After being forced to be his husband's wife

Ning Xiuyuan stared blankly at Qiao Yuan's profile, touched his nose, and moved his eyes away.

He had never been interested in anyone before, and he didn't understand what it felt like to like, but when he knew it, he couldn't express this feeling.

When you like someone, you will always think about the other person, and you will feel sad because there are other people around the other person, and you also want to hold hands with this person to spend your whole life together, as if most of your life is occupied by this person.

Ning Xiuyuan said, "Qiao Yuan, we should be able to be friends."

As if Qiao Yuan didn't hear, he opened the car door and sat in the back seat of the car.

Ning Xiuyuan is now like a bad driver with a meter, he only wants to take a long detour, a 10-minute journey, he can't wait to drive for an hour, or there will be a traffic jam on the road, the time can be slower.

Qiao Yuan opened the car window halfway, and the cool night breeze poured into the car, pulling back some of Qiao Yuan's hair, revealing his smooth forehead.

Qiao Yuan turned his head and looked at the scenery passing by outside the car window. At this moment, his figure seemed to overlap with the past Cen Li.

Ning Xiuyuan saw it from the rearview mirror and asked, "Isn't it cold?"

"It's not cold." Qiao Yuan's voice was very light.

It was still late autumn at that time, the cold wind was piercing, and Cen Li's body was freezing cold. If he didn't ask, Cen Li would not give in to him first.

No matter how long the journey is, there will always be a time to reach the end.

Ning Xiuyuan unlocked the car, watched Qiao Yuan open the door, and got out of the car.

He said, "In the future... Pay attention to the people around you, don't trust others too much."

Qiao Yuan looked at him suspiciously.

"Your assistant should not be going to work in the company anymore. What about your former assistant? Has he resigned?"

Qiao Yuan said, "I asked for a week's leave, and I'll be here the day after tomorrow."

"That's fine too."

Seeing Qiao Yuan getting farther and farther away from him, Ning Xiuyuan said again, "... Qiao Yuan!"

Qiao Yuan turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"... I heard that you will get married in October. Is it true? I have no other intentions... I just want to confirm the news, and go over there to have fun."

"Ah."

"Are you really going to get married?" Mingming knew it a long time ago, but when he heard the affirmative answer from Qiao Yuan's mouth, his mood sank to the bottom.

Qiao Yuan frowned, "What?"

"……congratulations."

"Thank you."

"..." Ning Xiuyuan smiled, but didn't make a sound.

This time, Qiao Yuan really left. Ning Xiuyuan saw the figure of the other party disappear around the corner, and his chest suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a big rock. His smile was uglier than crying now.

Sure enough, this was the life Cen Li wanted.

Ning Xiuyuan always thought that grief is something only cowards do, but now, his eyes are so teary.

He could only restrain himself as much as possible and not interfere with Qiao Yuan's life.

Qiao Yuan... Will he have children with others in the future?

That child has been immersed in the love of his parents since he was born, unlike Ning Mo, who has experienced so much before he was born, and has not been recognized.

"Cen Li." Ning Xiuyuan whispered these two words.

Maybe from the first sight, when he saw the other party stretching his arms upward during military training, he liked this person.

He just glanced boredly, wanting to see if there were any good-looking girls in his class, but he saw a boy standing not far from him at a glance, wearing a camouflage uniform, unexpectedly so conspicuous.

When Ning Xiuyuan drove back to the hospital, Ning Mo had already fallen asleep.

The servant sat on the sidelines and saw him coming, and was about to make a sound when Ning Xiuyuan winked.

Ning Mo's sleeping posture was all kinds of strange, and now the quilt was thrown up again, and it was pressed under his legs. Ning Xiuyuan gently helped Ning Mo tuck the quilt. Ning Mo's thick and slender eyelashes trembled a few times. Scratching his face with his small hands, he fell asleep again.

Early summer is indeed a season of high incidence of colds.

In less than a month, Ning Mo came to the hospital twice.

Ning Xiuyuan wanted to smoke a little bit, smoking was banned in the hospital, so he got up and left the hospital.

He was sitting by the flower bed, heard the noise coming from in front of him, and glanced over there casually.

He paused, he knew one of the two people in front of him.

It's so late, what is Han Chen doing here?

Behind Han Chen was a thin boy who seemed to be malnourished.

The boy said behind Han Chen, "...don't take what uncle said just now, he misses you so much, that's why he said such angry words."

Han Chen ignored it.

Yu Jian was a little anxious. Han Chen finally came to visit him in the hospital, but broke up in a quarrel. He couldn't walk as fast as Han Chen, so he trotted two steps and held Han Chen's arm, "Brother, you Do not be angry……"

Before he could finish his sentence, Han Chen pushed him away the next second.

Yu Jian fell to the ground, his arm was scratched by the rough ground, and it was very conspicuous under the street lights. Yu Jian didn't seem to expect that Han Chen would push him away directly. He looked at the blood on his arm, and there was some Startled.

"I said before, I'm not your brother." Han Chen's voice was unadulterated with emotion, "Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me, you think your mother can get you some benefits by currying favor with Han Chong? Cheng came to please me?"

"...I didn't." Yu Jian's voice was as thin as a mosquito, like a rabbit being bullied, her eyes were red and she lowered her head.

Han Chen sneered.

Yu Jian has a blood coagulation disorder. If an ordinary person scratches his skin, the wound may scab after a while, but his blood keeps oozing out from the wound.

He said that other boys were very naughty when they were young, but he was quiet. If he got hurt, it would take a long time for him to heal.

Even a small injury is fatal to him.

"No? Of course a liar will not admit that he is a liar." Han Chen said in a deep voice.

"..." Yu Jian raised her head, opened her red eyes, as if she was trying to defend herself, "...I just don't want you to have a misunderstanding with uncle, the doctor said, uncle

Uncle time is running out. "

"Since you don't want to, why don't you move out of the Han family with your mother? As long as you leave, there will be no misunderstanding between him and me," Han Chen said.

"..." Leaving the Han family...where else could he go?

Yu Jian was always careful to curry favor with Han Chen, but for some reason, Han Chen always looked at him with boredom.

He asked his uncle about Han Chen's birthday, and he kept it firmly in his heart.

He would have thought about what gift to give very early on. At that time, he saw someone in the class knitting a scarf, and said that only by hand-knitting can people feel warm.He also wove a scarf for Han Chen. He was obviously very stupid, and it always took a few days, and he couldn't learn the knowledge that others could remember in a day, but he still studied it hard, and finally weaved it. , full of joy.

Holding the carefully prepared gift, he waited for a long time downstairs in the teaching building, his little face flushed from the sun.

Han Chen came out surrounded by students, with a gentle smile on his face, but when he saw him, the gentleness faded away.

"Professor Han, do you know him?" a student asked.

Han Chen said, "Of course I don't know him."

Yu Jian's movements stopped.

After the group of students dispersed, Han Chen walked towards him and said impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

"Happy birthday..." Yu Jian's speech was a bit incoherent, and she handed the cardboard box in front of Han Chen.

Han Chen's reaction was indifferent, he took the gift, saw a scarf inside, and smiled again.

"Do you know it's summer now? You want me to wear this and be laughed at by others?"

"...you can wear it when it's cold," Yu Jian said.

Han Chen didn't listen to what he had to say, so he threw the scarf into the trash can next to him.

Mixed in peel confetti, with several flies flying on it.

Yu Jian looked at the scarf thrown in the trash can, her fingers were clenched together, her palms were covered with sticky sweat, "...I'm sorry...I, I'll give another scarf to you.

You send one..."

When he raised his head, he realized that Han Chen had already left.

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