Their Intriguing Marriage

After Lan Qing left, light snow began to float out of the window again. The air conditioner in the living room was warm. Sisi, who always liked outdoor activities, could only lie in front of the French window in the living room with Xiao Ke and looked out of the window eagerly.

There are ice flowers on some fuzzy glass. The old record player in the room slowly flows out soft music. Lan Qing sent someone to come back from Europe after knowing that she likes classical music.

There is a cup of rose tea on the table in front of the sofa. Since knowing that she is pregnant, coffee seems to disappear in this house overnight.

Li Qingning stood up and went to the window. Looking out of the window, the whole world was shrouded in a light white light, and the years showed a little light.

In her contented and peaceful expression, she revealed a little worry, because the things and people that flashed in her mind made her unable to let go.

No one can really stand in the cloud and look down on the world from the perspective of God. Everyone, in this bright, warm, complex, dirty, crowded world, is just a tiny, inadequate existence.

No matter how peaceful and beautiful the world is experiencing, or how heartbroken it is, the world has never stopped its pace of progress. It keeps everything in balance in a rational and almost cruel way.

The square of this city is not as wide and leisurely as that of New York. Brad sits on the bench beside the square and quietly looks at the people who are in a hurry. They all hang their eyes and rush to their destination. It seems that even at the last moment of their lives, they will stride to another world.

Just after a light snow, the sky looks very blue, the sun is also gradually with a trace of heat. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered the square where he first met Li Qingning. Later, they would often go to the square. He took a Sketchpad and recorded her every look and smile.

He took out the mobile phone from his pocket. The original memory of the mobile phone was not big. It was full of memories of the past five years and all kinds of scenes. It was just that the heroine in each photo was the same person. She either had a light smile or a quiet face. Every appearance seemed to be deep in his mind.

In the morning, the sunny light generously fell on him, wrapping his hair, eyebrows and eyelashes in a golden color, casting a beautiful shadow on his face. It was just the kind of smile from the heart in the photo, but it was like a beautiful time gone forever.

The story between them is like a TV play that will come to the end of the play, but all along, he doesn't want to really believe it from his heart.

At the moment, in the building of LAN's group, Lan Qing is sitting behind his desk, turning over the documents in his hand. Without Li Qingning, his facial features still seem to have never changed, sharp and indifferent, and the narrow corners of his eyes and chin are as sharp as a dagger.

"You should prepare the relevant materials for the acquisition as soon as possible. I'll meet Lin Bai some time." He got up, pushed the black folder to Li Lin through his desk, and said without expression.

Li Lin only felt that her back was stiff. When she bent down to take over the folder, her spine still made a "click" sound. She nodded gently and said, "yes."

At this moment, on the other side of the city, he Jiawen is sitting in front of Lin Jianxiong's luxurious tombstone. Looking at the photo, he has a gentle and sharp smile, and his eyes suddenly lose focus.

The long legs stretched freely in front of him, with a trace of vicissitudes on his handsome face. He has been sitting here for more than two hours, like a silent communication with the man who is sleeping here.

He raised the corner of his mouth, with an ugly smile on his handsome face, and said softly, "Dad, can I call you that?"

On the cold stone tablet, Lin Jianxiong's smile is still the same. Every expression on his face seems to be so official and formulaic, and he can't see the true or false feelings.

After a pause, he continued: "look at the 15% shares you left me, I should call you dad, shouldn't I?" He raised his hand and rubbed his red eyes, but suddenly he rubbed out a trace of moisture.

Although he has owned Lin's shares, and finally got everything he wanted and a public identity as he had imagined many times before, he still feels that he is like a redundant patch to the world.

As night came, Feng Yifei sat on the bed of the hospital and looked out of the window. It seems that since he was admitted to the hospital, he suddenly became quiet, like an old man, but in fact, he was not that old.

He looked through the bright glass at the huge moon on the sky outside. In the moonlight, the whole person looks a little thin. After suffering from cancer again and again, the ravines on his face add a few more.

He looked down at his watch. As soon as he raised his head, Feng Chi gently opened the door and came in.

These days, he has been insisting that after the company is busy, he will come here to accompany the night. Every day, he only sleeps on the sofa beside the hospital bed for a short time.

Feng Yi looked at him with flying eyes. The fatigue in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and his cheek was with green stubble. He was very distressed, but no matter how he advised him, he insisted on staying here.

"Aunt Xu specially stewed the pigeon soup all afternoon. I specially came home from the company to get it." Feng Chi stood at the edge of the hospital bed, drooping his eyes, carefully poured the milky white soup into the bowl. When he brought the bowl to his father, his eyes showed expectation and softness, like a child expecting to be affirmed.

Feng Yifei picked up the steaming soup and sipped it. He said faintly, "I'll go through the formalities tomorrow. I'm tired of living here. I always want to stay at home when I get old."

"But what about the regular inspection every day? Although there is a doctor at home, but just in case... "Feng Chi said here, suddenly stopped, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and never said the second half of the sentence.

Feng Yifei looked at him with a smile and said, "I know my body. Besides, didn't you say that the doctor told you that the drugs have controlled the spread of cancer cells? It's boring to stay here. " All of a sudden, he looked like a kid asking for sugar.

Feng Chi lowered his eyes, thought about it seriously, hesitated for a while, and then said softly, "OK."

Looking at the light radian of his father's lips, he calmly smiles and says, "I won't go to the company tomorrow. I'll accompany you home."

Then he turned and went out to make a phone call. When I raised my head, I subconsciously put my hand on my face and wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes.