Red Rose Second Miss's Beloved Wife

After the New Year's Eve dinner, it is stipulated that twelve o'clock must be passed before each room can go back, so as to fully complete the New Year's Eve.

Ling Qianyu was standing on the third-floor terrace, and the sound of the video not being connected was ringing on her mobile phone. She was a little nervous, and her heart was pounding, expecting Liu Siyi's face to appear on the camera.

It rang for a while, and finally connected, and Li Xinyao's smiling face appeared on the other end of the video.

"Xiao Yu, happy new year." Li Xinyao was rolling out the dough and preparing to make dumplings, and there was already a finished product on the table.

A flash of disappointment flashed across Ling Qianyu's eyes, and she waved with a smile: "Happy New Year, Auntie, where are you making dumplings?" She was looking for subtle clues and traces of visitors on the screen as she spoke.

Li Xinyao had just finished making a dumpling, put it in front of the camera, and said, "Perserved eggs and meat stuffing, one of your mother's favorite weird flavors."

"Do you still remember?" Ling Qianyu replied with a smile, she was a little absent-minded, her eyes kept wandering, Li Xinyao looked at her with a smile on her face, "What are you looking for? You don't care so much."

"No, it's nothing..." After saying this, she suddenly realized that the eldest aunt was making dumplings, and who was holding the phone?

"Eh? Is your phone someone holding it?"

Li Xinyao was stunned, then looked up at Liu Siyi, but ignored this detail.Liu Siyi made a booing motion, pointing to the flowerpot stand in the corner, Li Xinyao understood, "I bought a mobile phone holder, it's convenient."

"You are so foreign, why do you still use a mobile phone holder? If it weren't for calling at home, you would rarely use your mobile phone, why would you buy such a worthless thing?" Ling Qianyu didn't believe it. If it wasn't for the occasional contact with home, Li Xinyao would even Will say goodbye to mobile phones, she always feels that electronic products will disturb her.

Deliberately hiding it so that you don't want to see it?Ling Qianyu rested her chin and looked at the screen, and found that the number of dumplings had already exceeded that of previous years, "Auntie, you can finish eating so many dumplings? I remember you don't like to freeze food?"

"Er..." Li Xinyao couldn't help wondering why she seemed to know that there was someone on her side. She smiled and answered calmly: "It's been snowing recently, and it's not convenient to pick vegetables. I want to eat dumplings for a few days to cope."

"I thought you had guests over there."

"I won't have any guests here." Li Xinyao nodded and lowered her eyebrows, rolling her face while speaking. Seeing that Ling Qianyu was still suspicious, she deliberately said, "Say to grandpa for me, the charity on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month this year I'll be there for the dance."

Ling Qianyu was surprised: "Don't you dislike participating in such formalistic activities?"

Li Xinyao's eyes were watery, and she showed a meaningful smile: "This year is different, let's do this first, Xiao Yu, I'll hang up." After finishing speaking, she pressed the hang up button.

"Hey..." Ling Qianyu was turned away before she finished her sentence, why does this aunt feel a little abnormal?Hanging up the phone in such a hurry, is it really to make dumplings?

Ling Qianyu clicked on the location, the red dot has been fixed at Nanyuan Temple, Liu Siyi must be there.

Since she didn't want to show her face, Ling Qianyu couldn't bear to force her. It's better to be with her aunt than to be alone.

She couldn't help sending a message: It's snowing, I miss you more

There was a boiler on the stove, and the fire in the stove made a "sizzling" sound. Liu Siyi sat there, warming his cold hands.

At the moment when Ling Qianyu's video came, various complex emotions of joy, anticipation, and hesitation lingered in her heart. She didn't have the courage to appear in front of the camera. The moment she heard the voice, her heart melted and her nose became sore.

Hearing the message, she hesitated for a while before picking it up.

"It's snowing, I miss you more"

She stared at the message with her mobile phone in her hand for a long, long time, but in the end she still didn't reply, and continued to sit by the fire.

Just as the current separation is for a better future, she must endure the days without Ling Qianyu.If love can't even be restrained, how can it last forever?

Holding the wrapped dumplings, Li Xinyao walked to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot and put them in. She caught a glimpse of the melancholy and disappointment in Liu Siyi's eyes, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yu has been smart since she was a child, look at her. For my series of pressing questions, it seems that I know you are there. But why don't you meet her face to face, it doesn't matter. "

Liu Siyi shook his head, turned the back of his hands, rubbed his hands together, and replied lightly: "Indulging in emotions and emotions is not conducive to the development of the current situation. I would rather suppress the current desire//desire and wait slowly."

The fire light illuminated her somewhat cold face, and her indifferent eyes showed tenacity and stubbornness. Li Xinyao looked at her with a little more appreciation. Perhaps she could understand why her son and the proud Ling Qianyu fell in love with this woman.

"I know you miss her. The fifteenth day of the first lunar month will come soon, and you can see her."

Liu Siyi crossed her arms and forced a smile, "I think she has become a habit for a long time, and sometimes I miss her even more when we are together. It would be better not to meet like that, I'm afraid the feeling of loneliness and loss in my heart will be stronger. "

Li Xinyao held her shoulder distressedly, and said earnestly, "Son, how much hardship did you go through to develop a character that embarrasses you? Don't you think it's hard work?"

The gentle words and care touched the most fragile strings in Liu Siyi's heart. She was almost drowned by her father's domestic violence when she was a child, and she was used to all the things she experienced later. This is just a way to save herself, because she doesn't want to no choice.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously hugged herself even tighter.

Li Xinyao's warm palms covered the back of her hands, "I'm one year older after the Chinese New Year, do you want to feel my mother's embrace?" After she said that, she opened her arms slightly, and Liu Siyi raised her eyes to look at her, the corners of her eyes sorely wanting to Tears, she pursed her lips tightly and hesitated for a while.

"Come on~ Treat Auntie as your mother, everything will be fine."

Liu Siyi's eyes were red, and she stepped forward to hug her gently, closing her eyes to feel the warmth that she had never had before.

Maybe she was also loved when she was a baby, maybe she was also cared about by her parents, but the memory is too long to remember.

"God is fair, what is lost will always be repaid to us in another way, don't be sad, after the snowstorm, it must be sunny." Li Xinyao patted the back of her hand, like caring for her own child.

The lights in the courtyard were faint, and the snow-white light illuminated the earth, making the night look extraordinarily bright.For Liu Siyi, this warm New Year's Eve is unforgettable in his life.

During the days apart, the two of them didn't have much contact, and the dialog box was almost filled with Ling Qianyu's missive words, every morning and evening is essential, even if Liu Siyi didn't reply, she never tired of it.

Occasionally, she will receive: Peace, don't read

There are only four simple words, never expressing your heartfelt feelings, nor revealing your emotions or anger.This is Liu Siyi, who has always been so cool and sassy.

Ling Qianyu just loves her like this.

She suffers from such anticipation and loss every day, and the only thing that can divert her attention is to redecorate Rose.

She asked the designer to produce drawings within a week, purchase materials, brushes, paints, and even decorations that she needed to prepare within two days.

All the inspiration comes from her relationship with Liu Siyi, and she wants to integrate their stories into the new Rose.The name is: New Rose

This time, she will arrange everything by herself.

Everything in the old Rose has been emptied, and now it is just an empty two-story house.Ling Qianyu put on her blue workman's uniform, her hair was tied into a hat, and she was ready to start work.

She put on a mask and climbed up the ladder with a bucket of paint.

"Mr. Yu, turn around." Lan Feixu took the mobile phone, and when she turned her head, it clicked and took a picture of her appearance like a painter.Ling Qianyu glared at her, "Delete it!"

"No, no, I have to keep such valuable revelations. One day you treat me badly, and I will give the media a shock! The second lady of the Ling family is reduced to painting the wall! What an explosive headline, isn't it?"

"Then it will appear the next day. Surprise! The whistleblower is dead on the street."

"Hiss~ Why are you so heartless? I didn't do anything during the Chinese New Year. I just help you keep an eye on the blueprints and purchase this and that. You just treat me like this." Lan Feixu looked aggrieved.

"Okay, you've worked hard, and you'll get a raise next year." Ling Qianyu turned her face away when she spoke, looking at the wall thoughtfully. She wanted to make an oil painting, and the material for her creation came from the snowy night before she and Liu Siyi separated.

The painting is already in her mind, she measures the width and proportion with her fingers, and finally prepares to start writing: "Palette, I want orange, brown, blue, black, white, dark green..."

"Here we come." Lan Feixu took the initiative to find all the colors according to Ling Qianyu's instructions, and then arranged them in a row on the horizontal board, and handed over the palette. At the same time, according to Ling Qianyu's needs, Adjust the position of the double-legged ladder, and coordinate up, down, left, and right.

This painting must be completed in one go, and if there is a slight error, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, Ling Qianyu began to sketch.Because of the different levels of scenery, the size and shape of the brushes required are different. For convenience, she took off the mask, held one in her mouth, held two between her left fingers, and drew with her right hand.

"Hey, today is another day of crying for other people's love." Lan Feixu lowered his head and looked at Ling Qianyu, feeling lost.

At first, Ling Qianyu would wear a blue-collar suit, but later she was too lazy to change it back and forth, so she put on the shelves in her usual clothes.Whenever she lowered her head to adjust the color, Lan Feixu couldn't take her eyes away, and he would even deliberately move closer to admire her.

The hair hanging on the temples makes her focused eyes faintly visible, and the beauty brewing in the palette is vivid on her nimble pen tip.

Immersed in her own world, she concentrates on every stroke of painting, sometimes kneeling, sometimes squatting, sometimes pouting her body, every move, every expression affects Lan Feixu's heart.

Every day, she would get all kinds of colors on her hands, and the paint that accidentally dropped on her body became her most beautiful embellishment. Even the blush on her cheeks when she wiped off her sweat was touching.

Lan Feixu's long-lost jealousy was aroused again.Liu Siyi, why are you so happy?At this moment, Ling Qianyu doesn't look like the daughter of a wealthy family, let alone the shadow of a president. She is just an ordinary woman who gives her all for the one she loves.

Every time she made a sum, she would think, would Si Yi like it?That little bridge, that bouquet of mixed-color roses, that red umbrella, that falling leaves, tree shadows, lights, and the people who have been waiting for her.

Every time before the end, Ling Qianyu would stare at the painting for a long time, as if Liu Siyi's face had entered the painting, making her reluctant to look away, only then, the corners of her mouth would unconsciously rise.

The painting is 90.00% complete, and she plans to fill in the rest when she is free. All the backgrounds are finished, and only the finishing touch is left - Liu Siyi's back view.

"Give me some more money and arrange for workers to install the doors and stairs. The hard fittings will be in place first, and I'll come back in a few days." Ling Qianyu urged.

Lan Feixu asked: "Aren't you coming tomorrow?" Instead, he remembered that tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and it is the Ling family's annual charity ball, and the scene is full of celebrities and big names, and local tyrants like their family are not eligible to participate.

"Remember to be careful about my paintings. You can't damage any corners during installation. You have to watch the details on the bar counter yourself." Ling Qianyu's obsessive-compulsive disorder and pursuit of perfection are particularly obvious in Rose's reconstruction. Let this surprise have any blemishes.

Lan Feixu made an OK gesture: "I know, I'm here the whole time, don't worry." As long as Ling Qianyu needs it, he is willing to do anything, without complaint, and willingly, this is the value of his existence, and he will do everything for him. so happy.

Ling Rui Charity Ball is held on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month every year.The Ling family has its own foundation and has joined many wealthy businessmen. This charity ball is actually just a media hype.

For this kind of upper-class people, sometimes what they pursue is no longer just money satisfaction, but personal and family honor.

This year, Ling Rui has been hit hard repeatedly, and they are frequently searched for. Everything is not going well for them, and they are eager to use this good deed to cover up those ugliness.

Almost all the Ling family will be present for this extravagant and noble event, including Li Xinyao's natal family - "Mrs. Li".

In addition to the amount of donations and the formulaic process, this is a circle banquet. In the same circle, men discuss business and wives compare grades.The young masters and ladies of the rich second generation are all competing for beauty, the design of dresses, custom jewelry, shawl prices, limited edition handbags, and even luxury cars.

The form of this dance party gathered by the rich is greater than the content.

A few years ago, Ling Qianyu didn't have any sense of presence at this dinner party, and many people didn't even know that there was a second lady in the Ling family, but today she stood beside Ling Yanxiao, becoming a dazzling light, with praises, Voices of envy were endless, and even the editor-in-chiefs of several well-known domestic media rushed forward to talk to her.

So many incidents happened in the Ling family, this Second Miss Ling tried her best to turn the tide, outwitted the star fans, rebuilt the cooperative relationship with Mingde, rectified the pipe pile group, every pile showed extraordinary ability.

"Old Ling, the second lady is so outstanding, will she become your heir?" Some media asked this sensitive sentence, Ling Yanxiao kept his expression unchanged, stroked his beard, and replied with a smile: "The Lingrui Group has always been capable. Those who live there, whoever has the ability will do it."

He didn't answer whether or not, but he could see his admiration and affirmation for Ling Qianyu. Ling Qianyu almost froze with a smile when facing the camera. Ling Yanxiao kept pulling her, chatting with various people, pushing glasses and toasting .

Who else in the Ling family is not jealous?Especially the three and four bedrooms, who have long been surrounded by jealousy, can only accompany and praise. No one can lose their demeanor and etiquette on such an occasion.

"The Li family is here." Someone called out, and many eyes focused on the door. Among the noble ladies present, who has never worn the jewelry of "Mrs. Li", and who doesn't like the noble tailor-made by "Mrs. Li", come to the Li family. People must be noticed.

Ling Shangbei, who had not arrived for a long time, also appeared with her natal family. Li Xinping and his wife took their daughter on the red carpet. The media hurriedly raised their cameras to them, and the subsequent portraits were the finale of the audience, walking behind the crowd in a low-key manner.

Tall and handsome Ling Shangbei was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He bent his arms gracefully and was held by two noble and beautiful women.

One is Li Xinyao, the daughter-in-law of Ling's parents and Miss Li's family. She is wearing a printed Tang suit with endless charm, showing maturity and intellectuality, and she is naturally beautiful.

Seeing Li Xinyao's appearance, Ling Qianyu's breathing rhythm became chaotic. She was obscured by the crowd, and faintly saw another red figure. That person was like an international superstar, who stepped on the red carpet and gathered tens of thousands of people. With thousands of eyes, the mermaid evening dress perfectly displayed her elegance and refinement.

Ling Qianyu looked at her and lost her mind, but murmured unconsciously: Siyi...