Marriage involuntarily

"Good boy, miss me?" Ning Wanqing smiled and stroked it slightly. Ouyang Muchen came over and put his hand on Ning Wanqing's shoulder, "This horse is not bad, it knows how to recognize its owner."

Ning Wanqing leaned lightly on Ouyang Muchen's chest, the corners of her lips pursed slightly, revealing a honey-like smile, "Xiao Hei was born by the two of us, have you forgotten?"

Ouyang Muchen looked at Xiao Hei for a while, and finally let out a long "Oh", "That's it." Then there was no more to say.

Ning Wanqing was a little disappointed, that day was her tenth birthday, Ouyang Muchen took her to the racecourse, just in time for the birth of a pony cub, the two of them had a very strange moment, and in the end Ouyang Muchen even made fun of her He said, since this horse was born on the same day as you, he is your younger brother. You are Xiaolan and he is Xiaohei. You are really a good sister-brother pair.

Ning Wanqing was angry and funny, and chased after Ouyang Muchen relentlessly, until they couldn't run any longer and the two rolled into a ball on the green grassland.

For Ning Wanqing, this was a precious and happy memory between the two of them, but Ouyang Muchen seemed to not remember it at all, saying that it was impossible for her not to feel a little bit sad.But it's even more inappropriate to get angry with Ouyang Muchen for such a trivial matter. After thinking about it, he can only put this memory and a little bit of resentment back into his stomach.

Due to her physical discomfort, Ning Wanqing handed Xiao Hei to Ouyang Muchen and went to the lounge alone. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she watched Ouyang Muchen and the others disappear on the endless grassland on horseback. But the unhappiness that can't be completely let go is like water drops on the glass, and finally hesitantly gathers together.

Why can't he remember?Obviously, the two grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and they have so many memories. Every time she thinks of them, she feels that those memories are like dreams with golden edges, which makes people linger and wish to go back to the dream again, but he treats The past between them was so indifferent that they seldom mentioned it, even when Ning Wanqing mentioned it, the expression on his face seemed so cold compared to her excitement.This feeling was as if there was a bay of memories between the two of them, she looked at his reflection in the water with enthusiasm, but he wanted to stretch out his hand to break it up.

Finally she couldn't help wondering if his mind was full of memories of being with another woman.This is not impossible, after all, during her years abroad, she inevitably gave others the opportunity to take advantage of it.

He and Hua Linlin probably started at that time, Hua Linlin loves him to the point that he doesn't care about money or status, what about him, does he love her too?
She is always unwilling to believe that he has true feelings for Hua Linlin. In her understanding, if a man loves a woman, he must marry her. Otherwise, how can he endure his beloved lying in the arms of others?Since Ouyang Muchen married him, it meant that Hua Linlin was not indispensable in his life.As for the men keeping the concubine, this kind of thing is very common in their class. Ouyang Muchen's father even had three wives at home.If she didn't love him so wholeheartedly, she might be able to follow the example of other rich wives and turn a blind eye to such things.

But her love is her whole life to her, even if she can tolerate it for a while, she can't tolerate it for a while, between her and Hua Linlin, it is impossible for the two to coexist.

She half-lyed on the wicker chair by the window and stared at the sky in a daze for a while, gradually feeling a little uncomfortable in her chest, and her heart was beating like a marble falling from a height on the concrete floor.Her chest was in pain from being hit by her heart. She stretched out her hand to hold it down, and opened her mouth to pant heavily, but she still clearly felt the loss of consciousness.

The sky in front of her eyes darkened little by little, the pain was sometimes clear and sometimes slow, but she just refused to let her go, her eyelids were tired and slowly closed, and the fingers holding her chest convulsed a few times, Like a petal blown down by the wind, it slowly loses its strength and slides quietly with the arm...

A tall young man with a beautiful face walked in. He was wearing a milky white sweater jacket and a green shirt, holding a sketchbook and pencils in his hands. He looked like a student who had just graduated from an art academy.He strolled to a seat near the door and sat down, propping his chin with one hand, and sketching casually on the paper with the other.Not long after, a fresh and elegant woman appeared on the paper.

"Ah Yue said you came to the racecourse, but why didn't I see you?" He frowned in distress and complained to the woman in the painting, "Ah Yue is a liar, I will teach you a lesson when I go back. he."

He stayed like this for a while, looking out of the window from time to time, finally he sighed in disappointment, stood up from his seat and planned to leave.

At this time, there was an extremely small voice behind him, he lowered his head following the voice, and saw a green emerald ring rolling towards him, because he was obstructed by his heels, he reluctantly stopped walking.

"Whose is this?" He bent down and picked up the ring, turning his head curiously.

Only then did he notice that there was a woman lying quietly on the wide wicker chair behind him.

The afternoon sun was extraordinarily bright and gentle, and it was a color lighter than honey.In the quiet tea room, a light and slightly bitter aroma floats in the air.He seemed to be bewitched by something, he couldn't help holding his breath, and carefully squatted down in front of her.

She fell asleep very peacefully, the curve of her side face was gentle and beautiful, the long eyelashes drooped down, and the ends were gently raised, giving off a layer of golden light by the sunlight.Looking at it from such a close distance, her skin is unbelievably good, like a piece of falling snow on the petals, which will melt when you touch it.Her lips were pale and parted in sleep, as if waiting for a kiss.

His eyes slid across her fair neck and landed on her undulating chest.She is wearing a very slim-fitting coat today, which complements her graceful figure even more. With her high protruding chest and slender and tight waist, any man who sees her like this can't help but fantasize The softness and richness wrapped in layers of clothing.

"Hmm..." The sleeping man suddenly let out a groan from his lips, then his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his thin body was struggling restlessly on the reclining chair...

"What's wrong with you?" He was startled by the painful look on her face, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and reached out to hold her shoulder, trying to wake her up, "Wake up, wake up... Wan Qing."

Her panting gradually intensified, she raised her jaw high in the struggle, and opened her lips wide, like a stranded fish.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Wan Qing?..." An anxious voice kept calling her beside her ears, pulling her out of her chaotic consciousness.She slowly opened her eyes, and saw a familiar figure in her blurred vision——

who is it?is it him?

"Save...save me..." She stretched out her slender fingers and grabbed him tightly.

A warm breath brushed over the nose and mouth, followed by two soft lips, full of longing and expectation, but carefully and cherishingly touching her lips...

Outside the window, a woman stared at them in astonishment. She was so surprised that she even covered her lips with her hand to keep herself from screaming.

At the highest point of the mountain, two steeds stand against the wind, and the man on the horse overlooks the scenery below the mountain, with a smug smile on his handsome face.

"Bingyuan, you always say that high places are too cold, but in my opinion, only by standing on this high place can one be pure. If you don't believe me, you can see that all living beings work hard all their lives, never try to work hard, but delusional to be treated fairly , but those people who are lost in the crowd, how can they claim the right to speak? And who can hear their voices? Why is the so-called 'climbing up and screaming'——the voice is loud enough when standing high. "

"Mu Chen, you have lofty aspirations, and I know it, otherwise I wouldn't have walked hand in hand with you for so many years. As an old friend, I have always admired you and admired you. You are younger than me, but the performance you will create in the future will definitely not be good. Guess, -- but Mu Chen, you are too radical, and you often reckless to achieve your goals, so you are bound to forge a lot of enmity, and if things go on like this, it will be very bad for you." Zhu Bingyuan said with a slightly worried face.

After hearing this, Ouyang Muchen smiled nonchalantly: "Thank you for worrying about me, but the old man has said the same thing too many times, and I can't listen anymore."

"Mr. Feng also persuaded you?" Zhu Bingyuan pondered, "It seems that Mr. Feng has already expected today. Mu Chen, whether you listen or not, don't rush everything, I really don't want to see What happened to you."

Ouyang Muchen sneered, "I haven't paid attention to those young people."

"Mu Chen, you... well," Zhu Bingyuan sighed heavily, "You have such a stubborn temper, I wonder if Wan Qing can do anything against you?"

"Her?" Ouyang Muchen lowered his head and smiled as if thinking of something, there was a trace of tenderness on his stern face, "That idiot."

As if escaping from a terrible nightmare, Ning Wanqing opened her eyes exhausted, with sweat dripping from her pale forehead.A young man in front of her was looking at her worriedly: "Are you awake? Is there any other discomfort?"

There was still some pain in her chest, Ning Wanqing sat up slowly, blinked her long eyelashes, and looked at him in a little confusion: "You are... Jiu'er?" She looked around subconsciously, as if recalling What happened to myself.

Gradually, his eyes became clearer, and it turned out that he fell ill because of anger, and Ouyang Muchen probably rode the horse with Annie and the others.If it wasn't for the young man in front of her just now, she wouldn't know how long she would have been in a coma.

"Thank you, Jiu'er." There was a slight smile on her pale lips, "I'm much better now, thanks to you..." Thinking of Jiu'er doing mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration with her, I felt a little shy again, He lowered his head and said, "I hurt you last time, and I'm asking you to help me this time. I really owe you a lot. If there is anything I can use in the future, please tell me."

Jiu'er looked at her with her head drooping, her cheeks were reddish, she looked as weak as a white lotus in the water, unable to withstand the cold wind, and it was like a kitten's paws were scratching her in his heart, so he couldn't help but want to hug her into her arms In his arms—but that would be abrupt.He looked at her for a while, his lips curled up slightly, and he showed a smirk that didn't match his elegant face: "Be my woman, okay? I don't need anything, only a beauty is missing." Companion. If you really want to repay me, marry me."

Ning Wanqing was slightly startled, and looked at his face again, only to see his obsidian-like eyes staring at her closely, his thin lips were smiling, like a wicked little fox, about to Teasing her.

"Jiu'er, you look like this, maybe there are many little girls looking for life and death for you, and if you make fun of me, I will be angry." She deliberately put on a straight face, trying to show a little dignity, but she still couldn't hold back her lips. laugh it out.

"What's this like?" Jiu'er looked at her.His eyes are really beautiful, surprisingly dark and bright, when you look at people carefully, they seem to have a kind of enchanting light.Ning Wanqing's heart tightened suddenly, and she looked away slightly.

"I can't think of a better word, but the ancients said 'eyebrows are picturesque', it's probably like you." Ning Wanqing said.

Jiu'er laughed happily: "This is the best word I've ever heard. Wanqing, since you owe me twice, promise me two things, okay?"

"Okay, I don't know what it is?" Ning Wanqing said with a smile, "I don't agree to killing people to prevent fire and breaking the rules."

"I'll tell you when I think it over." Jiu'er smiled slyly.

Ning Wanqing was slightly astonished, but she quickly agreed: "Okay."

"Wanqing, you haven't told me yet, what's wrong with you?" Jiu'er showed a worried look on her face, "It's too dangerous for you to fall asleep so easily."

"It's just an old problem. I'll go back and take some medicine." Ning Wanqing smiled gently, "Thank you for worrying about me."

Ouyang Muchen galloped up from the hillside, and saw his cousin Lan Yue riding a white pony wandering on the grassland from a distance, obviously out of her mind.

"Xiao Yue, where's your sister Chu?" He stopped in front of her and asked.

"Ah?" Lan Yue was immersed in her own thoughts, when she suddenly heard Ouyang Muchen's voice, she raised her head in a daze, not daring to look directly into his eyes, "Sister Chu...she...she is still here Rest in the tea room..."

"Oh," Ouyang Muchen nodded, "I'll go find her."

"Don't—" Lan Yue's face turned pale instantly, and she lost her voice, "Brother Mu Chen, don't go!"

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Muchen was a little surprised when Lan Yue grabbed his sleeve.

Lan Yue realized that she had lost her composure, lowered her head and muttered, "Brother Mu Chen, you asked me to come and play, but you ignored me when I came, so you...won't you stay with me."

Lan Yue lowered her head, her long hair covered her cheeks, looking from Ouyang Muchen's perspective, she could only see her long eyelashes and pointed chin, biting her bright red lips slightly, she looked pitiful at Wan Qing , like an immature cat.Ouyang Muchen reached out and pinned her long hair behind her ears, looked at her with a smile and asked, "How do you want me to accompany you?"

Lan Yue raised her head timidly, and looked at Ouyang Muchen quietly with her big watery eyes: "Brother Muchen, I just want to stay with you, I can do whatever you want."

Ouyang Muchen's fingers stopped by her cheeks, and gently caressed her cheeks. Lan Yue looked at him with a happy face, and quickly grabbed his fingers when he was about to take back his hands.

As the wind passed by the two of them, Lan Yue shrank back as if afraid of the cold, and couldn't help driving the little pony to Ouyang Muchen's side.

Ouyang Muchen stared at her with eyes like cold pools, and let her hold her fingers with a calm expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

"You-mother, don't you hate me at all?" Ouyang Muchen asked.

Lan Yue was taken aback, but soon she replied with a firm expression: "I don't hate it. Because I know that it was all a rumor made by others, and it has nothing to do with you, Brother Mu Chen."

Hearing this, Ouyang Muchen laughed: "No, that's all true. I did it to you - Mom has nothing, you should hate me."

Lan Yue's eyes widened: "You...you lied to me."

"Why should I lie to you?" Ouyang Muchen looked at her curiously, with a gorgeous, almost cruel smile on his face, "Just because you like me? Silly girl, no one hates lies and deceit more than me, and you, still It's not worth making me do the things I hate the most."

He let go of her hand and passed by her: "Annie and the others are waiting for you, go."

Ouyang Muchen and Ning Wanqing drove home, because it was a holiday trip, they didn't bring the driver.An unknown foreign language song lingered in the carriage, Ning Wanqing listened with her eyes closed, obviously not sleepy at all, but had to act sleepy.

If you keep your eyes open, you will face the embarrassment that the two have nothing to say. Ning Wanqing knows very well that there are too many problems between them, and they can still maintain peace in front of outsiders. But once the two are left alone, those conflicts are like broken glass scum that sinks at the bottom of the river, and whoever touches it will be cut and dripping with blood.

After passing the intersection, while waiting for the red light, Ouyang Muchen turned sideways, stared at Ning Wanqing's face with eyes closed and pretending to sleep, and for some reason, suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

Ning Wanqing opened her eyes in astonishment, stretched out her hand to caress her lips, she just felt that the kiss just like a touch of water was like a dream, she quietly looked at Ouyang Muchen, he was sitting upright with his hands on the steering wheel, his expression was calm and composed, as if something None of that happened.But there was clearly a slight smile on those thin lips.

Her face also turned red unknowingly, she lowered her head and thought about it, her heart throbbed inexplicably, she couldn't help but look at Ouyang Muchen one after another.

A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the one by her side.

His palm was broad and his fingers were long and slender. There were some thin calluses on the palm, and her rough palm was itchy.She rubbed those hard and thin calluses with her fingers, and he held her restless fingers tightly with his backhand.

"Good job, wife."

"Ah."

"Why are you so obedient today?" He said with a smile, "Stop making trouble with me."
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