Their Intriguing Marriage

The long wooden table in the room is covered with all kinds of A4 paper. The computer is flashing blue light, and sometimes there is a "Ding, Ding" voice to remind the arrival of the mail.

Lan Qing's coffee has long been out of steam, showing a sense of depression.

Trembling, she walked gently to his desk, behind her hands. At this time, LAN Qingcai noticed her existence, looked up at her eyes, a little surprised, but more, tired.

At this moment, his aura was no longer as sharp as usual. There was a rare softness in it, which made her not know how to speak.

Half a ring, she finally organized the language, "Lan Qing, I have something..."

"Hello."

Lan Qing's mobile phone vibrated at this time. He looked at the flashing remarks on the screen, frowned, picked up the phone and put it in his ear.

During the whole process, he was listening to what the other party said. Occasionally, he agreed or echoed, and finally said, "just do as you say."

Although he said no more than 15 words, from his dignified look, it seemed that something had happened, so she began to retreat again.

Her mind suddenly came up with his cold face when he said, "it's better not to give me any trouble.".

He put down his cell phone and looked up at her, "what did you just say? Go on? "

As soon as she gritted her teeth, she thought, "I heard that" Angel Project "is recruiting advertising agents. My friend Ruan Feihan has opened an advertising agency, so I wonder if I can consider their company and give them an opportunity, because now it seems that their company can't operate any more. I think he is a very reliable person. I hope you can consider it."

She held her breath, finished the sentence in one breath, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

But then she had some regrets, because she suddenly realized that no one seemed to be able to ask Lan Qing to do something.

What's more, it's such a crucial business cooperation.

So she lowered her head, waiting for the coming storm.

But after a long time, it was still quiet. I could hear the breathing of two people in the room. It seemed that I could also hear the scuffling of cooks in the kitchen and the collision of cups and plates preparing for supper.

She bravely raised her head and looked at Lan Qing, who was sitting on the back of the chair. But she saw his meaningful eyes and the expression she couldn't understand.

He slowly stood up, walked to her with a leisurely pace, slowly approached her, and the warm breath sprayed on her face and neck, playing with her sensory nerves.

His eyes are full of charm, and his white face has delicate features, just like the first generation of vampires in the movie, charming and dangerous.

Raised his hand, as if nothing to slide over her face, with a cold touch, let her is a soul.

"It seems that Miss Li really entered the show very quickly, but yesterday she announced our marriage. Today, like a hostess, she began to discuss with me about the business."

His tone is light, but not as cold as before, and more like a tease.

She quickly shook her head and denied: "no, it's not like this. It's just a matter that a friend asked me. I just asked. I didn't..."

His face closer, the moonlight outside the window, the shadow of the two people into one, looks like a close embrace of lovers.

"Since she is so keen on the position of LAN's hostess, should miss Li also do some of her hostess's duties?"

Then he covered her waist with his hands, and her sexy thin lips fell straight down.

At the moment, his breath is no longer as clean and warm as usual, but with a little taste of love and desire, and some emotions that she can't distinguish.

She was shocked by this sudden series of actions. Regardless of whether she would annoy the man in front of her, she pushed him away with all her strength and ran away in a panic.

Standing in the same place, Lan Qing straightened his sleeve, his dark pupil was deep, and his face was covered with an inexplicable cold.

The three words "Ruan Feihan" were beating his nerves. I don't know why he wrote down the name at that time.

When she heard these three words from her mouth, she felt that a little fire began to burst out in her heart, and then, like a prairie fire, easily burned out his reason.

Li Qingning stumbles back to his room, closes the door, leans behind the door and gasps for breath, unable to calm down for a long time.

Just that kind of intimate contact was played repeatedly in her mind uncontrollably. The touch was still on her body. The familiar temperature made her indulge, but she escaped subconsciously.

For most women, Lan Qing is like a little prince's rose. These women are competing to be the little prince around him, and he is proud to brag, waving the thorns on his body, stabbing all the women close to him black and blue.

But even so, there are still countless women who come to him one after another because of his beauty and his fatal attraction.

He is high above, very proud of the blue rose, but she can not be that willing, no regrets for his head shed blood little prince.

Lying absent-minded in bed, she tried to make a realistic sleep.

When the servant came in to deliver the supper, she saw that she was breathing evenly on the bed, so she quietly put the delicate food on the table in the room, and the cat walked away with a very light step.

Or the heart has been beating wildly, she even cheated herself.

The next morning, Lan Qing sat at the dinner table as usual, looking at the financial magazine, his eyes staring at the dense numbers, serious side face, let a little intoxicated.

Li Qingning's mind came up with all kinds of things of last night. Her face was a little hot. She was a little embarrassed because of this physiological reaction. She hurriedly lowered her head and put French toast in her mouth.

For Lan Qing sitting opposite, her reactions were like air, or even air, because after all, he needed air to survive, but he didn't look at her at all.

Tossing the magazine on the table, he got up and walked out of the restaurant.

Finally, she couldn't help it. She stood up behind him and said to his back, "Hello, that..."

Hearing the news, he stopped, but did not turn his head,

She clenched her fist and continued, "we'll treat last night as if it didn't happen, and you'll treat me as if I didn't say anything."

But he didn't respond and strode out of the restaurant.

The butler with his suit in his arms stood respectfully in the living room. He put on his suit and walked out of the door.

She quickly put down half of her breakfast and ran after her. The driver stood respectfully beside Lamborghini. After Lanqing got into the car, the car went away, leaving her standing in the same place in astonishment.