Their Intriguing Marriage

It was as if she heard her breathing and felt her presence. Mrs. LAN turned her head, looked haughtily and coldly across her face and said, "come and sit down." The voice was full of that unquestionable and defiant dignity.

Li Qingning had no choice but to hang her head and sit down on the sofa beside her.

"You..." Mrs. LAN pondered for a moment, and suddenly said with a smile, "I really don't know how to call you now, Li Qingning."

Li Qingning's eyelashes trembled a few times, and he still hung his head like a teacher.

"I really don't know what you're thinking about. Can't you be satisfied with the reputation of the president's wife of LAN's group, such a splendid life and Lan Qing's love for you? I really don't understand what a woman like you wants. Do you have to have all the men around you to satisfy your poor sense of existence? "

Li Qingning bit her lips and shook her head. She couldn't hold back her eyes. Once again, she was covered with mist. She said softly, "Mom, it's not like this."

"Don't call me mom, I don't have a child like you!" Mrs. LAN looked at her and said fiercely.

While listening to Mrs. Lan's lesson, Li Qingning falls down as fast as she can. It seems that the ground suddenly splits into a deep crack. Her whole body is falling in a straight line towards the deepest darkness.

Some kind of loss and sadness in her heart seized her tightly, and this kind of emotion finally turned into cold and piercing despair, which filled her whole heart like ice, just like unconsciousness. Even the tears rolled down her cheek, she didn't realize it, just felt a little warm from the back of her hand.

Mrs. LAN looked at her with her head down and said nothing. She was only in tears. She didn't want to waste any more words with her, so she got up and walked upstairs.

Li Qingning closed his eyes and felt very tired. He leaned on the sofa. In front of his eyes, however, when Lan Qing left in the morning, he was disappointed and determined. He is like a huge and cold black hole, quietly devouring himself.

Of course, at the moment, she can't feel the pain and sadness of Lan Qing. He got up in the morning as usual, and then gently kisses her forehead, looking at the bright sunshine, he was in a good mood.

But when he came downstairs, he saw Mrs. LAN sitting in the living room in silence. When he went over, she spread the newspapers in front of him with a black face and said, "look what your good wife has done behind your back!"

He leaned over and picked up the newspapers, but the headlines and pictures that came into his eyes were like throwing several atomic bombs into his mind at the same time, which instantly paralyzed his mind.

Of course, he also knows that these are mostly made up by unscrupulous media, and to a large extent, they are manipulated by people behind their backs. However, when he saw those intimate photos in the newspaper, his whole blood still rushed towards his brain, and two flames were burning in his eyes, which looked like his breath of grief.

In an instant, the wind of hunting in the huge and vast dark universe was all his anger and sorrow.

When Li Lin opened the door of the president's office, he was holding his chin in one hand, calm face, as if thinking about something. She took a deep subconscious breath, then went in and stood in front of him.

"Mr. LAN, up to now, 12 media have called to interview you face to face. As far as I know, there are still many media blocking the gates of LAN and Lin. do you think it is necessary to start crisis public relations?"

Lan Qing seems to be trapped in his own thoughts, did not hear what she said, delayed did not speak, after a few minutes, he opened his mouth, light said: "this matter to you to deal with."

His voice sounded a little hoarse, and he lowered his head and index finger to draw a few circles at his temple.

Not long after Li Lin left, the door of the office was pushed open again. Lan Qing didn't lift his head and asked, "what else is the matter?"

"If I remember correctly, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Brother, how can I not understand what you said?" A voice with a relaxed smile came into his ears.

Lan Qing raised his head, on his smiling eyes, chin lines can not help but more taut more tight, "what are you doing?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm also one of the persons in charge of the department store project. I'm here to talk to you about something today. " He Jiawen's expression looked very natural, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Sit down." Lan Qing adjusted his sitting posture, then watched him untie the two buttons on his suit, and naturally sat opposite him.

He looked at the pure and harmless face. At the moment, the smile on his lips seemed as if spring still stopped in his smile, which made it difficult to associate him with any conspiracy.

Lan Qing stood up, walked around the desk behind him, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"Brother, you are..." he Jiawen turned to look at him and asked with a smile.

He frowned slightly and said, "please call me Mr. LAN in the company."

He Jiawen shrugged at him and said, "OK, Mr. LAN, can we talk about the project now?"

"Did you read the newspaper report this morning?" Lan Qing suddenly stood beside him and looked down at every tiny change on his face.

Unexpectedly, he Jiawen just laughed and said, "it turns out that you are so abnormal today because of those reports... It's just groundless." He laughed and shook his head.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Lan Qing looked into his eyes and asked straightforwardly. His eyes were like sharp arrow feathers, shooting toward him.

"The other person in the photo is me... Of course, it has something to do with me... Brother, oh no, Mr. LAN, you have been up and down shopping malls for many years. You should not care about these media scribbles." He Jiawen still looked at the serious expression on Lan Qing's face with a smile, as if he shook his head helplessly.

Lan Qing suddenly leaned over and grasped his collar, lifted him up from the chair, approached him, and his sharp eyes formed a huge sense of oppression, which made him have nowhere to retreat.

"You should know what I asked..." he lowered his voice, and his broad chest seemed to vibrate with the words.

He Jiawen looked at him innocently and said, "brother, I don't quite understand what you say."

Lan Qing's hand clenched more tightly, that kind of powerful force let him coughing a few times, the face also became not as ruddy as before.