Their Intriguing Marriage

Looking at the hot food on the table, Li Qingning looks around. This familiar and strange cold house suddenly cools her back. All kinds of thoughts suddenly rise in her heart.

Then, a sound from the door suddenly woke up from the memory. She turned her head, focused her eyes, and saw the man's familiar face.

He gently closed the door and turned on the light in the living room. A strong light suddenly made the whole room bright, which made her eyes tingle.

She held out her hand to block the light. When she opened her eyes again, the man had already stood in front of her and looked down at her like the God who came to her world.

"Why not eat?" Lan Qing glanced at the food on the tea table, with a shrewd voice.

She just kept silent with her head down, and big mushroom clouds rose in her heart.

He sat down beside her and reached out to encircle her, but she shrank into a small corner of the sofa, avoiding his open arms.

Lan Qing was stunned, and his hand was hanging in the air. After a few seconds, he slowly put it down and said in a soft voice, "eat something. If you go on like this, your body will not be able to bear it."

He picked up the porridge box on the table, got up and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later, when she appeared in front of her again, she was holding a bowl of hot porridge in her hand, and was still steaming with sweet heat.

Li Qingning looked at the porridge sent to his mouth, gently swallowed his saliva, said: "let me go, or you will watch me die in front of you."

She looked down at the delicate porcelain bowl in front of her, and her eyes inadvertently touched his slender and beautiful hands. His white hands with some obvious red print, like a red mushroom cloud.

"What's wrong with your hand?" She raised her eyes to his calm eyes.

He followed her line of sight to see, light said: "nothing, I don't know how to use those things in the kitchen, accidentally burned it."

She suddenly had a sour nose and a sudden urge to cry. At the same time, she also told herself in her heart that she must leave as soon as possible. If it goes on like this, she will not be willing to leave, and then fall into endless entanglement again.

"You can put it there. I don't want to eat it." She turned her head and no longer looked into the man's eyes, ignoring the ice that began to melt in her heart.

In silence, he put the bowl in front of him, scooped up a shallow spoon of porridge, blew it gently, and sent it to her mouth. There was no doubt that he ordered, "open your mouth."

But Li Qingning just a face firmly side head, with silence to resist his order.

Lan Qing put the spoon with porridge close to her mouth again. She was so stubborn that she didn't want to give up, as if she wanted to eat it.

There is no one in the world who dares to refuse him like this.

Li Qingning frowned and waved his hand in the air. Unexpectedly, he knocked down the spoon in his hand and the delicate bowl that came up together.

The beautiful ceramics were broken in a crisp sound, the spoon was broken, and the steaming porridge was scattered all over the ground, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Her eyes were wide open, staring at the debris on the ground, which scattered on the black marble floor, like her broken heart.

Lan Qing slowly took back the hand hanging in the air, sat beside her, quietly, as if nothing had happened.

She quietly swept his face with the residual light from the corner of her eyes. His eyes also fell on the mess on the ground. His lips were tightly pressed into a line, and the line of his chin was tight. The warm yellow crystal lamp on the top cast a shadow on his face, which made his face look full at the moment.

She dropped her eyes, looked at the lines on her skirt, bit her lower lip, and listened to the clock ticking on the wall. Time passed by.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked towards the door. The huge sound of closing the door made her body tremble slightly. She even heard the sound of "clattering" in her heart.

She slowly got up from the sofa, went to the small pile of debris, squatted down, bit by bit picked up the white debris carefully.

I do not know why, tears finally can not help, Bata Bata to seep out of the eyes, straight down, like a broken line of beads, fell on the back of her hand, fell on those white pieces, flashing crystal clear light.

In the middle of her collection, the door of the apartment was opened again.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashed a little surprise, she thought, the man because she can't stand her cold attitude and left, but did not expect, ten minutes later, he will appear in front of her again, still carrying a new packed hot porridge.

"Stand there and don't move." Seeing her standing up in the debris, his voice sounded a little hasty.

This time she was unexpectedly obedient, standing there quietly, looking at him with wide eyes, black pupils flashing complex emotions.

Lan Qing went to her, put porridge on the table, lowered her head, carefully took the pieces in her hands, said: "go and sit."

Then she looked at the president of Tang Tang Lan, crouched down in front of her, quietly picking up the debris on the ground without saying a word.

Her heart is like being soaked in a cup of high concentration lemon juice. The wrinkled sour feeling makes her turn her head and stop looking at the man's figure.

"Don't walk on the ground barefoot tonight. Tomorrow I'll ask someone to clean it up thoroughly. You drink the porridge and I'll go first." After he explained quietly, he threw the debris into the garbage can, turned to open the door and disappeared in her sight.

Listening to the sound of the door closing gently, she turned around, and her eyes fell on the bowl of porridge he left on the tea table.

She walked slowly, knelt down beside the tea table, put her hands on the warm bowl, and closed her eyes gently. She clearly heard the voice of her heart melting little by little.

But she suddenly opened her eyes and kept telling herself in her heart that she and Lanqing are just two intersecting parallel lines. After a short intersection, they can only go farther and farther. No matter how strong she is, they are destined to be people in two different worlds.

What Lan Qing wants is a little woman who is obedient to him and abandons the whole world for him. However, she just doesn't want to be such a woman. What she wants is just an ordinary feeling.