Our Glamorous Time

This ward is located deepest in the corridor, quiet and transparent.

So Lin Qiang was outside the door and accidentally listened to the conversation between the father and the son.

At this moment, she looked at Li Zhicheng who pushed out the door and looked up suddenly, her heart was soft. But in the softness, it seemed that there was another small stone bone rolling over, making her a little uncomfortable.

That's because Xu Yong said two words--

"Must marry Lin Qian?"

"From my point of view, it is not appropriate for you to marry her."

...

Li Zhicheng also looked at her fixedly.

He came over as soon as he got off the plane. Probably because of the long flight. The straight suit shirt was a little wrinkled, and there was a trace of tiredness in his eyes. But the eyes staring at her were clear and gloomy. As if instantly seeing her confused thoughts at the moment, he reached out, took one of her hands, and gently rubbed it in his palm.

"When did you arrive?"

Lin Qian answered truthfully: "It's been a while."

Li Zhicheng nodded.

"Am I going to see him?" she asked again.

Li Zhicheng took her hand without letting go and turned to look at the small glass window on the ward door. Seeing Xu Yong's eyes closed, he dimmed the bedside lamp and seemed to have fallen asleep. So he said: "He took the medicine just now and talked to me for a while. He should be tired now. We will come back tomorrow morning."

"Ok."

Compared with the excitement and noise when the two reunited on weekdays, Lin Qian at the moment seemed much quieter. Li Zhicheng glanced at her slightly pursed lips and dark eyes, not much to say, holding her hand and going out.

At this time the sky was completely dark, and the bright and clear lights were shining in the snow-white corridor, which lined the night sky outside the window, making it darker and more indistinct.

The two are still in the intensive care unit area. There are very few people here, only a lamp above their heads shines under their feet, leaving an erratic shadow.

Lin Qian looked at his straight and cold figure, and suddenly felt a trance.

I really hope that's it, the two have been holding hands and going on.

...

"Aggrieved?"

Suddenly he stepped in, and turned to look at her.

Under the lights, his face was as handsome as ever. The dark eyebrows were slightly shiny, and the slightly tall cheekbones gave his outline a hint of shame. He still put one hand in his trouser pocket, the other hand had already wrapped her waist and looked down at her quietly.

Quiet, strong, and gentle.

Lin Qian reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Well," she said softly, "it's a bit. But... compared to the fiery mountains of swords someone encountered with my brother, this grievance is probably not worth mentioning."

Staring around, he smiled slowly in his eyes.

Lin Qian looked at him, but he was a little stunned.

In fact, her grievances were definitely not complaints about Xu Yong. On the contrary, if she stood in the perspective of Xu Yong, she could understand him as a father and businessman, with such trade-offs and concerns. And after Li Zhicheng showed his attitude, Xu Yong immediately accepted it.

But she will still feel a little wronged. Because the real self, the real brother, the open and trustworthy people, have not been seen by others. In the current situation, she cannot prove herself innocent and prove that she is "suitable for a woman who is sincere and sincere". This is caused by the objective environment, because the identity and position of the brother and her are there, and it is impossible to change.

"What kind of woman is right for you?" she asked suddenly.

This is a bit awkward.

Li Zhicheng glanced at her.

She lowered her head to cover her lips, sucking and turning. Lin Qian's vision was completely blocked by his figure, and his body was circled in the corner of the corridor. Between the hot air, he heard him lightly say in his ear: "Shall I take my heart out for you?"

Lin Qian smiled "poof".

Indeed, he had just stood firm and ruthless in front of his father.

"No need to weigh. Be sure to marry her."

"I hit DG out of the Chinese market, who dare to say half a word?"

...

Lin Qian looked up at him.

Love is a faith. She believed in the man in front of her.

And he defends their love with his own decisive and decisive way.

"I love you," she said softly.

Li Zhicheng bowed her head and kissed her again.

In the end, there was a short period of time, and before I missed each other again, the kiss was a little indistinguishable. In this quiet hospital corridor, he buckled her in his arms, and kissed her mouth, eyes, nose, ears... for a moment, they forgot each other's time and were not satisfied.

——

Gao Lang and Jiang Yuan just walked to the corner of the fourth floor and saw the familiar back of the president from afar, pressing a woman to the foot of the wall and kissing silently and enthusiastically.

That woman is undoubtedly Lin Qian.

President Li is very different from usual. Only in front of Lin Qian, Li always showed such a wanton side.

Gao Lang and Jiang Yuan were silent at the same time. Fortunately, Jiang Yuan is not strange. Gao Lang was a Maotou boy, a little embarrassed, turned his head to look to the side.

"Cough..." Jiang Yuanqing coughed out.

Turning back to them, Li Zhicheng raised his head when he heard the sound, and at the same time released Lin Qiang. But still holding her in her arms. Maybe the kiss was too long and the breathing was not smooth, Jun's face had a thin blush, but the expression was calm and indifferent, and turned to look at them. And Lin Qian was hit by someone, still a bit shy. With his head down, he didn't look at them, pretending to look comfortable.

"President." Jiang Yuan said quietly, "There are some reporters coming from the front door, and there are still some unidentified people, like trouble." He paused and said: "They incited some people, holding banners and saying that we Aida collaborates with foreign capital to sell national brands."

Li Zhicheng's expression remained unchanged, but Lin Qian was stunned.

Comes so fast.

The author has something to say: Well, the old Mercury is gone, and Ka must die. Today, I wrote 3,000 words from early morning to late evening, and I deleted half of them, and I ended up with more than 1,000. Obviously there is a very clear outline, just can not write the feeling you want.

So I have to take a day off tomorrow, I really can't do it. I must adjust the status.

According to the outline, this article is expected to be completed in about a week, please encourage me to supervise me! Starting the day after tomorrow, be sure to drive full horsepower and give it a go!

Old paper must rise up!