Their Intriguing Marriage

Li Qingning turns her head. The sun has already fallen to the horizon. The warm yellow sun shines on her face with a little regret and reluctance, gently touching every inch of her skin.

Finally, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the number that she was familiar with.

After waiting for the prompt sound to ring for a short time, Lan Qing's low and magnetic voice came through the radio wave.

"Hello." His voice is flat, can't hear any happiness, anger, sadness, or a trace of emotion.

She lowered her eyes, fingers of the other hand wringing the belt on the skirt, listening to his voice, suddenly a sense of suffocation came out of her body. She took a deep breath and said, "Hey, let's meet."

"Come out, I'll be outside your studio."

There was a flash of amazement on her face. She quickly got up and went to the window, but did not see him.

"OK, I'll come down." Then he hung up the phone.

After simple packing, she walked out of the studio door with her bag. However, she bumps into he Jiawen at the door. She just lowers her head and rushes out. She doesn't expect he Jiawen to come back suddenly at this time, so she bumps into him unpreparedly.

She rubbed her head and looked up at him with a warm smile, just like the warm yellow sun in the sky.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? I don't know where to look With a doting smile on his face, he reached out to put his hand on her head.

But Li Qingning dodged aside and dodged his hand. His face looked unnatural and said, "how can you suddenly come back?"

He laughed, took back the hand hanging in the air, and said in a soft voice, "I found that I forgot to bring something, and I didn't trust you, so I came back."

"Then I'll go first." After that, she ran away and disappeared in front of him.

He Jiawen looks at Lan Qing standing next to a car on the corner of the street and her figure walking towards him. A trace of loss flashed in her eyes and she walks towards the office building.

In fact, he forgot to bring something, but he wanted to come back to see her, but he saw such a scene.

She walked slowly to him, and in the deep sight of the man, every step seemed extremely difficult and heavy.

"Why are you here?" Li Qingning stood still in front of her, suddenly a little at a loss, even a flash of embarrassment.

Lan Qing looked at the confusion on her face, and suddenly wanted to hold her in his arms, but after all, he just put his hand in the pocket of his trousers, and said faintly: "I often come here to see you quietly when I'm ok."

Then the atmosphere fell into a tacit silence. They stood face to face quietly, as if the wind had stopped and the air had stopped flowing.

"Who was that man just now?" His eyes fell on the door of the office building.

She also turned her head, glanced at the direction he was looking at, and said, "another designer in the studio, you've met."

"Get rid of him and get in the car." When he finished, he turned to open the door and sat in.

Li Qingning's face flashed a trace of consternation, but it was followed by a calm, like the lake without ripples, a dead silence.

She quietly went to the other side, opened the door, sat quietly beside him, even breathing became a little shallow.

After returning to the apartment, he sat down on the sofa without saying a word, looked at her standing on one side, like a pupil who did something wrong, and said, "if you have something to say, say it."

He thought that she had finally figured it out and wanted to give him an explanation. He was even ready to forgive her.

When she said all her difficulties and difficulties in a soft voice, he stood up and hugged her in his arms, and never let the woman leave his sight for a second.

But he dropped his eyes, waiting for a sentence: "Lan Qing, I think well, let's separate."

"What did you say?" After a while, he raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. There was a flash of astonishment and anger in his eyes. He stood up and covered her small body in his shadow.

Having dodged and retreated for such a long time, she suddenly felt fearless. She also raised her head, looked straight at him and said, "I said, let's separate."

He suddenly raised his hands and held her shoulder tightly. There was a touch of scarlet in his eyes. His voice sounded like a low roar. "Why? Is that the answer I've been waiting for so long? Is it for Ruan Feihan, or... The man in your studio? "

Listening to her words, Li Qingning suddenly feels funny. Up to now, they have experienced so much together, but his deep trust in himself is still very little, which makes her suddenly feel a trace of irony.

With a sad smile on her mouth, she looked at him with cold temperature in her eyes and said in a soft voice: "it has nothing to do with anyone, Lanqing. I'm really tired. I've gone through so many difficulties and obstacles around you, but today, I really understand that the real obstacles between us are not others or ourselves. We are not people in the same world at all, I'm just a novelty to you, and you have a strong desire to conquer. Do you understand? "

She opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. There was no dodge or light in her eyes, just like a light bulb pulled out.

"You're bullshit Lan Qing increased the strength of the hand, as if to break her thin shoulder.

But she always endured the pain and looked at him quietly with a sad smile on her face.

Anger seemed to devour him, and he suddenly felt that a fire had fallen on his heart, burning his reason red with a prairie fire. His heart was heavy, and suddenly he could not breathe, but he had nothing to do with the woman in front of him.

She no longer retorts, trying to end the endless entanglement through silence. She stared at him like a wounded animal, her eyes were full of cold, and her eyes were so bright that people felt a chill.

In the dark night, only a few small wall lamps were on in the room, and the dim lights filled their silence, which was chaotic. The sky outside the window is not so clear, filled with fog, as if to suppress the breathing of the whole world.

Endless heartache let orchid Qing Mou son a tight, suddenly a will her horizontal hold up, toward the bedroom in a hurry, every step, with the determination to kill.

Li Qingning, why do you say it's over? In this world, lanjiu has never accepted anyone's arrangement. If you want to leave, don't dream.

His heart beat powerfully in her ear, she closed her eyes and let him vent on himself. Some want to cry, but the lacrimal gland seems to have dried up, and there is no moist feeling in the corner of the eye.