Their Intriguing Marriage

After the press conference, the reporters chased Lan Qing and he Jiawen for interviews. Some media braved their lives in order to get news. Even though the female reporter had just been "invited" by the security guards, someone still pushed them with a microphone and asked very quickly, "Mr. LAN, Have those reports had a great impact on your relationship with your wife? "

"Mr. He, what is the relationship between you and Mrs. LAN? There is a rumor that you and the president's wife met at an early age. Is this report true to the rumor that you loved her alone before? "

"President LAN, so far you haven't made any response to this incident. Does the holding of this press conference prove that you and Mr. He have solved it privately?"

Lan Qing just walked out with a cold face and went straight to the car. On the contrary, he Jiawen, with a peaceful smile on his face, followed Lan Qing without saying a word. He was chased quickly and said with a smile: "sorry, no comment." Then I got into another car.

When Mrs. LAN came downstairs, she saw Li Qingning sitting on the sofa and looking at the TV. She went straight to the living room, sat down on the sofa beside her and said, "I believe you've read all the reports, haven't you?"

Seeing that Li Qingning nodded slightly, she adjusted her posture. She looked like a dignified queen. "Do you know... Why didn't Lan Qing respond?"

At this time, Li Qingning raised his head, on her face clear expression, gently asked: "why?"

"Let's not say that he is my son for the moment. Just say that if a man is no longer willing to defend a woman in front of outsiders, then it shows that he has some doubts about this woman in his heart." Mrs. Lan said and took the tea from the servant and sipped it.

Li Qingning lowered his eyes, not to let the loss of the fundus show, biting his lips.

Mrs. LAN looked at her, pursed a smile, but the tone was still light, and said: "Qingning, you know, I was against you together at the beginning. Naturally, I have my reason. You are too tough and arrogant, and people like Lan Qing just have a strong desire for control. That's why you can't go long after all. You have your own ideas, But what Lan Qing needs is a woman who listens to him and is gentle and obedient. Do you understand when I say this? "

Li Qingning took a deep breath and said, "what do you mean?"

"I thought you'd be smart, at least, even though you're not pleasant." Mrs. LAN looked at her with a rare smile, then stood up and walked upstairs.

Of course, Li Qingning knows. What she wants is a divorce agreement?

In LAN's president's office, he Jiawen followed Lan Qing's steps all the way into the office and gently closed the door behind him. With both hands in his pockets, he looked at Lan Qing, who was facing him and went to the wine cabinet, and said, "why don't you answer the questions about Qingning today? You are so silent. If she sees it in front of the TV, won't she be very disappointed? "

Lan Qing poured two glasses of wine in silence, turned around and handed him one. He said indifferently: "our affairs don't need to be explained to others."

"But sometimes, what a woman wants is recognition?" He Jiawen took the glass of wine, shaking, a playful face to ask.

"My woman, she will understand." Lan Qing went to the desk, sat on the wide swivel chair, cocked his legs and looked at him straightly. His vision was as majestic as a king. In other words, he was a king.

He Jiawen drank all the wine in the glass, went to the desk with both hands, his eyes tightly staring at his dark eyes, and said with a smile: "brother, you are always so confident."

"As long as it's what Lanqing wants, there's nothing I can't get. Why can't I be confident?" Lan Qing's mouth slightly raised, with a trace of proud radian, eyes full of aggression, "even if you told me those words, know your mind, but for mom, I still won't do you anything, this is not enough to prove my self-confidence?"

He Jiawen fixed his eyes on him. After more than ten seconds, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "OK, only in this way can the story be more interesting. Brother, I hope you can always have such self-confidence." Then he shrugged at him, turned and walked out the door.

Looking at his back, Lan Qing's face gradually collapsed, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were a little chilly. The light on the top of the office enveloped him, but the warm yellow light projected on his face didn't look warm.

However, even if he has full confidence that he can control together, there is no way to guess what is waiting for him next.

Sitting on the steps in front of the villa, Li Qingning holds her knees and looks at the night sky. The starry sky in autumn is so far away that even her mother, who always accompanies her, begins to become far away.

The lawn in front of the villa was trimmed very neatly by the workers, just like a piece of green high-grade hand woven cashmere carpet, and the fragrant grass juice seemed desolate in the night.

But she didn't want to enjoy the night. Her mind was full of the bold and heartbreaking decision she had made.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting. The housekeeper came out and advised her several times. Later, she didn't say anything more. The night was getting darker and the whole villa area was quieter. Until the whole villa area fell asleep, she waited for the person she was waiting for.

His black suit, black shoes, as if into the same piece of night, but the bright star like shining eyes, and the white shirt in the suit still let her see his existence at a glance.

She stood up. The light on her head pulled her figure out a long dark shadow on the ground. She imagined countless kinds of opening remarks in her mind. However, when she saw him at the moment, her brain just kept ringing like a pendulum ticking, and the rest was blank.

"Why are you sitting here?" Lan Qing greets him, and his tone seems to be tinged with the bleakness of autumn.

She was suddenly hit by the familiar smell that came face to face, the smell that made her infatuated with him. She raised her head in her wild rolling sorrow, looked into his eyes and said, "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead." Lan Qing stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to fall on her shoulder as usual, but he stopped in the air. Soon, he seemed to hang back to his side and went straight in.