Their Intriguing Marriage

When Lan Qing came downstairs, the scene in front of him was strangely harmonious. Mrs. LAN is still elegant and proud, tasting coffee and looking up and down at the young girl.

And Shen Xingchen's face is always with a flattering smile, his eyes are full of humility, respectfully answering every cold question of Mrs. LAN.

She suddenly raised her eyes, on the blue engine a pair of cold without any temperature pupil, the smile on the face suddenly became pale.

All the things of last night were clearly on the edge of her mind. He held his hand tightly and asked again and again, "why should I fall in love with others? Why did you leave? "

He even humbly apologized and prayed for forgiveness. He put his face on her palm and said softly, "Qingning, I'm wrong. I misunderstood you at the beginning. Would you like to come back? Do you know how much I miss you? I love you so much, how can you leave me... "

And all this

It's all for that woman.

What about yourself? Even if it was a substitute, he didn't even look at her. Even if she took off her clothes and pasted them on her own initiative, he was not moved at all. He just mumbled the woman's name over and over again.

There seemed to be a black hole in her heart. There was a place completely hollowed out, and the hole remained empty in her chest.

She changed into a lively and pleasant face, and her eyes fell on Mrs. LAN again. And Mrs. LAN seems to be very eat this set, always cold proud face unexpectedly also become soft up.

"I've just asked for you. Although Miss Shen's family is not a business celebrity, her father and grandfather are both important government officials and have a clean family background. Now that you two have reached this stage, you should take care of yourself. It's better to settle this matter first."

When Mrs. Lan's eyes swept over Shen Xingchen, she said with a sweet smile: "aunt, you can call me a Xing later."

But standing on one side of Lan Qing is calm face, as if trying to suppress his inner anger, coldly squeezed two words from his throat: "absurd."

Then he marched towards the door.

Looking at his far away back, the light in Shen Xingchen's eyes gradually faded. Originally, she seemed to have been a step closer to her goal, but for some reason, she suddenly felt such a great sense of loss in her heart. It was like drowning her.

Mrs. LAN looked up at the young girl and said, "Miss Shen, as long as you listen to me, I promise you will get what you want."

She bit her lip, nodded and said, "madam, I'll go to the company, too."

Mrs. LAN closed her eyes slightly, leaned back and waved her hand. She just got up and ran after Lan Qing's figure.

It's April day in this city again. It should be a refreshing and refreshing season for all things to recover.

But for this city, the sun is too early to start warm up, pedestrians on the road can even feel the crackling sound of asphalt road under the sun.

The crowd on the street is surging, and the heat wave after wave is mixed with water vapor, attacking the crowd on the road. There is a kind of acquaintance between people's breath, which can jump up the dry heat of Mars at any time.

Everything in this city seems to be the same as five years ago, or even the same. Even people's complaints seem to have never changed.

A high-end cemetery far away from the city center is not so restless. There was a funeral going on, surrounded by black particles that surrounded everyone present.

Outside the cemetery is a row of towering trees. In such a hot sun, they cast dark shadows, like the shadows of ghosts, with strange desolation and grief.

There is a round building in the cemetery, which is similar to the Taj Mahal in India. At the moment, the hall of the white building is equipped with a elegant mourning hall. All the guests are dressed in black. It looks like the crowd is splashed with asphalt, which is depressing.

Female guests wear black dress or formal dress, while men wear black suit and tie, which looks like black deacons in comics.

Mrs. Lin stood on one side of the hall, with an expression of sadness and despair on her face, as if the whole world had collapsed. Her tears seemed to have dried up, and she just looked at the portrait in a daze.

Lin Bai helped her to keep calm and calm, but her eyes were red all the time, as if she had been soaked by the water in the swimming pool.

Lin Jianxiong's face is still dignified and his eyes are so sharp that people are afraid. His brows were locked, and the pattern of law looked very deep.

The scene was silent, and the heartbeat of dozens of people on the scene slowed down. The scene looked like a black-and-white silent film, with a strange solemnity.

Shen Xingchen is wearing a black Armani suit and follows Lan Qing. Mrs. LAN is standing beside Lan Qing. They are looking in the same direction, but some people are in silence, others are not.

Cao Yanqing looks at the man on the portrait with deep brows. She is always elegant and dignified. At the moment, she is like a widow, full of sadness. After a simple mourning, she turned away first.

Among the crowd, there is also a young and handsome face worthy of attention. But in fact, no one paid attention to his existence.

From small to large, it seems that his existence can never be really spread out in front of the world, so he has gradually become accustomed to the existence of such a transparent person.

He Jiawen stood in the crowd dressed in black, staring at the big portrait standing in the yellow and white chrysanthemums.

The man in the photo looks familiar and strange. He doesn't seem to have much in common with him in my impression, but his blood is flowing on him. This is a fact that no one can change.

When Mrs. LAN left, she passed by he Jiawen. After a short contact with him, she quickly moved away and walked towards the door of the hall.

Lan Qing's face is indifferent. After the whole funeral process, his chin is always strong and aloof. Looking at Lin Jianxiong on the portrait, he looks like a winner.

Lin Jianxiong, I told you that as long as you have my LAN Jiuyi day, it is impossible for you to easily swallow the LAN family. It has not been realized in the past, and it is absolutely impossible in the future.

Lan Qing's fist hanging on his side was tightly tightened.

After the memorial service, Shen Xingchen obediently follows Lan Qing and is ready to leave, but a force pulls her dead behind her.