Love at the Right Time

When Shi Qingqiu's flight landed in City B, Wen Qinghan had already waited there early. The black BMW six-series was low-key and steady.

The crowd came and went in a hurry, but Wen Qinghan was like a person from outside the world who could not be disturbed. He was surrounded by coldness that was a bit repellent from thousands of miles away. It not only drew people's sight, but did not give his gaze to anyone.

Shi Qingqiu took off his mask and turned his head to say something to Yang Xiao. Wen Qinghan greeted him and put Shi Qingqiu's suitcase in the trunk, frowning when he returned to the car door. Shi Qingqiu smiled, turned his head and said to assistant Yang Xiao: "A Xiao, you go back, I will go with my friend."

It's this ice cube face again.

Yang Xiao sneered, but smiled on her face, and said to Shi Qingqiu: "Okay, sister, I'm gone." She waved her hand and pulled her suitcase to leave.

Shi Qingqiu glanced at Wen Qinghan helplessly, and didn't know what to say. Wen Qinghan didn't like to talk too much, and it was even more difficult to talk to people he didn't know.

"Let's go." Wen Qinghan said lightly, opening the door and entering the driver's seat.

Shi Qingqiu walked around the front of the car, opened the front passenger's door to sit in, fastened the seat belt, and drove out slowly.

Shi Qingqiu turned his head to look at Wen Qinghan, remembering the scene just now, and couldn't help but smile.

"Qingqiu, what are you laughing at?" Wen Qinghan looked straight ahead, his beautiful thin lips opened and closed up and down.

"It's nothing, something not worth mentioning." Shi Qingqiu turned his head to look out the window, his gaze gradually wandering, and then looked at it with the look of Wen Qinghan reflected on the car window.

She and Wen Qinghan have known each other since childhood, and she can't remember when she first met Wen Qinghan. I just remember that Wen Qinghan has always been so few words in his impression. Even in his carefree childhood, Wen Qinghan could hardly blend into the lively atmosphere.

It's not that there is no one in the dark. Some people take the initiative to meet and interact with Wen Qinghan. These people are very polite, but they can't integrate into a large group. Because of this, some people who have never interacted with Wen Qinghan have gradually heard such remarks as "Wen Qinghan looks down on people" and "Wen Qinghan has a bad temper."

In fact, Wen Qinghan was just not enthusiastic. Just like Yang Xiao just now, because Wen Qinghan always looks cold and lonely and uncomfortable, Yang Xiaocai has never taken the initiative to speak to Wen Qinghan.

If Yang Xiao greeted Wen Qinghan, he would definitely find that Wen Qinghan was cold, but not rude.

Thinking of this, Shi Qingqiu smiled again, this is also Wen Qinghan's temperament. Being able to maintain one's original temperament in this society is already not easy. Wen Qinghan, who is not contaminated with the dust of the world, did not want to see any changes.

At this time, Wen Qinghan's voice suddenly floated over: "Qingqiu, Uncle Shi told me two days ago that I should have a meal in the past. I agreed and decided today."

Because of the tight schedule, Shi Qingqiu, although she also has a separate residence, will basically live with her parents when she comes back, so as not to see her several times throughout the year, she knew that it was Wen Qinghan who was going to their house tonight. time to eat.

The two families have brought them together for so long. If they knew that they were already married, they might be surprised that they couldn't close their lips together. After so long, why did you get married without talking about love?

Shi Qingqiu sighed softly and said, "Okay, let's go."

Thinking that their affairs had not been made public, she looked at Wen Qinghan and said, "By the way, do we want to talk about our affairs?"

If you don't say it, when you get to the house for a while, you will be faced with the matchmaking between parents and parents, no matter what you say, there will always be a sentence or two that can touch them. After so many years, they are all used to it, and only a little bit fades in the middle of the year.

That year, it was when Shi Qingqiu told his family that he had a girlfriend. At that time, no matter how disappointed the family was, it was impossible to separate a couple of lovers.

Wen Qinghan's car speeds up a bit, and he doesn't seem to be thinking, "You can say it or not, I'm up to you."

When others say "listen to you" and the like, they always have a sense of accommodation, but it is still so cold when placed on Wen Qinghan.

Shi Qingqiu thought for a moment, and said: "Then let's not talk about it, we haven't fully adapted ourselves yet, wait a minute."

Wen Qinghan drove the car silently without answering, but the speed did not slow down any more, it was much faster than before.

Shi Qingqiu’s parents’ house is actually very close to Wen Qinghan’s parents’ house. They are in the same villa area, but the two buildings are not in the same direction. So the relationship between the two has been very good for so many years, and sometimes they have an appointment after dinner. Take a walk together.

It is precisely because of this that Wen Qinghan can understand every time her parents ask her to send things to Shi's family.

Wen Qinghan parked the car downstairs of Shi's house, consciously went to get Shi Qingqiu's luggage, and the two of them walked towards the gate together.

Shi Honglang and Tang Jinghui had already ordered the servants to prepare a table of dishes, and they sat on the sofa waiting for their daughter and Wen Qinghan to return. As soon as the doorbell rang, Tang Jinghui went over and opened the door immediately. Seeing Wen Qinghan pulling her daughter's suitcase, she suddenly smiled.

"Qing Han is here, come in quickly. My uncle and I have been waiting for you for a long time." Tang Jinghui motioned to the nanny to pick up the suitcase and walked in with Wen Qinghan's hand.

"Auntie, Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm a little late today, so you have to wait a long time." Wen Qinghan curled his lips to take the conversation, and raised his eyes to look at Shi Honglang who was approaching.

Shi Honglang touched his beer belly with one hand, and then greeted him: "It's okay, you have to pick up Qingqiu. It's normal to be late. It just happened not long after the meal was served, so let's get in."

Tang Jinghui took Wen Qinghan as she walked and said, "Qinghan just got off work, right? I have to go to the airport to pick up Qingqiu. Thank you."

Several people walked in while chatting, Shi Qingqiu had already taken advantage of this time to go to the kitchen to wash her hands, turning her head just to meet Wen Qinghan walking in to wash her hands, she turned off the water and stood on the other side. When I was about to find a topic, I suddenly saw Wen Qinghan's hand stretched out after boiling the water and was traversed by a thick red mark.

This was obviously caused by carrying the suitcase for her just now. She raised her eyes to look at Wen Qinghan's indifferent profile, who was slightly bent over. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly said, "Qing Han, don't help me carry the suitcase in the future. Now, next time, I will have someone send the suitcase back."

Wen Qinghan shook his hand washed by the water, and his eyebrows softened a lot, "Okay."

It is rare that Shi Qingqiu and Wen Qinghan are both here, and the two elders of the Shi family are all smiling today. During the dinner, they first asked Shi Qingqiu a few questions about work, and then turned to the relationship.

Tang Jinghui used public chopsticks to give Shi Qingqiu a piece of fish to the small plate in front of him, and tentatively asked: "Qingqiu, have you met any friends who get along recently? If appropriate, take them home and show them to your parents. It depends on your age. It's not too small anymore, it's time to be a target."

The first two years were okay. After all, the age is really not that old, but since reaching the age of twenty-five years old, in the eyes of parents, they are "older to be married". However, this supervision is not so simple. Shi Qingqiu is very clear about the number of ways, and as usual, he calmly puts the vegetables into the small dish, and glances back at Tang Jinghui: "I don't know this kind of friend at present."

Even if she knew each other, she didn't have the energy to get to know another person. She glanced at Wen Qinghan, only to see that this person seemed to have not heard, and took a small bite of the eggplant, even the sauce did not stick to her lips, elegant and plain.

Tang Jinghui turned her gaze to Wen Qinghan, and said, "What about Qinghan?"

Wen Qinghan put down his chopsticks and made a thoughtful look, then looked at Tang Jinghui's gaze: "Auntie, neither do I."

Shi Honglang laughed and continued: "If you don't have any, you should consider each other. You can see that the looks are suitable and the family is suitable, right? Don't always think that our old people are fooling you, don't look at you two all the time. It’s not far, but it’s the one who gets along the most."

How about knowing the root and the bottom? Shi Qingqiu knew this, but she didn't know why she didn't want to tell her parents so quickly that she and Wen Qinghan had registered their marriage.

Wen Qinghan glanced at Shi Qingqiu's side face, the emotions in his eyes were difficult to understand, only a small smile was held by his lips, he stood up and bent over and used public chopsticks to give Shi Honglang and Tang Jinghui a piece of white and tender fish to the small dish. He said: "Uncle, Auntie, this fish is very tender, I think it is delicious, you guys try it too."

There have been too many times like this, Shi Honglang and Tang Jinghui are also used to it, so they have to sigh secretly, and they are flat again.

Tang Jinghui didn't insist anymore, and said: "Just pick up chopsticks, just do what you do, it should be cold for a while. Qingqiu eats more, always so thin, so is Qinghan..."

Shi Qingqiu smiled, and gave Wen Qinghan a piece of fish, and the atmosphere finally eased.

After dinner, Shi Qingqiu returned to the room to sort out the clothes in his suitcase, while Wen Qinghan had a long conversation with Shi Honglang in the living room.

When Shi Qingqiu came out, Tang Jinghui was sitting beside Wen Qinghan with a pot of tea. Wen Qinghan looked sideways and nodded in return.

Shi Qingqiu leaned against the corridor wall with interest and looked far away, listening to the voices of his parents and Wen Qinghan floating slowly.

"Qing Han hasn't had many cases during this time? It's been a long time since I saw you come and see us like this." Shi Honglang sat on the solo sofa and sighed, and took the teacup from his wife.

"Well, and it doesn't take a lot of energy to do it, so this period of time is fairly easy." Wen Qinghan was answering, and suddenly a cup of tea was handed over to her. She took it with both hands and turned around to thank: " Thank you Auntie."

Shi Qingqiu's lips curled up, and there was a strange feeling in his heart, as if he throbbed a little. A long, long time ago, she had imagined that someone could be by her side like this, have a happy meal with her parents as before, and chat with her parents about work and gossiping after the meal.

She couldn't remember the appearance of that person before. She stared at the scene in front of her, blending the fuzzy outline in her mind with the warm and cold face in front of her.

She and Wen Qinghan can live a lifetime, they will never leave each other, because there is no love between them. With love, one day you will get bored, one day you will be unfamiliar, and one day you will run away.

That's it. It's good to have Wen Qinghan without love.

The sky gradually darkened, and when Wen Qinghan got up to leave, Shi Qingqiu also walked over, and took the initiative to send Wen Qinghan downstairs. The two elders would naturally not stop them, leaving them alone.

Wen's house was not far from Shi's house, and it took only a minute or two to drive there. Shi Qingqiu sent Wen Qinghan out, and the two stopped at the gate.

"Qing Han, I can rest for a while after this time, except for an advertisement to be shot." Shi Qingqiu put his hands behind his back, looking directly at Wen Qinghan's soft face under the light. .

"Well, then you have a good rest."

I don't know why, Shi Qingqiu actually felt that not only Wen Qinghan's face softened, but she didn't brave such a severe chill in her words. For this reason, Shi Qingqiu couldn't help but smile.

There was a rare smile in Wen Qinghan's eyes. He raised his hand slightly, not knowing what he was trying to do, but it didn't take long to put it back. She squinted her eyes, pursed her lips and said, "If you want to find me, I will be there."

The meaning of her words was not obvious, combined with their current relationship, Shi Qingqiu understood easily. They would never say such things, and they would just say it if they wanted to meet, but the relationship now destined them to need to get along more and try to get used to it as soon as possible.

Shi Qingqiu readily agreed, "I see, you go back, remember to say hello to my uncle and auntie for me."

Wen Qinghan nodded with an "um", and Shi Qingqiu's appearance was clearly reflected in his eyes. When I saw Shi Qingqiu today, her gaze kept lingering on Shi Qingqiu's body. Shi Qingqiu's curly hair was perm, and it became more appealing. The smile with the assistant in the afternoon also made her look more charming.

This memory flashed across Wen Qinghan's mind. She moved her steps, her long black hair was as vertical and supple as ink feathers, and the end of her hair swayed slightly, before finally turning around to leave.

"The street light over there seems to be broken, please turn it on slowly."

Shi Qingqiu urged again a few steps away. I don’t know if Wen Qinghan has responded. He could only watch her slender and straight back like a bamboo, stepping out of the door headlight aperture step by step and heading towards the car. Go.