my husband is crazy

When Ma Xiangzhuo heard his elder brother introducing someone, he naturally went to see this person. Ling Xiran also had a faint smile in his eyes, and casually glanced at the few people who came.

It was a weightless and emotionless glance, the smile on his lips was for Brother Chuan, he had no feelings for the few people who came, then Ling Xiran sighed, he was a cripple.

Ruan Jinjiang held a solid wooden black cane covered with gold on both ends in his left hand. He didn't see any serious problems standing there, but he took a step forward, and Ma Xiangzhuo looked at him with a hippie smile. As soon as he said hello: "Mr. Ruan is good."

Ruan Jinjiang looked at the dress lady in front of her, who was holding a huge lotus flower in full bloom in her hand, and the young man beside the lotus just bumped into his eyes with a pair of clear and smiling eyes, which caught him off guard and made him fall in astonishment —— Such a beautiful face bumped into him without warning, and he didn't even react.

Ruan Jinjiang nodded: "Mr. Ma, good evening."

Then he smiled at Ma Xiangzhuo, and the smile quickly subsided. He looked at Ling Xiran, and his voice involuntarily softened: "Who is this gentleman and lady?"

Feng Lili looked at the man with the cane in surprise, and found that it was a handsome man. This man was wearing a well-crafted suit, with a pair of white gloves on his hands, and a neat white handkerchief stuffed into the chest pocket of the suit. His face, and then his face, this is a face that he tried his best to restrain his expression but still made people see a little sharp and cold face.

Feng Lili thought, although this person is handsome, he is very coldly handsome.Feng Lili smiled: "Mister Ruan, my surname is Feng, you can call me Miss Feng or Miss Feng."

Ruan Jinjiang also laughed, the smile was very natural and gentle, Feng Lili realized that his coldness was gone again, Ruan Jinjiang said: "Good evening, Miss Feng."

Then Ruan Jinjiang stared at Ling Xiran, waiting for Ling Xiran to respond. Ling Xiran was looking at the dance hall wholeheartedly. An eight or nine-year-old boy entered the dance floor. Qin Buchuan and the child walked around smilingly, holding hands. , There is a kind of innocent innocence and youth.

Ling Xiran pursed his lips and smiled, Ruan Jinjiang followed his eyes to look at the dance floor, and saw the boy who was between a teenager and a young man. The boy turned his head towards them, showing a big sunny smile.

Ruan Jinjiang also laughed, thinking that they really have a pair of beautiful eyes, big and bright, pure and clean, one can tell that he is a good person.One could tell at a glance that he was a child who grew up happily without any worries, and it was reasonable to know that such a person would save him.

Seeing that Ling Xiran did not respond, Ma Xiangzhuo thought carefully that the person his elder brother had befriended was definitely not someone who would be taken for granted, so he took Ling Xiran's place and said to Ruan Jinjiang: "Mr. Ruan, this is my friend, surnamed Ling, Mister Mysterling."

Ling Xiran heard that Ma Xiangzhuo mentioned him, so he looked away from Brother Chuan. He seemed to realize that someone came to greet him, so he smiled at Ruan Jinjiang in the usual lukewarm manner: " Hello, Mr. Nguyen."

Ruan Jinjiang thought, Miss Ling, Ling Xiran, 21 years old, wanted Qin Buchuan again.He thought about it, and he was still thinking that the relationship between Ling Xiran and Qin Buchuan was unusual. They were childhood sweethearts, a pair of close friends who were almost inseparable.

He thought about this, but thought it was meaningless. The information that he had investigated a long time ago was just a person who knew, so what if he knew, and there was no need to have an intersection if he knew.

What he did, his life and these two young men who had nothing to do would never have an intersection of life.

At this moment, Ling Xiran let out a soft, "hissing" sound of gasping. This little sound attracted Ruan Jinjiang's gaze to Ling Xiran again. It turned out that it was Miss Feng who leaned towards Ling Xiran.

The petals of the lotus in her hand brushed against Ling Xiran's delicate face, and Ling Xiran stretched out her hand to block the huge lotus.

Flowers are beautiful, pink and white seem to have water vapor, people are also beautiful, beautiful and simple, only jade-like white skin and black eyeballs and eyelashes that are too pure.

Ruan Jinjiang nodded, Ma Xiangzhuo was just saying hello, after the greeting, he politely took Ruan Jinjiang away, Ruan Jinjiang held his cane in his left hand, turned around and walked away with a "dong" in his heart.

The dance hall is gone, the people around are gone, the feasting and feasting are gone, and the treasury is gone. He looked blankly at the boundless snow field, and a red plum blossom fell lightly on the white expanse of the snow field.

He blinked, opened his mouth, and said something like a sigh, no one heard it, but it was also a sigh when he heard it, what he said in that sigh was——It's so beautiful.

Heishanbaishui didn't pay much attention at first glance, but it was thrilling to turn around. It turns out that black and white are already so colorful.Ruan Jinjiang responded to Ma Pengsheng's words in a haphazard manner with a smile of "hmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

How could someone be so beautiful, he thought.

An hour and a half later, Qin Buchuan was still dancing on the dance floor. At first, he danced happily alone, and later danced with children. Ling Xiran was not able to watch him dance quietly at the dance floor.

There are always women or men who come to invite him to join him. Ling Xiran is very ungentlemanly towards women, and refuses decisively, and he doesn't even bother to look at men.

Feng Lili and Ma Xiangzhuo are two big Buddhas, like Ling Xiran's left and right protectors, one on the left and one on the right. They waited for someone to invite Ling Xiran to dance again, and before Ling Xiran refused, they already refused him with a straight face.

Then Ling Xiran saw that in the blink of an eye, Qin Buchuan had a different person in his hands.

At this moment, Qin Buchuan put his right hand on his shoulder and his left hand around his waist. Both the shoulder and the waist were from the same lady. Ling Xiran took a closer look and found that this lady was about the same age as Qin Buchuan. She was wearing a green and white dress. The legs are exposed below and the arms are exposed above.

Taking a closer look, this Miss Lu's face is fair and tender, dancing with Qin Buchuan's hands, they look very cute and beautiful.

Ma Xiangzhuo and Feng Lili also saw it, because they have no intention of falling in love with Qin Buchuan now, and they commented fairly: "It feels like a couple."

Ling Xiran never went to the dance floor—because he couldn't dance and didn't bother to learn. Ma Xiangzhuo and Feng Lili saw Ling Xiran, who had never been on the dance floor, walk into the pool almost angrily.

Qin Buchuan was dancing with his younger sister in his arms. Although this younger sister came here to play, she was really innocent. Qin Buchuan still had a little childlike innocence in his temperament, so he chatted happily with this younger sister. .

While chatting, a hand came out to block between him and the younger sister. When Qin Buchuan raised his head, Ling Xiran's thick black and handsome long eyebrows had a faint "eight" tendency. Ling Xiran said: "Go home, Don't you check what time it is?"

Qin Buchuan let go of his hands and shortened his body. The little sister covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Who are you?"

This exclamation is amazing, Qin Buchuan thought to himself, Ling Xiran, the flowery peacock, has come to attract people's liking again, and his body has flexibly avoided Ling Xiran's rampant hand and arm, and very cleverly pulled the man who was about to be killed. Ling Xiran's younger sister, who had seduced her soul, quickly walked into the depths of the crowd on the dance floor.

Ling Xiran refused to let Qin Buchuan go, and chased after him, but Qin Buchuan has always been a loach, and when he entered the crowd, it was like entering a quagmire. It was difficult for him to catch up deep in the crowd, but Qin Buchuan was a fish in deep water and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ling Xiran gasped angrily, and walked out of the dance floor in a place where there were few people. He covered his nose all the way, and the smell of various cosmetic powders and perfumes came into his nose, and there were always women and men stopping him with smiles.

Ling Xiran walked out of the dance floor almost nauseated all the way, and came to the terrace of the dance hall. There were also people on the terrace, but it was dark and gloomy here. If no one looked closely at another person, it would be difficult to see this person's face.

Ling Xiran was finally clean. He leaned on the wrought iron railing of the terrace, with a little half of his body sticking out. There were roses planted underneath, and it was being developed. When the night wind blew, Ling Xiran sighed, and he realized that it was a very sad sigh.

"Mistral."

An introverted male voice that made people feel no emotions followed the sigh.

Ling Xiran blinked, turned to look at the person coming, looked carefully, and found that this person could see, better than Ma Xiangzhuo's face, and looked again, figured out that this person had a "temperament".

"Mister Ruan." Ling Xiran nodded, he was very stingy with his own smile, there is no need for insignificant people to laugh, he nodded coldly, "I'm leaving."

Ruan Jinjiang didn't stop him, but Ruan Jinjiang said: "I recently read a novel called "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". For some reason, I thought of the male protagonist in this novel when I saw Mysterling."

Ling Xiran stopped in his footsteps, and he turned around slowly, with a calm expression suppressing excitement on his face, Ling Xiran asked: "Oh, what kind of novel is this? What is the resemblance of the leading actor?"

Ruan Jinjiang smiled slightly, with a gentle and tolerant smile. He was about thirty years old, almost a round older than Ling Xiran, and he looked at Ling Xiran with the kindness of a younger generation: "It's a love story, I was idle I glanced at it for nothing, but I didn’t expect the writing to be very interesting. If I want to talk about why I think the male protagonist in the book is very similar to Mr. Ling, it’s probably because the description of the male protagonist’s appearance in the book is like a banished fairy, unlike Mr. Ling. A character that can exist in the world."

"I thought, this author is too unrealistic, how can there be such a stunning person in the world."

Ling Xiran nodded: "Oh." I don't understand what Ruan Jinjiang is trying to say, is he belittling this novel?

Ruan Jinjiang looked at him, and his smile deepened: "But when I saw Mr. Ling today, I realized that there really are such people in the world."