Their Intriguing Marriage

Smell speech, Lan Qing is smiling not to smile ground to gaze at her, in her eyes circulate from the beginning of time always exist of that kind of stubborn.

She has been through so many things for so long, but the pride in her eyes has not faded at all, which makes her special.

He mouth up, but turned back to her, standing in front of the French window, secretly denied looking at her eyes that moment, the wrong beat.

Looking up and putting the yellowish brown liquid in the glass down his throat, he said in a very natural tone, "it's none of your business. I just made a fair choice after considering the plans sent by various companies."

Hearing this, Li Qingning did not hesitate to believe it. She lost her breath in her heart. At last, she didn't have to owe him, which made her feel much more relaxed.

Then he thought of what Lin Bai had said at noon and said in a low voice again, "besides, the photo is really not what you see. If it bothers you, I'm sorry."

At this point, her voice even trembled, as if she had done something wrong.

Lan Qing turned around and asked, "what photo?"

It seems that he hasn't seen the picture yet, because she caught the question on his face for only one second.

Another big stone in her heart fell to the ground, waved her hands and said, "since you don't know, it's OK."

But she seems to have forgotten that LAN Jiushao is standing in front of her. He won't allow people around him to hide anything from him. What's more, she is his wife, which is recognized by law.

He approached her step by step again, his voice full of threats: "I ask again, what picture?"

Li Qingning immediately understood that he would not stop until he saw this picture today, so he took out the ambiguous picture from his bag with a slight trembling hand.

Lan Qing once pulled the picture in her hand, staring at it for three seconds, the dark pupil gradually tightened, and the expression of ten thousand years had some imperceptible change.

He turned his eyes from the picture to her, and there was a chill in his eyes.

She looked up at his eyes, instantly, feel a stiff back, the blood on the body in his eyes gradually solidified.

She instinctively dodged back, but Lan Qing grabbed her collar, every word was like a sharp knife, and said: "Li Qingning, what do you want?"

This question sounds more like an exclamation sentence to anyone, with unfathomable anger.

Li Qingning struggled, his voice trembled regularly, "I can explain, it's all misunderstanding..."

He let go of the hand holding her collar and looked at her coldly. She almost fell to the ground.

Li Qingning waved his hands in the air and tried to keep his balance without falling to one side.

She lowered her head, soft long spread in because of tension and red goose's face, it is moving.

But Lan Qing, who was standing on one side, had a sharp look in his eyes. His two lips were pursed into a thin line, and he looked at her like this, waiting for the so-called explanation in her mouth.

She didn't care to tidy up her messy hair. She began to explain timidly: "that's just because he thought that I helped him with the company's business, so he invited me to dinner... That photo was also because... He helped me put on my coat when it was cold at night..."

Her voice was small, with a slight cry, and the voice line trembled regularly as if it had been rolled under a sewing machine.

Lan Qing stepped in front of her, one hand with undoubted strength holding her chin, forcing her to look at her own eyes.

Her eyes are a little red, that stubborn and arrogant at this moment disappeared without a trace, like a frightened rabbit, so unreservedly exposed the helplessness and injustice in her eyes in the air, exposed in his eyes.

"Li Qingning, you are a good student now. You know how to show weakness and use women's innate advantages, eh? Or do you also learn those women's routines and think you can deal with several men? "

Lan Qing's voice was as low as a drum, and the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly.

His hand firmly grasped her sharp chin, leaving her nowhere to escape. The cold touch of her fingers stimulated her pain. After she broke free a few times, she raised the white flag, stopped trying to struggle and looked at his eyes.

This is the first time that she has observed this man's eyes so closely.

His pupils were as black as ink, like the forest where the snow stopped in the middle of the night. All the heat and other things were taken away by the heavy snow. The rest was cold and bleak, which made her shiver slightly.

His pupils gradually tightened, burning a black flame, eager to burn the man in front of him in this invisible fire, frustrated.

Li Qingning closed her eyes and let him down. She began to understand that her life, her life and her life could not be left by herself from the day she entered Lan's villa.

But standing in front of her, the man let her go instead, and said in a tone that seemed to be defeated: "you go."

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him in an incredible way.

He turned to pour another glass of wine and said, "I don't want this to happen a second time."

His voice recovered the usual light and even some cold feeling. He just pressed the petite woman step by step, as if it was another person.

Li Qingning straightened the broken hair on his face, took a deep breath, looked at the tall and cold figure of the man, wanted to say something more, but he didn't have the courage to speak, so he turned out of the president's office.

"Hello, Li Lin, if you cancel Ruan Feihan's shortlist, don't inform him. Just don't let him in when the meeting officially begins."

"But... Mr. LAN, that small company was able to be shortlisted because of your special permission at the beginning. Now how..."

There was a little hesitation in Li Lin's question, because as soon as her voice fell, she suddenly realized that this was not the question she should ask.

"No why, do as I say."

Lan Qing snapped off the company's internal phone, and the black red magma hissing in his eyes looked cold but boiling.

When Li Qingning returned to the design department, young colleagues pointed at her from time to time along the way, accompanied by a low smile.

She looked at the people in doubt and walked back to the office of the design department with her head down.

When she picked up the mirror, she found that her face was flushed and her hair was scattered on her shoulders. Because she had just been pulled by Lan Qing, her clothes on her chest looked irregular.

Even though she hasn't had her first taste of human resources, she knows what it means when she comes out of the president's office.