A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

Nothing counts...

Lin Qinghuan locked his eyes deeply, Rong Che held her wrist tightly and looked down at her.

He wanted Lin Qinghuan to respond, but he was afraid of hearing her response.

Finally, Rong Che compromised, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, the passionate kiss made her breathless.

He penetrated deep into her, violently as if he wanted to reach her heart...

*
Lin Qinghuan was very tired, Rong Che woke up very early.

Rong Che was sitting downstairs in the living room, and Zhao Ma was standing next to her, her cold voice was like a clear spring in March: "Remember what I just told you, the house must be cleaned carefully, and no corners should be left unattended. , If you find something wrong, tell me, don't tell your wife."

"Okay sir." Mother Zhao replied respectfully.

Lin Qinghuan got up, tidied up briefly, and took out many bottles and cans from the dressing box, water, milk and face cream, rubbed them in the palm of her hand, and applied them carefully.

After tidying up, he took a bracelet from the jewelry box and put it on, then went to the study room with his notebook and the materials he needed to go out, and when he went down, Zhao Ma had already prepared breakfast.

Rong Che sat in front of the dining table with his legs crossed leisurely. Hearing her voice coming down the stairs, he didn't raise his head. With a smile on his lips, he said leisurely, "Do you want Zhao Rui's family to accompany his wife today?"

Lin Qinghuan put the notebook and materials on the cabinet next to her, and then walked towards the dining table: "That's right, she doesn't know anyone in the imperial capital, anyway, it's the same wherever I am."

Rong Che didn't object, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a helpless tone, "For the sake of a brat who isn't sure if he's a daughter-in-law, why don't you give up your husband?"

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

Rong Che flipped through the newspapers in his hands, and smiled with the corners of his mouth: "What age is it, and you still follow the example of people from before, and you are not afraid that Siyuan won't like to make trouble with you in the future?"

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

After thinking about it for a while, I finally started to say: "Did you not take your medicine?"

Rong Che put away the newspaper in his hand, took the newspaper and knocked on the top of her head: "You didn't take the medicine!"

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

Zhao's mother brought up the freshly warmed milk and placed it beside the two of them, and took away the newspaper that Rong Che had placed next to them.

Rong Che took a sip of warm milk and said with a casual smile: "He Ranzhi wants Zhao Rui to be the president of the Asian market for him, but Zhao Rui is worried about his wife, so you can spend more time with your friends, Zhao Rui is free Yes, He Ranzhi can also do work there."

"Eh..." Lin Qinghuan felt that she had fallen into a pit, and this pit was obviously not He Ranzhi's, but Rong Che's.

Rong Che smiled as always, and ate his breakfast very elegantly: "It's right for him to come back to develop the domestic market. Sooner or later, He Min will know that it's good for her to know that he is in the dark, but this is also precisely He also restricted himself, it would be better to stand up and face to face, He Min must at least weigh his opponents."

The corner of Lin Qinghuan's mouth twitched: "I understand what you said, but... what capital does He Ranzhi have now to fight against the Lin family and the He family who were born and raised in the imperial capital?"

The Lin family is in the hands of Lin Jiantao, and He Min also has a part of the shares. All the business of the He family is now run by He Min. Even if the shares in Lin Qinghuan's hands have taken effect, there is nothing he can do about He Min who is actually controlling the operation of the group. She will never be able to get the full equity.

Rong Che raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I'm not He Min's opponent?"

"Pfft!" Lin Qinghuan drank the milk and almost spat it out.

Rong Che gave her the napkin, Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, cleared his voice with a light cough, and said, "You should not interfere with the affairs of the He family, you represent the Rong family, and the relationship between He Ranzhi and He Min is I can't seem to talk about housework."

"You have the shares of the He family, so it's easy to talk." Rong Che said lightly, but Lin Qinghuan hesitated.

After a while, after taking a sip of breakfast, his eyes drooped slightly, and he said leisurely, "Are you trying to help me?"

Rong Che narrowed his eyes slightly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "What's this called? Are we two talking about whether we can help or not? Your business is my business."

Lin Qinghuan twitched the corners of her mouth: "It's so early in the morning, did you put honey on your mouth?" The words are so sweet, I'm tired of it.

However, just as Lin Qinghuan spoke, Rong Che put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, grabbed Lin Qinghuan's wrist with one hand, leaned close to her, stretched his free hand to the back of her neck, controlled the back of her neck, and pulled her closer to him .

Warm lips kissed hers quickly, and he tossed and turned for a while before letting go.

The deep voice suppressed a touch of sexy hoarseness, and said softly: "Is it sweet?"

The clear and shallow voice was like a stone falling into a calm lake, teasing her easily. Lin Qinghuan's heart was throbbing, and she tried to maintain a steady breathing. She took a breath and said, "It's very sweet."

After she finished speaking, Rong Che's kiss fell again.

Since it's very sweet, let's kiss for a while longer.

Zhao's mother said that she was very hurt, and there were a lot of older husbands and wives who wanted to show off.

*
Zhao Rui's home.

Zhao Rui was about to go out when Lin Qinghuan passed by, and he was surprised when he saw Lin Qinghuan coming over: "I thought your brother lied to me, so you're here?"

He Ranzhi asked Zhao Rui to go out to talk about things, Zhao Rui was worried that Qian Xiaorong was alone at home, but there was nothing to do with it, and Qian Xiaorong knew that He Ranzhi was Lin Qinghuan's younger brother, and made various accommodations, urging him to go over. .

And He Ranzhi told him that Lin Qinghuan would be here soon, or Zhao Rui would really not agree.

As soon as he opened the door and saw Lin Qinghuan, Zhao Rui was really relieved. However, because of Qian Xiaorong's temper, he couldn't help asking: "You also take care of her when she eats snacks. I made a lot of snacks for you two yesterday. It’s stored in the refrigerator, but let’s eat it at room temperature!”

Lin Qinghuan couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "How would you like to hire a nanny?"

"Can the nanny control her?" Zhao Rui put on his shoes and went out: "Just say that she can listen to a few words, and I'm counting on you now."

Hearing Lin Qinghuan's voice, Qian Xiaorong immediately came down from upstairs: "Ahhh! Huanhuan, it's great that you come to accompany me!"

Zhao Rui hugged Qian Xiaorong who came over, kissed her forehead and bid farewell: "Be good, or I'll come back and deal with you!"

Qian Xiaorong ignored his expression: "Come on, you! Don't delay the love between our girlfriends!"

Zhao Rui has always been spoiled by her, reaching out to ruffle her hair, Lin Qinghuan just watched being abused by two people.

Hey!
So couples or something...

snort!
Just hate.

After Lin Qinghuan marked all the design drawings that Johns valued, and went through the data to study how to correct them, Qian Xiaorong leaned on the sofa and ate snacks, and talked to her by the way: "Hey, I will give birth Boy or girl."

"It's really hard to say, but if you want to know, why don't you wait a few months to see?" Even so, Lin Qinghuan still prefers to let things take their course.

Are boys and girls the same?
Qian Xiaorong said to himself: "If it's a girl, I'll have another one, a boy, so I can protect her!"

"Then what if it's a boy?" Lin Qinghuan couldn't help asking.

Qian Xiaorong answered very simply: "Then have another younger sister to protect her!"

"Pfft! You are also a shopkeeper!" Lin Qinghuan squeezed the pencil in her hand, wrote and drew on the materials in her hand, and responded to Qian Xiaorong's words by the way.

Qian Xiaorong was very confident: "Boys are meant to protect girls."

"Girls can protect themselves!" Lin Qinghuan said from the bottom of her heart.

She doesn't think that girls are inherently weaker than men and need special protection.

Qian Xiaorong naturally knew what kind of character she was, so she flattened the corners of her mouth and said in a distressed tone: "Do you know, actually, you and Shen Fengyan will end, I thought about it early in the morning."

The movements of Lin Qinghuan's hands paused, and her eyes narrowed a little: "I don't even know, but you still know the foretelling?"

Qian Xiaorong raised the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then sighed, got up and went to the kitchen, poured out two cups of warm milk, handed it to Lin Qinghuan, took a sip, and said: "You are too independent, too strong , the pride in your bones makes you unwilling to bow to anyone. Once, Shen Fengyan and Zhao Rui were drunk, and I drove them back. Shen Fengyan said all the way, I don’t know if she loves me or not, I don’t Do you really love me..."

Lin Qinghuan's throat was slightly tight. After a long time, she took a deep breath, and finally, she chuckled: "Maybe."

In fact, Qian Xiaorong didn't need to tell her, she could understand.

She always has reservations, she has been alone for too long, she doesn't know what it's like to be protected and loved by others, Shen Fengyan let her experience it, but she is also afraid of losing because of gains and losses.

The so-called one who didn't do her best until she died was talking about her.

Shen Fengyan just...hasn't received a response for too long, and doesn't know how to love her anymore.

After finishing speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, smiled relaxedly, and praised in a slightly praising tone: "Your intuition is really accurate!"

Qian Xiaorong twitched the corners of her mouth, seeing her slightly bent eyes with a smile, she stopped in time when the words were already on her lips.

Ok.

It doesn't matter if the smoke disappears, it's her own choice.

*
In the evening, Rong Che got off work early after receiving a call from Mama Zhao, went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Zhao Ma immediately followed and handed the things in her hand to Rong Che.

Rong Che looked at it and was not too surprised. He let out a sigh of relief and put it on the table: "Is dinner ready?"

"It's almost ready."

Rong Che nodded, and then took out his mobile phone to call Xiao Liu: "Go to Jinshuiwan to pick up my wife, and bring me something back by the way."

Xiao Liu: "Okay, Mr. Rong, what do you need?"

Rong Che hesitated to speak, hung up the phone, edited a text message and sent it to his mobile phone, and then said to Zhao's mother: "It's all right here, you can get off work."

Mother Zhao frowned slightly: "Sir, aren't you angry?"