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

In the dimly lit room, Rong Che suppressed her, but remained inexplicably silent.

Lin Qinghuan chuckled, stretched out his hand to push him away, Rong Che didn't resist, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, after a while, he turned sideways again and embraced Lin Qinghuan in his arms, his warm lips pressed against her ear, and his voice was warm and deep: "are you angry?"

"Oh?" Lin Qinghuan didn't refuse his hug, but her tone was obviously a little angry: "Why should I be angry? Or, what did you do to make me angry, and I don't know yet."

"Don't make trouble, just talk."

Rong Che didn't care about the others, but Lin Qinghuan's eccentric words made him a little annoyed for no reason.

Rong Che wanted to hug her tighter, but Lin Qinghuan's arm was between the two of them, preventing him from making any further movements.

"Why didn't I speak properly?" Lin Qinghuan was a little aggressive: "Speak clearly!"

Rong Che chuckled in a low voice: "You know everything, but you still pretend to be ignorant and question me, what kind of person is it to speak well?"

"Know everything?" Lin Qinghuan chuckled softly, with a sly tone: "Sorry, I don't know anything."

"Huanhuan..." Rong Che called her by her name in a gentle and deep voice, and said slowly, "Don't make trouble with me, okay?"

"Who's going to mess with you!"

Rong Che's warm palm was pressed against her clothes and placed on her waist, the scorching heat in his palm made Lin Qinghuan uncomfortably dodge.

"Even if you meet Shen Fengyan, so what? I just went to pick you up, and I didn't intend to doubt your intentions. Huanhuan, I believe in you..."

"I don't believe it!" Lin Qinghuan retorted without hesitation: "If you really believe that I won't pass."

"I was worried about you!"

"It's a set of beautiful words!"

Rong Che: "Really!"

Lin Qinghuan was actually not very angry, but she felt a little upset when she thought of Qin Yao looking for Rong Che again.

However, thinking of Qin Yao, I couldn't help but think of the old man's birthday. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Did Qin Yao tell you?"

Rong Che's knuckle-boned fingers were wrapped around her soft hair. Hearing Lin Qinghuan mention Qin Yao, the movements of his hands couldn't help but pause. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's not her."

Lin Qinghuan frowned slightly: "Isn't she?"

Who would that be?

It's not that Lin Qinghuan insists on thinking about Qin Yao, but she can't find many people who are keen to throw dirty water on her head. It just so happens that Qin Yao is one of them, and it just so happens that throwing dirty water on her head Qin Yao happened to have done the matter of water.

With the moonlight shining into the room through the window, and also adapting to the current brightness of the room, it was easy for Rong Che to see the expression on her face clearly.

Seeing her frowning, she couldn't help but want to reach out to help her smooth the ups and downs between her eyebrows.

After all, no matter before or now, what he hates the most is Lin Qinghuan's frowning.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but sneered.

Where did he see her frowning before, it was all guesswork.

Rong Che's callused fingertips landed between Lin Qinghuan's eyebrows, smoothing the ups and downs between her brows little by little. The delicate and gentle touch made Lin Qinghuan a little uncomfortable. She reached out and took his hand between her eyebrows away, with a gentle tone With a bit of laziness to complain: "I can understand Qin Yao, after all, she has never liked me, and besides, she has always been very good at embellishing..."

After all, Qin Yao led her by the nose several times, and Rong Che... was no exception.

In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that Qin Yao was good.

When Cai and Rong Che were married, Jean didn't even know that there was someone like Qin Yao, but now that I think about it, every conversation Qin Yao had with her at that time was stabbing at her vitals.

It was inexplicable that she would be emotionally involved.

Thinking about it, Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, and her voice was full of impatience: "Who else but her?"

"Then where did you put Hu Xiahuan?" Rong Che said slowly.

Hu Xiahuan...

Yes, it's still her.

She also regards herself as a thorn in the flesh!

However, when thinking of Hu Xiahuan, Lin Qinghuan had to think of Shen Fengyan, and when thinking of Shen Fengyan, she...

Lin Qinghuan didn't speak for a long time, and she still turned her back to Rong Che.

Rong Che propped his elbows on the bed, leaned over to stop her in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qinghuan shook her head.

She doesn't want to talk, and besides, she doesn't know what to say to Rong Che?
Rong Che's voice was still gentle and indifferent: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Lin Qinghuan was silent for a while and said, "Headache."

"Is it just a headache?"

Rong Che was silent for a while, then asked in a deep voice.

It was obviously a question sentence, but when it came out of his mouth, it was indifferent, as if he was stating some established fact.

It was as if, at this moment, Rong Che was extremely sure that Lin Qinghuan was not just having a headache at this moment.

However, even though the displeasure in Rong Che's tone was so obvious, Lin Qinghuan still didn't speak.

In the dim moonlight, the two silently stalemate.

But in the end, Rong Che compromised.

He stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, gently rubbing her temples with his calloused fingertips, and after a while, he asked warmly, "Does it still hurt?"

Lin Qinghuan cautiously leaned into her arms, did not answer, but asked about Hu Xiahuan: "What did she tell you?"

Rong Che didn't answer, and the movements of his hands still didn't stop.

What would Hu Xiahuan say to Rong Che?
Zuo is not much different from Qin Yao, so he told Rong Che about her meeting with Lin Qinghuan in an emphatic way.

However, Lin Qinghuan couldn't figure it out.

How did Hu Xiahuan know about her meeting with Shen Fengyan?
Rong Che's reaction was also expected by Lin Qinghuan, wrapping his slender arms around his waist, leaning against his heart, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, his soft voice mixed with a little helplessness: "Maybe I really She is a very troublesome woman, right? She is pretentious and pretentious"

Rong Che took a deep breath, put his muscular arms on her body, and hugged her tightly the next moment: "As long as it's not someone else's trouble, I'm willing to coax you no matter what you do or how hypocritical you are."

Lin Qinghuan sneered in a low voice: "I have a criminal record of empathy."

"The previous convictions are not important, the important thing is whether there are any signs now." Rong Che turned sideways and pressed her firmly on his body.

The corner of Lin Qinghuan's mouth raised casually: "What if there are signs?"

Rong Che tightly clasped Lin Qinghuan's wrists on her sides. Even though he knew that what she said was only a joke, the force holding her back involuntarily increased.

"pain!"

Lin Qinghuan felt that his wrist was about to be broken by him, and struggled involuntarily.

But the more she struggled, the harder Rong Che was holding her.

Lin Qinghuan turned her head away from looking at her, took a breath, and said calmly, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"If you dare!" Rong Che said through gritted teeth.

I will kill you!
Naturally, Rong Che did not say the last sentence.

But his current actions all show that he will use his calculations.

Lin Qinghuan gritted her teeth and stabilized her breath: "You know that I won't..."

"Well, you really don't know how to do it now." Rong Che's voice was hoarse and deep, and every word showed his anger.

Speaking of which, Lin Qinghuan and Rong Che hadn't quarreled for a long time.

In the beginning, she was the one who accommodated Rong Che, and later, it was Rong Che who indulged her lawlessly. Even if she made trouble for no reason and was so unreasonable, Rong Che never seemed to care.

However, now Lin Qinghuan understood.

It's not that Rong Che doesn't care, but that he doesn't want to care.

He gave her everything he could, including doing whatever he wanted.

Therefore, most of the time, it's not that he doesn't doubt her, but, for him, there are more important things than suspicion.

Give her freedom and let her stay by her side without any worries.

That's all Rong Che has always wanted.

Can……

'I'm not afraid to tell you, I think I'm missing part of my memory, so I want to find a counselor in this area to see if there is a way to cure it. '

Her downplaying tone was like stabbing a sharp knife into his heart. Not only that, but she still didn't give up on piercing into his heart, it was... unscrupulously stirring and messing with him.

Rong Che always thought that in the early years in the special forces, he fought against death regardless of day or night, which should have made him ignore all pain.

But, it still doesn't work!
Lu Huai won't meddle in his own business, but if Lin Qinghuan wants to, Song Chi won't sit idly by.

Lin Qinghuan took the initiative to ask Song Chi for help. At that time, even if he wanted to stop him, it was absolutely impossible to stop him.

Moreover, at this time...

Rong Che looked down at her, and let out a deep breath of relief. Following that, the force that restrained her hand was loosened a lot.

However, he just let go of his hand, followed by a crisp slap on his face.

It was not the first time Lin Qinghuan slapped him, but this time, Rong Che clearly felt resentment.

Rong Che turned his head sideways from the beating, the corners of his mouth were hot and painful, his slender and well-articulated fingers pressed the corners of his mouth, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and his gloomy voice couldn't be heard clearly: "Huanhuan, am I treating you badly?" ?”

Lin Qinghuan was silent.

She couldn't answer this question.

However, Rong Che didn't hear her answer, and laughed in a low voice, his tone full of mockery: "So, I still can't compare with him, can I?"

When Lin Qinghuan hit him too hard, her fingertips were numb. She moved a little, swallowed to hold her breath: "This is between the two of us, what has it to do with him!"

There was a smile on the corner of Rong Che's mouth: "Are you blaming me for implicating him?"

"You said it yourself, he doesn't owe me anything, since he doesn't owe me anything, why do you attribute the unhappiness between the two of us to him?" Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, her tone was calm, but Obviously, there was deep indignation and blame in his tone.

Rong Che smiled, and the tip of his tongue carelessly hooked the corners of his mouth.