Their Intriguing Marriage

Li Qingning's eyes can't help reddening again. She takes Sisi into her arms and doesn't let her see the water vapor in her eyes. She whispers, "no, there's no quarrel."

"Mom, don't hide it from me. I know something bad has happened, but it will get better." Sissy's voice was full of that innocent, tearful sincerity.

Li Qingning held her in her arms, blinked her eyes, and a drop of tears fell down on Sisi's face.

Sisi was full of heartache and muddled. She gently stroked her face, stroked her wet eyes and said, "Mom, don't cry, or I'll ask Dad why he's angry, OK? I miss my father very much, and so does Xiao Sheng. "

But Li Qingning did not speak. He just held her in his arms and held her closer.

Trust, it turns out that sometimes it is such a fragile thing, can't stand a little scrutiny and test? Li Qingning asked himself again and again in his heart.

Maybe she cared too much, she thought to herself, if one day, the newspaper exposed the intimate photos of Lan Qing and other women, she thought, she would also go crazy. May care, often is the beginning of loss, loss of judgment, loss of self.

At night, the lamplight on the floor of the CEO's office is lonely. Standing on the ground, looking up, it looks like a distant and lonely star in the night.

Li Lin pushes open the door of the office and sees Lan Qing sitting behind his desk, still buried in a pile of documents. For several days in a row, he suddenly turned into a perpetual motion machine, spinning day and night, sleeping only a few hours at dawn every night, and then he put himself into endless work.

She lowered her eyes, covered the emotion in her eyes, put a cup of coffee in front of Lan Qing, and said, "Mr. LAN, the coffee you want."

But he didn't lift his head, just a faint "um".

"Mr. LAN, would you like to have a rest in the lounge on the 28th floor?" she said subconsciously, looking at the dim look on Lan Qing's face.

But before he finished, he was frightened by the look in his eyes. His face turned blue, like the two lips of a blade, and said, "you can get off work."

On the sixth day, the black coffee finally couldn't support him and let his nerves continue to be invincible. When he got into the car, he just said "go home", then he closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat as if he had fallen asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the outline of LAN's villa had appeared in his sight. Over the past few days, that kind of deep miss almost makes him crazy, but he has been trying his best to restrain himself, always reminding himself, so that he can keep calm.

After entering the door, he went straight upstairs. Unexpectedly, he ran into Mrs. LAN, who seemed to have been waiting for him.

"Come to the study with me." She looked at him up and down, looking at the blue stubble of his chin and the tiredness in his eyes, her eyebrows could not help shaking a few times, but without saying anything more, she turned and walked towards the study.

"Are you living in the company these days?" Mrs. LAN sat on the sofa in her study, her eyes constantly scanning the tall body in front of her eyes.

Lan Qing did not speak, just nodded gently.

After all, she is a mother. Looking at her son's troubled and vicissitudes, she can't help feeling distressed.

"Then come and sit down." She motioned him to sit down and said, "I'll ask the chef to cook some soup for you. You're not young. Why don't you care for yourself? Is it because of Li Qingning..."

When she thought of this, she could not help frowning slightly, and there was a trace of disgust and disdain in her eyes.

Lan Qing stretched out her hand and pinched between her eyebrows, then quietly interrupted her and said, "no, it's because there are a lot of things in the company recently."

"Don't hide it from me. I'm your mother. I can't understand your mind? I know that Jiawen has always been hostile to you, which is also my fault. But if you want to say that their photos are Wulong deliberately created by Jiawen, how can you explain the photos of her and the man? "

"Xiaoqing, I have already said that this woman is not suitable for you. You were determined to go your own way, and now you can see the consequences. If you don't make an end as soon as possible, how can our family and LAN's family afford such tortuousness?" Mrs. Lan's tone at this time was no longer so aggressive, and she said to him sincerely.

This kind of saying seems to be the same as five years ago. Life seems to have become a circle, walking and going back to the starting point. He thought so with a helpless smile on his lips.

"Mom, it's my business. I'll take care of it myself." He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the tea table at random, and said calmly.

"It's going to take care of it, it's going to take care of it, and that's what you say. But over the years, which storm was not caused by her? Which time did not have an irreparable impact on our family and the LAN family? Think about it for yourself and give me a satisfactory answer. "

Mrs. LAN knew the spleen of Lan Qing, so she didn't press too hard. After leaving this sentence, she stood up and went out.

Lan Qing lay on the sofa with some weakness, and soon fell into a deep sleep. This is the first time in so many days that he slept so deeply. Maybe there is something about her. Even if he can't see her, he will feel more at ease.

He had a light sleep since he was a child, but this time, he had a heavy sleep. In his sleep, he seemed to feel li Qingning's breath lingering around him, her fingertips gently across his cheek, but the whole person exuded a sense of sadness.

When he woke up, he found that it was already dark, and on his body, there was a thin velvet quilt, which seemed to have her remaining fragrance. He knew that she had come.

When he sat up, he felt that his physical and mental fatigue had eased a little over the past few days. He got up and walked out of the study.

Subconsciously, he went to the door of their bedroom and was about to push the door in. But after touching the cold metal touch of the handle, he took it back and stood in front of the door for a moment.

In the end, he pushed the door and went in.

Before dinner time, Li Qingning was sitting beside her bed, holding a Sketchpad to draw. She was wearing a lake blue shawl, which spread over her shoulders. She looked so serious that her hair was scattered on her cheek and blocked her sight.

He walked over gently, looked down at her and said, "it's cold in autumn. Why are you sitting here again?"

After hearing what he said, she seemed to be surprised. The drawing board in her hand slipped down her knees, and the white papers scattered on the ground. She looked up at him. From this point of view, in the past, he was really like a tall god. Maybe she never really stood with him.