Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Cheng Qiyan frowned, but Tan Yuran calmly pointed to a rose flower in the corner of the rooftop.

"The key to the handcuffs is there."

Cheng Qiyan walked over suspiciously, lowered his head to look carefully, and there was a small key hanging on a budding rose, and an unknown fire rushed to his heart.

"Didn't you throw it away?"

"Yeah, it happened to be thrown there."

"Then why didn't you tell me last night?"

"If you say it, all your previous efforts will be wasted." Tan Yuran said with a natural face, "You see, I can bear it, open it for me, it hurts so much."

That kind of coquettish tone made Cheng Qiyan's eyelids twitch, and the small flames in his eyes became more and more intense, and the urge to hit someone spontaneously arose.

"Who the hell is here to accompany you to watch the flowers and the moon, suffer from hunger and hunger, don't call me next time."

In the end, he slammed the key onto Tan Yuran, and left the rooftop without looking back.

Tan Yuran picked up the key and dealt with the keyhole with one hand, but looked in the direction of the escalator, "Qiyan... don't be angry, hey..."

When he untied the shackles and hurried downstairs, he only smelled the smell of gasoline after Cheng Qiyan drove away.

So not lost.

Whoever is serious will lose, this is a conclusion.

Tan Yuran is doomed to failure.

And is Cheng Qiyan serious?

It is estimated that even he himself does not know.

But the indifference on the surface does not prove that he has no feelings in his heart.

So, it's not your fault to see something bad, it's your fault to deceive yourself and others.

Cheng Qiyan took out a tissue to wipe the milk from the corner of Xiao Ting's mouth, but was petrified on the spot because of Xiao Ting's sudden words.

"Dad has a lot of strawberries on his neck!"

"what???"

Cheng Qiyan rushed to the front of the mirror in one breath, ripped open the collar of his shirt, and there were colorful... hickey marks?Impressively presented in front of the eyes.

This is how the same thing?

Suddenly, it reminded me of the scene on the rooftop last night.

Could it be, isn't that a dream?

The absurd dream became reality in an instant, and the tone of life suddenly became grotesque.

Fortunately, it was winter, Cheng Qiyan covered his neck with a scarf tightly, Xiao Ting giggled at him.

Cheng Qiyan's face darkened, and he pretended to be angry and said: "When the piano teacher comes later, you are not allowed to play tricks. I will go to Yecheng to visit my grandfather. I will be back before dinner. Do you hear me?"

"Got it, let's go, let's go, drive carefully, goodbye, Dad!"

Xiao Ting pushed Cheng Qiyan out of the door, said goodbye like a cannonball, slammed into the door, and flashed into the room to watch cartoons.

Cheng Qiyan ate the door shut, muttered something, and then entered the elevator.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the doorbell rang.

Xiao Ting stood on tiptoe in frustration and opened the door, thinking it was a piano teacher.

however……

Xiao Ting raised her small head and looked at Tan Yuran standing at the door. He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Xiao Ting flashed her curly and thick eyelashes twice, and her two pairs of dark eyes met her small eyes. I watched for a long time.

Suddenly, the girl yelled with an innocent childlike voice: "Xiaoyu! I miss you so much!" Then she plunged into Tan Yuran's arms.

Since the last time we parted at the hospital, Xiao Ting hadn't seen Tan Yuran again, and Cheng Qiyan rejected it several times...

She introduced Tan Yuran into the house, and got into his arms familiarly. Tan Yuran carried Xiao Ting into the house, and the first thing she saw was the wedding photo hanging in front of the living room.

The groom in the photo is wearing a black dress, handsome and extraordinary, he was still a little bit young at that time, with a gentle smile that is rarely seen now, the man immersed in happiness, next to him is the woman...