawen's hand hanging in the air slowly hung on his side. Then he raised his head. He was not afraid of the shock in his eyes. He gave him sharp eyes and suddenly showed a smile on his face,.

"Your wife? But I don't think Li Qingning is happy as your wife. "

Lan Qing's face sank, looking at the young man who didn't know the heaven and earth in front of him, he stepped forward and said, "the things between our husband and wife have nothing to do with you. Get out of here as soon as possible."

But he Jiawen looked at him straight, with a playful smile on his face, but he didn't mean to leave.

"Why is Mr. LAN so nervous? In this matter of feelings, we all rely on our own abilities to compete for jobs." Then he shrugged at him.

"You deserve it?" Lan Qing squinted at him, with a trace of impatience between eyebrows, turned to pull Li Qingning ready to leave.

Summon wind and call for rain has the final say, but you can't match your feelings equal to anything else. He Jiawen's voice sounds indifferent to his age.

But Li Qingning is forced to shake off Lan Qing, holding his hand, toward a few steps back, said: "I don't want to go with you."

"You..." he turned his head to look at her. His voice sounded shocked. He looked at the woman with her head down in disbelief.

"Lan Qing, we'd better separate for a period of time. I've thought a lot about this period of time, but I still can't figure it out. Maybe we were wrong from the beginning. Don't you forget that our relationship is just a contract. Let me go, OK? I'm really tired. I need time to be quiet. "

She tried to keep calm, but there was a tremor in her voice.

His expression was full of amazement, deep eyes with dark pain and shock.

"Well, don't regret it." Lan Qing is such a proud man, in the face of a woman's refusal, how can he react?

He left this sentence, turned and got on the car, leaving a back of determination.

Listening to the sound of driving away after the car started, Li Qingning took a deep breath, turned and walked to he Jiawen, and said softly, "we can go this time."

He Jiawen looked down at her with worried expression and asked, "really don't you need to go back to rest?"

She looked up at him, tried to squeeze out a smile, said: "no, I just want to go out to relax."

When she left with he Jiawen, her heart tightened tightly. Love ah, the original is such a tormenting thing, even if that person severely hurt you, but always can not help but want to forgive, want to close.

But I'm sorry, Lan Qing. I'm really tired. She said in silence at the bottom of her heart.

He Jiawen took her to the exhibition. He talked with her about the artists she was interested in and famous works.

In any case, she listened to the first mock exam, but sometimes turned to smile and agreed with him. But there was always a gloomy picture of her.

That should be the trace left by the man who came and went.

When they walked out of the exhibition hall together, Li Qingning looked at the place in front of the door, and the memories surged to her heart unconsciously.

It was here at that time. Lan Qing hugged her shoulder and said coldly to Yi Zihang, "I'm her husband. I hope you don't meet her alone in the future. I'll mind."

Although his voice was full of shock, it sounded like a little boy protecting his toys. It was so cute that she wanted to touch his hair.

But when she came back, waiting for her, it was more fierce loss.

At the bottom of her heart, she told herself that she could not go back. That man was just a glimpse of her life. To herself, he was just a transient passer-by.

Thinking of this, she dropped her head a little lonely and walked silently with her head down beside he Jiawen.

Careful of course, he noticed her strange, but he just quietly patted her on the shoulder, said: "I take you to eat delicious ah, I know there is a delicious to cry of Japanese food."

His tone sounded relaxed and cheerful, he said, pulling her wrist and moving on.

On the way back, Lan Qing drove the car very fast. His hand holding the steering wheel was bulging and white because of too much force. He was staring at the front, but there was a kind of deep loneliness in his expression.

Why didn't she explain? Why did she push herself so far away? Countless questions swirled in his mind, as if they were about to burst his brain.