Their Intriguing Marriage

Lan Qing seems to be asleep, his lips are tightly pursed, but the tight lines on his face have gradually spread out, looking much softer.

Looking at him, Li Qingning felt a little heartache in his heart. His chest was like the north wind blowing away, whistling ceaselessly.

Her mind kept echoing the scene at that time. She watched the light in his eyes darken and felt the stiffness of his body.

He is such a proud man, but under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, he seems to have been stripped bare and beaten with a whip dipped in salt water. All the secrets are his scars, which can be seen in full view of the public at this night.

The driver drove the car so fast that the streets sped past the windows at night. Li Qingning thought about it and asked the driver to drive to Dr. Du's clinic first.

When Dr. Du didn't know that he had been blown up from his sleep for dozens of times, he was unable to complain any more. He looked at Lan Qing's tall body on the driver's back, but he shook his head and turned on the light of the research clinic.

He felt over Lan Qing's calm chest like a lake. After a kind of examination, he took off the stethoscope hanging around his neck. Looking at the faint light shining in Li Qingning's eyes, he asked, "what happened?"

Li Qingning sorted out the whole story in a nutshell, and then summed it up to him in ten sentences.

In other words, Lan Qing suddenly learned that his mother and Lin Jianxiong, the chairman of the Lin family, had an illegitimate son, and that he knew it at the same time with most of the city's business celebrities and partners. Then he drank a few bottles of wine in front of his father's graveyard, and then he became unconscious.

After summing up, she suddenly felt that things didn't seem so complicated.

really? Of course not.

Du Zihao sighed again, like an old man.

"In general, there are several conditions for apnea. According to my preliminary conjecture, Lan Qing's condition should be due to his excessive alcohol intake. At the same time, because of continuous high-intensity work, his body foundation is somewhat empty. For these reasons, his body is in a state of temporary shock sleep. " He looked calm as if he were reading an unrelated case book.

Now it's late at night, because of sleepiness, Li Qingning's brain has begun to show a half-time state, but her expression still seems to be very seriously listening to his words, for a long time, slowly asked: "do you mean... He suddenly... Fell asleep

Du Zihao shrugged his shoulders and said, "you can also say that. After all, he is still a person after all, what kind of body can't help such a toss. "

Li Qingning, looking at the figure lying on the white sheet, flashed a little gloomy in his eyes.

This man, it seems that he is not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself?

The next morning, Lan Qing screwed his brows, opened his eyes, looked at the white ceiling on the top, as if he could guess something.

He sat up from the bed and saw Li Qingning lying on the sofa with her head on her side and her chest undulating steadily.

And... Leaning on her shoulder, Du Zihao, who was sleepless, stretched out his long legs on the ground. It looked like a bamboo pole used for dancing at a Miao party.

His eyes sank, he lifted his thin quilt and went to Du Zihao. He kicked his outstretched leg unhappily.

"Ah What's the matter? " Du Zihao suddenly sat up from the sofa and looked around with a nervous expression. Then he faced LAN Qingmian's expressionless face and the questions in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Li Qingning, who was still sleeping so heavily by the armrest of the sofa. Suddenly, he realized and laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to rely on your family in Qingning, but yesterday I was afraid that something might happen to you in the middle of the night. She insisted on being here with you, so..."

He shivered in his heart and consciously accepted the torture of Lan Qing's eyes. He explained everything with an expression of Fu FA.

Suddenly, like thinking of something, he stood up from the sofa. His numb legs made him frown inadvertently, but he still looked at Lan Qing with a serious face. The changes of his expression were seamless.

"Why?" Lan Qing's eyes swept over Li Qingning, who was still sleeping soundly. He asked in a low voice, with a little smile on his face, as if he was not surprised that he appeared in the hospital.

Du Zihao dropped his eyes and thought about it seriously, and said, "it's said that he would never drink again? Even if it's... "He said," no matter how big things happen, you don't have to have trouble with your body. Do you know yourself... "

Lan Qing's eyes swept Li Qingning and motioned him not to say any more. He shook his head helplessly and said, "forget it, you must remember my words in the future."

Looking at Li Qingning's sleeping expression, he nodded obediently for the first time.

Just as he walked out quietly, the familiar voice of the woman behind him suddenly came into his ears.

"Where are you going?" Her voice sounded a little anxious.

He stepped at the foot of a meal, stopped at the door position, but did not turn.

Last night, he sat in front of his father's tomb, listening to her cold voice, "Lan Qing, I don't love you, I dare not love you any more."

Heart suddenly a burst of inexplicable pain, that kind of feeling, even more than the secret of the LAN family in front of the public to unlock the moment let his heart a tight.

When things get to this point, shouldn't we just say goodbye quietly and let her go. But how could he watch her leave? He couldn't imagine.

"Back to the company." His voice had no emotional ups and downs, cold and haughty.

Li Qingning walked to him quickly, holding his sleeve tightly with one hand, and her white shirt was wrinkled by her.

He looked down at her holding his hand, suddenly moved. For the first time in a long time, she seemed to contact him so actively.

She said firmly and unquestionably, "come back to the villa with me. I promise your mother to take you back. She..."

She looked at her wrinkled shirt, released her hand and said softly, "she looks like she has something to say to you. Go back."

The whole Lan's villa was restored to its former appearance, luxurious and magnificent, as if all the dramatic plots of last night had never existed.

When they walked into Lan's villa, Mrs. Lan was reclining on the sofa. She was still wearing last night's cheongsam. She looked like she had not slept all night.