Their Intriguing Marriage

There was a trace of fatigue between Lan Qing's eyebrows, but there was still a light of happiness and excitement in her eyes. With a gentle smile in her mouth, she looked at her and said, "of course, we can't be disturbed on our wedding night."

Li Qingning curled his mouth, poked his finger at his waist and said, "you actually said that Sisi is someone else. Tomorrow I will tell Sisi that her father thinks she is in the way!"

He suddenly sat up and twisted his hands around her waist. He lowered his voice and threatened, "you dare to sow discord between our father and daughter... But it doesn't matter. Sissy seems to love me more all the time."

"Narcissism..." she snorted and whispered to herself.

Did not expect his lips but straight down, stopped less than a centimeter away from her place, warm breath spray on her face, said: "what do you say?"

"Nothing... Nothing..." Li Qingning struggled with a smile, but his hand around his waist became tighter and tighter. He couldn't move, so he had to lean on his arms, and then fell into his passionate kiss.

The car stopped at a resort in the suburb, surrounded by several artificial lakes, reflecting the dazzling lights of the castle like building in the center at night.

After getting out of the car, Li Qingning looked around in surprise. After living in this city for so many years, she never knew that there was such a resort.

As if to guess her mind, Lan Qing took her shoulder and said, "this is the year when you left. I bought this place specially to build it for you. Now it seems that I really had foresight at that time."

She turned her head and looked at him with a smug look on her face. But before she spoke, he looked at her and said, "Qingning, in my heart, you are my only princess, so would you like to live in my castle?"

The night was a little deep, her cheeks were hot, she thought she was blushing again because of shyness, she nodded her head with a smile.

The smile in Lan Qing's eyes is more and more enthusiastic, and he holds her horizontally and walks towards the castle.

The master bedroom in the castle has been warm and romantic for a long time. The night is blocked by purple velvet curtains. The round bed is covered with red rose petals. Red candles are lit everywhere in the room. The atmosphere is warm and ambiguous.

Lan Qing listens to the clattering sound of water coming from the bathroom, and his heart can't help flowing hot. He looked at the diamond crown that Li Qingning had put on the table, still shining with dazzling light. At the moment, even with the fragrance of her hair, his heart beat faster.

His fingertips gently stroked the hard and cold diamond above, and the scenes of the day flashed in front of him again and again like slow motion pictures. She wore the wedding dress he had seen over and over the years, took his arm to the priest, and whispered in the warm eyes of the guests that I would like to... All these things are really beautiful, just like dreams.

At this time, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, and the sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" Li Qingning walked up to him with a smile and put his arms around his waist.

He turned his head slowly and saw that she was wearing a white bathrobe, her hair was dripping wet, and the hot air just after bathing still covered her, her bright eyes were like stars wrapped in wisps of fog, her cheeks were as red as a girl, and her lips were even more delicate than rose petals on the bed.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said with a smile, "sleeping with wet hair will give you a headache."

"Oh..." she nodded thoughtfully and said, "I'll blow dry and come out again..."

But he took her by the wrist and said with a smile, "I'll help you."

In front of the crystal mirror in the bathroom, she cleverly let him fiddle with her hair. His slender fingers shuttle between her long hair like ink, holding the hair dryer in the other hand, carefully taking care of each strand of hair, his action is so gentle, at this time, it is more like a father taking care of his daughter.

"You're like my father..." Li Qingning looked at Lan Qing in the mirror and said softly. But when it comes to his father, Li Tianhao's greedy face flashed in his mind and suddenly took a cold breath.

As if feeling the slight trembling of her body, he quickly guessed her mind, still gently blowing her hair, said: "from now on, I will always take care of you, don't let you get a little hurt, treat you and sissy as my daughter's pet, OK?"

She dropped her eyes and said with a light smile, "well, you are not allowed to bully me in the future."

With a gesture in his hand, he bent down and stopped in her ear, deliberately letting his warm breath fall on her ear, as if whispering in a whisper, he said, "I can't guarantee this."

Before Li Qingning could answer, he put down the hair dryer, picked her up, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Her cheeks were red, her hands were around his neck, and she was soft in his arms.

The moonlight is like water, the night is particularly deep, the spring night tent in the swan castle is warm, and even the starry sky over their heads is particularly gentle.

But on the other side of the city, there is a different kind of bustle.

Before dawn, the men and women in Lan Kwai Fong who are looking for and making music really enter the high tide of night life. The restless sound of music fills their ears and ignites the latent desire in everyone's eyes. I hope it is similar to the wild nature that can't be shown in the daytime, and even the smile on their faces.

Everyone here, on the whole, has more or less in common. They show a little-known side here, put down all their masks and become the person who they want but can't be in the rational world.

He Jiawen was sitting in the VIP card seat, holding a bottle of German black beer in his hand, leaning on the red sofa with his legs crossed, squinting at the white thighs that flashed in front of him.

Those night girls with gorgeous makeup and fashionable clothes are guessing which young man is the young master of his family, but no one seems to know him.

Just as they were discussing whether to go up to chat up, another man with more delicate appearance and deep eyebrows also walked into the card seat.

"Hey, what's up? Is this a good place for me to meet you? " He Jiawen raised the bottle to him with a smile, then raised his neck and poured the rest of the cold liquid with the smell of wheat into his throat.

Brad frowned, looked around with the keys in his hand, and said, "but it doesn't look like a good place to talk about things here."