Their Intriguing Marriage

The paper in the room should be made of a whole forest, piled up in a dense and disorderly way, and could devour her almost in the next second.

Li Qingning carefully cleaned up the dust on the shelves and stacked the scattered paintings into a neat rectangle.

When she arranged to a cabinet close to the inside, a pile of paintings caught her eye.

These paintings should be some years ago. The paper is slightly yellow, and the lines on the paper are not very clear, but it can be seen that every stroke on the paper is made by heart.

Each stroke is full of deep feeling and full of strength. At the bottom of each painting draft is written "just for you, mylove" in flowery English, but it is not signed.

On the draft is the design of a complete set of jewelry. Even today, such complicated patterns are very fashionable, which is no inferior to those famous designers and experts.

However, she has been self-learning design for so long, and she has carefully studied the classic models launched by LAN, but she has never seen this series.

If there are real objects in such a gorgeous design, it will be very valuable.

In this way, she looked at the pile of paintings for a long time, but she was not willing to put them down. They were like a woman who had been in the prime of her life, and now she is very old. To Li Qingning, who finally found her, she slowly told a story that had been covered with dust for many years.

By the time she got out of the database, it was already past noon and it was time to get off work in the evening.

She even stayed in a closed room for a whole day without eating. At the moment, she finally felt the protest from her stomach, and her stomach "grunted" with her.

Looking at this peanut like woman with a white operating suit and a dust cap on her head, colleagues from all walks of life wondered whether she had rushed into Lan's house to find her father after delivering her baby in the hospital.

But looking at the cleaning bucket in her hand, she soon understood that it was a new comer from the company, a pretty looking cleaning aunt.

Under this kind of gaze, Li Qingning went back to the office with his head down all the way. After tossing about in the bathroom for a long time, he managed to clean himself up so that he could barely catch his eyes.

At this time, there was no one in the office. Even the sissy man who usually faced the table and the little goldfish on the table disappeared today.

Looking at her watch, it's almost two hours since work time. She walks out of the company with soft steps, but is surprised to find that Lan Qing's car doesn't stop outside the door as usual.

Thinking that she didn't go to the 28th floor at noon, and Lan Qing didn't send Li Lin to look for her, it must have really annoyed him this time, and there was a burst of despair in his heart.

Just as she was thinking about how to go back and how to face Lan Qing at night, a Mercedes stopped in front of her.

Ruan Feihan's familiar face appeared when the car window rolled down. Now the whole city is in full bloom, but he still has a sunny face.

"Qingning, get on the bus. I'm here to pick you up."

I don't know why, listening to his gentle tone, I think of his strange cold face when he got up and left a few days ago, as well as the sentence "I thought you were wrong."

However, she still can not refuse, also unable to speak, so opened the door on the car.

As soon as Ruan Fei and Han stepped on the accelerator, LAN's building became farther and farther behind him.

After driving for a distance, Li Qingning realized that it was wrong and said, "you may not know. I live in LAN's villa. This direction is reversed."

Ruan Feihan looked at her with a smile in his rearview mirror and said, "with the relationship between you and Lan Qing, I don't know you live in LAN's villa. Today, I'm here to pick you up and invite you to dinner. I've made a reservation in a five-star Michelin restaurant in the center of the city, and you'll have a look."

Li Qingning's embarrassed and puzzled face mixed into a wonderful expression. He didn't know how to express his doubts, so he had to lean back and lean on the spacious seat in the back of the car. He looked like he had to eat and drink to make plans.

Seeing her in the rearview mirror, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little.

After arriving at the restaurant, she found that it was the last time Lan Qing took her to the restaurant where her father Li Tianhao and his date xiangjuan met.

The waiter at the door bowed respectfully to both of them and said with a smile, "come with me."

Although the service was very considerate, she always felt that when the waiters looked at the two of them, they had a sense of catching a traitor. Their eyes were "Shua Shua" with dazzling light, and they looked like "everyone knows".

The waiter intentionally or unintentionally led them to the window. When he put down the menu, he even looked at the luxurious private room they went to last time.

All kinds of silent actions are so natural, even Li Qingning, as the client, almost believes that she is really stealing. The hand looking through the menu is gentle, a little furtive.

She turned the huge menu from the beginning to the end, and then from the last page to the beginning. She always recalled the pile of paintings she saw in the database in the afternoon, so that she didn't see the exquisite dishes on the menu.

"Gulu, Gulu..."

Her stomach is always searching for a sense of existence in this quiet environment.

Seeing that she had turned the menu over and over again, Ruan Feihan couldn't help laughing and said, "just order it. Don't be afraid to eat poor. Although the business is in a bottleneck, I can still afford a meal."

Li Qingning was pulled back to the reality by his words. He looked up at the smiling face which was still bright as before, and found that his eyes were shining brightly and looking at her. Then he suddenly regained his mind and realized that he had been looking at the menu for a long time.

He mistakenly thought that she was afraid that he would not be able to pay the bill, and looked at several zeros at the bottom of each dish, but she didn't want to explain. She didn't want to say a word more after today.

It's the kind of routine that suddenly understands God's game, but can't change it. From now on, we can only face it in silence and say one more word, which is a waste of physical strength and life.

She stood patiently on the side, or as if waiting for a good play to be performed, and ordered the same dish with Lan Qing that day.

"French baked snails... Side dishes... Just like that day."

When she finished, she immediately noticed what was wrong, and looked at the more subtle expression on the waiter's face, not knowing how to explain it.

"When I came with Mr. Lan that day?" The waiter's tone of voice tried to maintain some respect for the privacy of the guests, but his eyes betrayed him.