The strongest magician

Ling Duanyang looked at the beautiful and charming girl in front of him, and said softly, "Don't cry, if Wei Wei sees you sad, she will feel bad too."

Yang Chuchu raised her head: "You also know Weiwei?"

"I know you." Ling Duanyang smiled, "But let's not talk about her now, let's talk about yourself. Why are you crying so sadly?"

Looking at this smiling man, Yang Chuchu couldn't help answering his question: "Because I was rejected, I like her so much..."

"You just like her, and it's not so sad to be rejected." Ling Duanyang chuckled.

"Who said, I don't just like her." Yang Chuchu argued.

Ling Duanyang's smiling eyes almost looked into the depths of her soul: "Then what do you like about her?"

Yang Chuchu was stunned, and thought about it carefully: "I like her beautiful, she is strong, she is gentle, she is very skilled, and she is handsome... She also saved me from gangsters, and I have been fascinated by her since then, Anyway, she's perfect."

Ling Duanyang smiled and shook his head: "She is not perfect. She loves to cry, shed tears when encountering sad things; she is cold, and she doesn't care if her family dies in front of her; she is stubborn, self-willed and doesn't listen to others Persuasion, don't turn back if you don't hit the south wall; she is still withdrawn and has almost no friends; she has a vicious mind, and when she beats people, she always beats to death... She has so many shortcomings, do you still like her?"

Yang Chuchu was taken aback: "You're not talking about Weiwei, right? It's impossible, why is it different from what I know?"

"Because you only saw her goodness." Ling Duanyang sighed, "So your so-called liking is just a momentary infatuation. What's there to be sad about liking so little?"

Yang Chuchu froze, then shook her head: "Impossible, she is not this kind of person, you must have misunderstood her."

Ling Duanyang looked directly at her tenderly: "If anyone in this world knows her better than me, it must be me."

Yang Chuchu was bewitched by his eyes. For some reason, although she didn't know him, she just thought he looked sad. Although his smile was bright, it looked so sad, which didn't make people feel happy at all.

"If you really loved her, I wouldn't sit in front of you. Your feelings for her have already caused her troubles." Ling Duanyang said softly, "However, Wei Wei likes you very much. , although not that kind of liking. You are indeed good, so I will not do anything to you. "

Yang Chuchu didn't understand, this man was so inexplicable.

"Miss Yang, have you considered the man who pursued you recently?" Ling Duanyang suddenly changed the subject.

"You mean Zhanfeng?" Yang Chuchu asked suspiciously, "Zhanfeng..." Actually Zhanfeng is very good, but she always hopes that Weiwei will turn around and look at her... But, she is always so busy, always It's the feeling of avoiding her.In fact, her heart has been shaken for a long time, but... being rejected by Wei Wei like this, she is so unwilling.

Ling Duanyang seemed to understand her thoughts, and just smiled lightly: "You just feel unwilling because you are used to being praised by everyone."

Yang Chuchu was silent. Although she didn't want to admit it, she already agreed with this statement in her heart, and what he said was right.Growing up, she was rarely rejected.

"If a fragile and clingy Wei Wei is in front of you, would you still like her?" Ling Duanyang asked softly.

Yang Chuchu thought about it seriously, and nodded uncertainly.

"You're hesitating." He sighed, "But, even that kind of Wei Wei, I like it very much, very much."

"Who are you? Wei Wei doesn't like you." Yang Chuchu murmured, thinking that this man was so inexplicable, did he come to compare with her who liked Wei Wei better?

"No, Wei Wei only has me in her heart." He smiled brightly, "It's just," he lowered his eyelashes, "It's just that we can't be together."

He stood up, leaned into her ear and whispered: "Let go of Wei Wei, she only wants you to be her friend. Forget your obsession with her, and live your life well. Only in this way, she will be happy. "

Yang Chuchu's face was stunned, and his mind was a mess, as if he couldn't remember anything, but only remembered his words: live your own life well.

She sat at the table blankly, for a long time, the phone ringing woke her up, she blinked blankly, eh, what's wrong?Why is she sitting here alone?When did Song Weiwei leave?

She picked up the phone: "Hello, Zhanfeng? What can I do for you?"

Zhan Feng on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, Yang Chuchu had never spoken to him in such a pleasant manner, he couldn't help stammering nervously: "Oh, I... want... I want to treat you to dinner, do you have time?"

Yang Chuchu narrowed her eyes, wondering why her eyes felt dry, did she cry just now?What happened?Forget it, let's promise Zhan Feng first, she has always had a good image of him, and it's not bad to give him a chance.

"Okay, I'm free now, let's have dinner together." She happily agreed.

Ling Duanyang walked out of the tea room, the sun in the winter afternoon was shining on his body, making him feel warm.

He narrowed his eyes, after so long, he still came back...

A coat was thrown from the side: "Put it on, it will be very cold after dark." Ling Duanyang took it with a smile, and looked at Lu Zhen who was walking over.

"It's been a long time, Yang Ji." Ling Duanyang put on his coat and let out a low laugh.

Lu Zhen looked at him, turned his head and sighed: "Do you have a place to live now?"

Ling Duanyang followed him into the car door: "Don't worry, I won't sleep on the street."

"I wish I could beat you up and throw you to sleep on the street overnight." Lu Zhen said with a faint smile, plausible.

Ling Duanyang laughed: "It's cruel."

The vehicle carried two people into the traffic flow and headed away towards the sunset.

Song Weiwei came to Jiang Hanhan's house with flowers, she took two deep breaths to calm down her unstable mind, and then raised her hand to knock on the door.

Within a few seconds, there was a replying voice from inside: "Is it Wei Wei? You came very fast!" Jiang Hanhan came out wearing slippers and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Song Weiwei was stunned for a moment. Jiang Hanhan's curly hair was dyed bright yellow, which made her already fair skin rosy, and she looked very energetic.

"Wei Wei, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Jiang Hanhan cheered and took Song Weiwei's flowers, "Is this for me?"

Song Weiwei suppressed the surprise in his heart, changed his shoes while entering the door and said with a smile: "Of course, what else would you bring with you?"

"What a surprise!" Jiang Hanhan took a deep sniff, "My favorite Mangypsophila, thank you so much! Hey, it's a pity you're not a man."

Song Weiwei laughed: "You are not in a hurry to find a boyfriend, it's too hypocritical to complain at this time."

"Who says I'm not in a hurry? I can't do anything if I'm in a hurry. I haven't met a suitable one. If there is a man like you who is handsome, capable, gentle, and strong, I'd rather not be virtuous, and I'll pounce on him and knock him down!" Jiang Hanhan While arranging the flowers, she said that it was true and false.

Song Weiwei coughed: "Hey, hey! Pay attention, you are a teacher of the people! Pay attention to your image."

"What's the matter? You're not my student." Probably because she was really excited, Jiang Hanhan kept talking to Song Weiwei.

While chatting with her, Song Weiwei looked at her house.Jiang Hanhan is a foreigner, and her job is only here. She bought this house with her own hard work.

Small two-bedroom, clean and tidy.

She sniffled: "What fragrance is this? Indian fragrance?"

Jiang Hanhan's voice came from the kitchen: "Your nose is really good! Yes, I have a little nervous breakdown recently. This incense has a calming effect. How about it? It won't be very offensive, right?"

"No." Song Wei smiled and walked to the large balcony outside the living room.

The winter sun shines on the balcony through the glass, and she sees a pot of cactus on the windowsill that is withering.

"Hanhan, this is really not like you, how can you raise flowers like cactus that lazy people raise to death?" Song Weiwei picked up the flower pot and looked at it.

The flower pot was cold, and it was almost cold to the palm of my hand, half of the roots of the cactus were rotten, Song Weiwei shook her head regretfully, put down the flower pot, and saw a little brown trace on the window sill.

Jiang Hanhan walked into the living room with a teacup in her hand, saw her bending over to look at something, and walked over lightly: "Hey, why didn't you wipe it clean? I was accidentally pricked by a cactus yesterday, and all the blood dripped on it."

Song Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, looking at her plain white hand, a piece of skin beside her index finger turned yellow, it seemed that there was really a small hole in it.

Jiang Hanhan beckoned her to enter the room: "Come in, it's cold outside, and the air conditioner is turned on in my room."

Song Weiwei took another look and walked into the living room.

It's so strange, that strange aura is gone...but there seems to be something even more wrong...

Song Weiwei originally thought that Jiang Hanhan was also seriously ill, but when she came, she unexpectedly found out that she was thinking too much, but Jiang Hanhan is fine, it's great!After chatting with Jiang Hanhan for a while, she got up to say goodbye and go home.

After leaving the room, the cold wind blew, and she suddenly woke up again. Yue Cuilian's situation reminded her of the cruel reality again, and the ease of meeting Jiang Hanhan immediately turned into depression.

Jiang Hanhan closed the door, stepped onto the balcony, and watched her leave.Until her back disappeared, she grabbed the cactus on the balcony with her hands and slammed it to the ground.

The flower pot fell to pieces, and the half-rotted cactus and soil were scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Jiang Hanhan knelt down and cried, covering his face, really unwilling...not reconciled...

Li Fanggu took Duan Yiyi home to have dinner with his family.Duan Jinming arrived early and was helping Lin Yuehua in the kitchen.

Li Fanggu was sitting in the living room, looking at the kitchen involuntarily. Duan Jinming was wearing a green and white plaid apron, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his arms. His handsome figure looked very warm under the range hood.

He admired Duan Jinming's dignified and delicate side face, a strand of bangs slipped from the corner of his forehead in front of his eyes, almost connecting with his long and thick black eyelashes.

As if aware of his gaze, Duan Jinming turned his face, looked at him, and smiled with raised eyebrows.Li Fanggu smiled back at him ruffiantly, then turned to look at Duan Yiyi who was sitting on Li Fangquan's lap watching the animation.

After dinner in the evening, the two agreed to take Duan Yiyi home for the New Year in a few days, and to go back to Duan Jinming's first tonight.

Duan Yiyi had so much fun today that he fell asleep in the car.After returning home, Li Fanggu carefully carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt, and went to the living room with Duan Jinming.

Duan Jinming sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, which was broadcasting a football game.

Li Fanggu hugged his neck from behind, buried his face in his shoulder: "Jin Ming, are you really not angry?"

With a smile on the corner of Duan Jinming's mouth, he stretched out his hand to grab his hair, and looked at him sideways.

I have known Li Fanggu for more than two years, and the child has gradually matured from being young at the beginning.Although the facial features are not very handsome, after gaining more confidence, it seems that the whole person can shine, and the smile is especially charming.

The longer we are together, the more I feel that he is very good, and I can't leave him day by day.Isn't it said that the preservation period of love is very short?Why is his crush on Li Fanggu only more or less?

He kissed Li Fanggu's cheek and laughed lowly: "Why are you angry? I know the relationship between you and Song Weiwei. But she is really looking for you, and she even has a ready-made baby."

"Hey, you are laughing at me." Li Fanggu muttered dissatisfied.

Duan Jinming let out a muffled laugh, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and pulled him suddenly: "Li Fanggu, come here."

Li Fanggu obediently rolled over the sofa and landed on his lap.He sat with his legs spread apart, forehead resting on his.

Duan Jinming closed his eyes, feeling his breath merged with him. After a while, he opened his eyes and smiled wryly: "Okay, Li Fanggu, I admit it, I'm jealous. In fact, I care a lot, I'm jealous of Song Weiwei."

Li Fanggu rolled his eyes in his heart, sure enough, he knew it.

"Although I know it's acting, she can marry you openly. Maybe you will hold a wedding, and she can stand by your side and receive other people's blessings." Duan Jinming looked at him seriously, "And I can only Pretending to be your god-brother, standing in the crowd, seeing you and her become a family. Li Fanggu, if you say you don't care, that's a lie."

Li Fanggu kissed his forehead: "I know, that's why I came to ask you. If you don't want to, I'll go and explain it to Sister Weiwei, and then ask others to help."

Duan Jinming looked at him with raised eyebrows and smiled: "Li Fangu, I'm not that selfish."

"I know, I know." Li Fanggu murmured, and kissed him with his own lips.

Duan Jinming smiled helplessly, pushed him down on the sofa, and ravaged his lips and tongue.

"Li Fanggu, are you trying to use your body to compensate for my psychological trauma?" Duan Jinming asked while biting his lip.

Li Fanggu felt embarrassed, but had a ruffian smile on his face: "Today Yiyi is at home..."

"It's okay, I fell asleep..." Duan Jinming came over to take off his pajamas, thought for a while, without moving his upper body, he took off his pants directly, after lubricating, let Li Fanggu sit up by himself.

Li Fanggu muttered in his heart: It should be him today, but thinking of Duan Jinming's aggrieved expression just now, he still obediently hugged his neck and sat up slowly.

"Li Fangu," Duan Jinming gnawed at his neck, moving his lower body slowly, "You and Song Weiwei can get married, if you dare to get the certificate, I'll let you wait and see."

Li Fanggu panted hoarsely, and stared at him with steam in the corner of his eyes: "How is it possible!"

Duan Jinming smiled, lifted his whole body up, and moved his body violently.Li Fanggu gasped for a while, and the hands holding his arm exerted all their strength, almost leaving a mark on his arm.

Li Fanggu looked at him with a dazed expression, Duan Jinming slowed down his movements, pulled his head down and kissed him, parted his hands, and entangled his fingers.

Li Fanggu looked down at the ring on his hand, and said intermittently: "The ring seems to have turned gray."

"Well, it's been more than two years. I have to take it for maintenance some other day." Duan Jinming bit his chin.

"Hey, I was poor at that time, I had no money, and I didn't give you any good things." Li Fanggu took a deep breath.

"It doesn't need to be too good, just this. This ring has a different meaning." Duan Jinming smiled lowly.

"What's different?" Li Fanggu snorted a few times comfortably and asked with difficulty.

Duan Jinming's eyes softened: "I almost missed it." He put Li Fanggu on the sofa and let him lie on it.

Li Fanggu remembered the scene in the restaurant two years ago, and almost smoked from embarrassment: "Hey, don't mention that, it's embarrassing to death."

Sensing Duan Jinming's entry from behind, he buried his face deeply in the sofa, curling up his toes comfortably.

"Hmph, you know that too." Duan Jinming pressed his shoulder with one hand and began to move wildly.

After it was over, Duan Jinming held him in his arms, licked his ear affectionately and asked, "What were you thinking at that time, Li Fanggu. If you hadn't chased Qiemo later, we would have missed it."

Li Fanggu leaned comfortably in his arms and snorted twice: "Don't mention it, the second illness was serious at that time. Every time I think about it, I feel lucky. Fortunately, I didn't give up in spite of the difficulties and didn't give up early."

Duan Jinming grinned, resting his chin on his neck, feeling his strong and powerful pulse.

Just as he was about to say some more heartfelt words, Duan Yiyi sobbed from inside. Li Fanggu panicked and quickly got up and put on his pants. When he ran into the room, his legs went limp. Fortunately, it was over. Fortunately, Duan Jinming only Take off his pants.

Duan Yi pouted, buried his head in the pillow and cried bitterly.

Li Fanggu crawled over to comfort her: "Baby don't cry, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Duan Yiyi stared at him in bewilderment, sobbing and saying in a bad tone: "You go! You go!"

"What's wrong?" Li Fanggu was about to pick her up when she saw a large section of water stains on her buttocks, and suddenly woke up. It's over, Duan Yiyi drank a lot of drinks at night, because he fell asleep on the way and forgot to bring She went to the toilet and didn't put on a diaper, she wet the bed!

Huang Niao has not wetted the bed for a long time, this time her self-esteem has been damaged!

Duan Jinming came over after he had settled in the living room, looked at Li Fanggu, and shook his head helplessly.

He hugged Duan Yiyi, washed his little butt, and coaxed him for a while before Duan Yiyi fell asleep again.

Duan Jinming and Li Fanggu slept on both sides of Duan Yiyi, holding hands tightly through Duan Yiyi's small buttocks.

"Li Fanggu, are you and Song Weiwei going to visit tomorrow?" Duan Jinming asked Duan Yiyi with a kiss on the forehead.

"Yeah, see Sister Weiwei, and then accept her specific arrangement." Li Fanggu rubbed his warm fingertips, "To be honest, I am very sad. Miss Weiwei has suffered a lot since she was a child, and her grandmother is her only one." Relatives. I looked fine before, but when I said I was sick, I was sick, and I found it very hard to accept."

Duan Jinming squeezed his hand: "Life is a matter of life and death. Before the old man goes home, just take good care of her." He sighed, "During this time, stick to Wei Wei's side, I'm not so narrow-minded."

Li Fanggu gazed at him gratefully, eyes full of love.

Duan Jinming looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you get the certificate with her, it just happens that you can fill in the birth mother's column on Yiyi's account."

Li Fanggu shook his head quickly: "No, Sister Weiwei is going to get married in the future, so it will delay her."

Duan Jinming reached out and touched his face: "Your thinking makes sense. If there is anything you need me to do, tell me, and I can help."

Li Fanggu is embarrassing, what can I do for him?

"For example, pretending to be a relative to come to propose marriage or something..." Duan Jinming looked at him with a smile, "Are you going to tell Dad about it? If you really want to fake marriage or something, if Dad knows, he must have an idea."

Li Fanggu thought about it carefully: "I'm going to say it. I think if I keep it a secret, my dad may find out about it in the future, and it might cause trouble. It's better to just say it. Don't worry, my dad has already admitted it. You are allowed, he will not look at others again."

"Hmph, so sure." Duan Jinming raised his eyebrows and snorted.

"Of course. I don't understand my dad. He has a hard mouth, but he has been taken down by you a long time ago. His temper is like that. In fact, when he sees someone else, he compares it with you in his heart. Looking at me now, he doesn't feel as good as you, wishing you were his own son, I brought you here." Li Fanggu comforted him with a smile.

Duan Jinming laughed and twisted his ear: "You are the only one who is poor."

The next morning, Li Fanggu got up early and dressed Duan Yiyi.

At this time, he deeply realized how important it is for a child to have a skilled mother.Duan Yiyi's hair was limp and fluffy, and Li Fanggu was sweating all over her body, but she didn't even tie her braid properly.

Duan Jinming made breakfast, saw Li Fanggu's face, and coughed: "Pick it up with a clip." Don't count on him, he is good at stock trading, this is really not good.

Duan Yiyi pouted and sat down to eat, muttering: "Stupid dad."

Li Fanggu sighed, took the comb and small rubber band with him, and asked for help when he saw Song Weiwei.

Sure enough, when Song Weiwei saw the father and daughter, she sighed deeply: "You two stupid men, how did you make me, a beautiful girl, like this?"

She asked Duan Yiyi to sit down, and tied up her hair full of flowery braids in two or three strokes. With Duan Yiyi's chubby little face, she almost made people die of cuteness.

Duan Yiyi's small mouth finally bent.

"Miss Wei Wei, you women are just a coincidence." Li Fanggu flattered her sincerely.

Song Weiwei looked at her work with satisfaction: "Well, I think so too. Let's go to the mall to buy something first."

Li Fanggu and Song Weiwei led Duan Yiyi together, walking on the street in winter, they didn't expect to be bumped into by an oncoming person.

The man looked at this "family of three", and dropped all the bags in his hand on the ground in surprise.