Their Intriguing Marriage

Chu Sihan smiles and says, "I'm his fiancee. Of course, I'll try my best to protect him. I just hope Miss Li can do what she says."

Li Qingning quickly and forcefully nodded, said: "I remember, as long as he can be safe, I can do anything." At the moment, she can do nothing but nod and obey. The deep feeling of powerlessness is like the cold tide, which drowns her heart instantly.

After Chu Sihan left, she still sat there for a long time and couldn't come back. She never thought that the simple and kind-hearted boy who didn't seem to have any idea would be so crazy.

In fact, she also understood that at the first sight of Chu Sihan, it was doomed that the one who was out of the game among the three of them would be himself. In the adult world, there are not only simple love and hate, but also many helpless but also have to accept the reality. For example, what Chu Sihan can bring to Lan Qing, but she can't give it to him. Although she loves him to the bone, this is the reality.

"Well, Miss Li, I have finished what I should say. Here is my business card. If you have anything or need, you can call me directly." Chu Sihan finished, handed up a high-end stamping hard card.

Li Qingning looks at the black script on it. Chu Sihan, executive director of Hongxin group, sounds like a match for Lan Qing.

She rubbed her fingers gently on it and lowered her head as if thinking about something. After a long time, she raised her head and said to Chu Sihan with a smile, "OK, I remember."

This scene just happened, deeply engraved in her mind, she looks so elegant and generous, probably, she is the woman who should really stand beside Lan Qing.

She got up and put away the photos lying on the table. One by one, she carefully put them in her notebook. Maybe, this is the last good memory of her and Lan Qing.

Most of the time, every one of us lives, just like the soundtrack in a movie, the lens cuts from each person frame by frame, then turns around and cuts back again. There is no dialogue, no lines, or even no eye contact. Everyone just appears under the lens covered by music.

All the people, at the same time, under the same melody, are participating in all kinds of different plots on this small planet.

But the same sad expression.

After Lan Qing came out of the elevator, he strode straight to the empty room called the president's office. He saw Li Lin standing at the door with an expression of embarrassment. Before she could say anything, he had already seen he Jiawen sitting in the room. He was sitting on the leather sofa in the office with his legs crossed. He was looking out of the window, as if thinking about something deep.

Lan Qing nodded to Li Lin, indicating that she could go out, and then put her hand into her pocket and went in.

"What are you doing here?" He walked up to he Jiawen and looked down at him. He asked coldly with a gloomy face.

He Jiawen was pulled back from his mind by his cold voice. He looked back at him with his neck raised. But he didn't stand up. Instead, he leaned on the back of the sofa with a smile on his lips. He cleared his thick throat and said hoarsely, "I heard that Hongxin is going to inject capital today. As my younger brother, of course, I want to congratulate you."

Lan Qing's eyes were sharp and sharp. He looked at the relaxed expression on his face. Instead of speaking, he went to the sofa opposite him and sat down. He said indifferently: "congratulations are not necessary. At the beginning, you sold a part of Lin's shares in order to buy a large amount of LAN's shares, but now you've failed at both ends. I think you'd better worry about yourself first."

"I have something to worry about. Originally, I have nothing, so Lan Qing, you know, I'm not afraid of anything." He Jiawen did not dodge straight to his eyes, picked eyebrows, said with a smile, his face warm smile let him look not aggressive.

"Well, Congratulations, I've already finished. I'll attend the engagement ceremony between you and miss Chu on time. Maybe I can also come out as Li Qingning's partner..." he tilted his head as if thinking about something.

Lan Qing's hands on his knees became fists. His two eyebrows looked like sharp swords. Looking at him, he said coldly, "if you dare to approach Li Qingning again, I want you to look good."

"No, brother, you are still so overbearing. You are going to be someone else's fiance, and you are still dominating Li Qingning. Isn't that reasonable?"

"Don't interfere in my affairs. Now Lan's is back on the right track. I warn you, don't make any wrong ideas. I don't want to make you look too ugly for my mother's sake. Don't be too ungrateful!"

He Jiawen's face was always wearing a faint smile, which formed a strong contrast with Lanqing's iceberg like face. He shrugged his shoulders and said softly, "we'll wait and see."

With that, he stood up, but then, his brows tightly twisted together, and then slowly fell on the sofa.

At first, Lan Qing didn't think it was his trick, but soon he found that he Jiawen was as pale as a piece of white paper on the sofa, and even his lips were not bloody. Then he quickly got up and pulled up his body, calling his name and calling Li Lin for an ambulance.

In the hospital ward, there is a vast white everywhere, like being isolated from the whole world, which is incompatible with the colorful festive atmosphere outside.

Lan Qing holding a few thin sheets of paper in his hand, so quietly standing beside the bed, looking at the pale he Jiawen lying on the bed.

He Jiawen slowly opened his eyes not long after he put on the drip. He reluctantly lifted his body and let himself lean on the head of the bed. He licked his dry lips. He looked up at the man standing beside the hospital bed and said in a husky voice: "your face doesn't look very good. If you are someone who doesn't know, you can't look good, I thought you were the one who was sick now. "

After he said that, the man still did not respond, a pair of thin lips tightly into a line, so he laughed a few times.

Lan Qing is cold a face to hang Mou to look at him, in the hand that a few thin white paper throw to his body, ask: "this is when matter?"

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "I don't know. It's been a long time. I didn't know it until recently. I should be almost dead. How about that? Are you relieved and a little happy?"

Lan Qing took his eyes away from him, looked at the white ceiling in the ward and said coldly, "then why don't you go to die directly?"

He Jiawen didn't seem to hear him. He took the orange on one side of the table, peeled it off and put it in his mouth. He raised his hand and wiped his eyes casually. He said in a low voice, "get the hell out of you."

"Isn't my mother your mother?" After Lan Qing left this sentence, he turned and went out, and took the door heavily.