Their Intriguing Marriage

Mrs. LAN is standing by the window. Her face is quiet. The warm yellow light from the crystal chandelier envelops her layer by layer and casts a shadow on her face. The outline of the whole person is not very clear, as if to melt into the night.

LAN Qingcai suddenly found that her mother was beautiful.

"Are you coming?" At the moment, her tone and expression look very soft.

In his memory, he almost never saw his mother like this. Even at her father's funeral, she still kept a pair of steel like indestructible tenacity and delicacy. No matter the expression on her face or her clothes were meticulous, it seemed that the torrent of sadness could never hurt her, but now

He dropped his eyes, went in and said faintly, "well... What did you say to him? I don't think he was in a good mood when he went out. "

Mrs. LAN tightened her tight shawl, with a smile on her lips, and said softly, "nothing, but just like what I said to you, it's all the chat between mother and son."

Lan Qing knows that she won't say anything if she asks any more. She turns around and plans to leave.

"He is your younger brother. Even if there are any mistakes, promise mom that you will tolerate him as much as possible and help him correct his mistakes, OK?" The woman, who had never bowed her head to anyone, now looked at her son's back and said such words with a trace of sincere prayer in her voice.

Why has she changed so much? She is really old.

Lan Qing at the foot of the step, a deep breath, gently nodded, "well," a sound, said: "you have an early rest." Then he went out and gently closed the door.

This farce has finally come to an end. It's just a little punctuation on the long road of life. Everything is coming slowly.

After he Jiawen came out of the LAN villa, he found a man standing by the garage. In the cold night, the shadow skirt was floating in the night wind, which seemed unreal and unreal.

"Why haven't you left yet?" He went forward and saw that Shen Xingchen was standing there. The temperature in the autumn night was very low. She was wearing a thin long skirt. The tip of her nose was red with cold, and she was shaking in the cold wind.

"Originally the housekeeper wanted to arrange for the driver to see me off, but I still want to wait for you, OK? Are you OK? Mrs. LAN, she didn't blame you, did she? " She took his hand and asked in succession.

Her eyes reflected the brilliant lights of the LAN family. It looked bright, as if his own shadow was in his eyes. His heart suddenly flashed a trace of intolerance. He gently shook his head and said: "no, just told me to get along well with my elder brother in the future..." he looked at her face and continued: "and treat you well."

"Really?" Her eyes seem to be suddenly lit up, eyes smile curved corners of the mouth with a good-looking smile, "Mrs. LAN really say so? I thought... She'd mind the past... She'd think... I'm not good enough for you... After all... "Her voice became more and more low, and then she dropped her eyes.

He took her hand, the index finger of the other hand gently touched her head and said, "what are you thinking about? As I said, I don't care about the past. The important thing is in the future. "

Then he pinched her cool fingertips and held her hand in his palm. Then he rubbed it gently and warmed her with the heat of his palm. "Are you cold after standing here for so long?"

Looking at her smiling and shaking his head, the tight lines on his face became gentle. He could not help laughing and whispering: "fool."

Shen Xingchen felt the temperature of his arm that ran over his shoulder, and his whole body was suddenly full of warmth. He looked at his side face with a smile.

"Let's go." His body was spread across the suit with a warm perfume, which made her suddenly want to do his best to remember this evening, his side face.

Late at night in autumn is quieter than that in summer, as if the whole world had pressed the mute button. The silent city absorbs all kinds of sounds like a sponge.

Lan Qing is lying on the bed with his back to Li Qingning in this tranquility. His shoulders are undulating very regularly. It looks like he is asleep. But in the dark, his pupils are shining faintly, and they are shining according to the rhythm of breathing.

Li Qingning lies behind him, holding the quilt and looking at his back. There is a faint worry in her eyes. She finally refrains from asking what kind of contradiction he and he Jiawen have.

She knew that this man would never let her bear the slightest trouble for herself, but she also knew clearly that she didn't want him to have a lingering dark cloud in his eyes.

In the dark, she approached him, then gently put her hand on him, relying on him to pass her body temperature to his body, so she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Under the warm yellow light of steaming dense fog, Lin Bai was lying in the water with roses floating in silence, and his face looked dignified.

She pointed the shower head at herself, and the hot water continuously impacted on her body. In the mist, the scene of tonight seemed to emerge in front of her eyes. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the hatred in her heart seemed to spring up like mushrooms. From a small sprout, she kept growing up, and rose up in some fertile soil in her heart.

If not for this mother and son, what would life be like?

Maybe her father won't die, and she won't have painful memories of those years of single love with Lan Qing. Most importantly, no one will come to share 20% of her shares

She closed her eyes and retracted into the bathtub. The hot water enveloped her. The bathtub on her head was all opened and generously radiated heat. This warm and reassuring feeling was like returning to her mother's womb. She was just an embryo without any worries and worries.

Feng Chi is waiting for her outside the door. It's more than an hour since she went in. When she came out of LAN's house, she looked worried. Without saying a word, she went home and got into the bathroom.

At the moment, she is changing the water and heating the bathtub repeatedly. Then she lies on her back and doesn't want to think about anything.

Outside the door of the seal late can't help but, simply directly pushed open the bathroom door and walked in. Her hair was wet on her shoulders and chest. After removing her make-up, she looked just in her early twenties. She was more delicate and wanted to be protected. It was like a fragile porcelain, although she became more and more invulnerable.