Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Cheng Qiyan's voice was extremely calm, but the trembling ending indicated his intense psychology at the moment. It would take a lot of courage to tell this fact, even if it was just to recall.

For so many years, he has been clinging to this rope tightly, suspicious, guarded, and never let go, but there is a bottomless darkness at the other end of the rope, he needs to find someone to accompany him to walk through, that person is Tan Yuran, his final choice.

Cheng Qiyan's voice sank, Tan Yuran's heart trembled, it was shock, not because of the facts and entangled secrets, but because of everything the beloved had endured, the transparent barrier finally dissipated, and he was no longer an outsider A person who snoops, but a person who can blend with each other with heart and soul.

Their fingers intertwined, and Cheng Qiyan suddenly felt relieved. He continued, "Do you remember the Harley that hit me in the company's parking garage? I know that person."

"Who is that?" Tan Yuran frowned.

Cheng Qiyan shook his head, "I don't know who it is, but he looked into my eyes from the helmet and made me recognize the rider. He is the same person who killed Bingyan back then. I will never forget that rider." Both eyes." Cheng Qiyan's voice became cold and stiff again, and Tan Yuran could feel his hands trembling, "I want to find the person who killed Bingyan, can you help me?"

Tan Yuran didn't agree right away, what can he promise, what is hidden must be ugly, the future war is to obliterate the past, the unacceptable truth, no matter what.

However, not knowing doesn't mean not being cruel, not feeling doesn't mean not hurting, Tan Yuran responded to Cheng Qiyan with a hug.

"Help me." He still didn't give up, his tone was almost pleading.

"Okay." He couldn't bear it, so he created another mirage.

Tan Yuran saw through Qiyan's shoulder through the process and saw a photo frame on the bedside table. Inside, the beautiful woman was leaning on her husband's back like a bird, and the sweetness reflected the color of happiness in the sun.

Tan Yuran faced her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were ruthless that Cheng Qiyan had never seen before.

He pushed Cheng Qiyan with gentle and irresistible force, and squeezed into his legs, "I'll keep you warm, okay?"

Cheng Qiyan nodded.

Sex is the most direct way of expression. It can convey everything you want to give to the other party, because it can touch people's hearts without artificiality.

On the bed, there was a most primitive physical communication, lingering and intense, silent but full of enthusiasm.

On the bedside, under the warm light of the desk lamp, the beautiful woman in the photo frame has a smiling face that has never changed for thousands of years. She silently watched the love.

Sleepless and restless until dawn.

"Hmm... um, Tan Yuran, it's almost... It's almost dawn, go back to your own room, woo..." Cheng Qiyan wanted to push away the man who was galloping and raging on him.

"No." The vague refusal was drowned in the kiss.

"Uh, um... It would be bad for Xiao Ting to know that we are sleeping in the same room."

"How can you be distracted by thinking about other people at this time... hmm?"

"Ah... take it easy!"

The eastern sky turned pale, and then gradually turned red. The warm spring sun revealed half of his figure until it enveloped the entire city.The shining towering office buildings are shining with golden light, standing proudly like the darling of the sun.

At noon, just before lunch time, Tan Yuran and Cheng Qiyan found a secluded corner to eat in the company's special western restaurant.

"Does your waist still hurt? Let me rub it for you..."

"Go away! Sit on your side."

"What are you afraid of? No one saw it."

Another flirtatious lunch started. After a long time, they themselves didn't know how many ties tied them together so tightly that they were inseparable.

"Come on, open your mouth." Tan Yuran handed a fork with a piece of salad in front of Cheng Qiyan.

Cheng Qiyan looked around vigilantly, got up and took away the piece of salad, then quickly evacuated to his seat, not wanting to retreat too hard, sitting too hard, a certain part of his body reminded him of the pain caused by the strenuous exercise last night. as a result of.

Tan Yuran covered her mouth and snickered, Cheng Qiyan was furious and wanted to beat someone up.

"Smile, smile, laugh at you dead head. If you laugh again at night, you pack up your bed and get out of here!!"

"Okay, okay, stop laughing, hehe...heh, uh..."