Sang Xiaoyu was eaten and wiped clean by the big cat, and lay on his stomach in the quilt and became sleepy.
Her head was full of sugar water, and she felt that when she was in college before, the group of bad girls who were pulled by her roommates to watch were really weak, and those bridges were compared to Qinqin, and she couldn't even catch up with the tips of her fingers.
Lan Xiaoqin, who is making rapid progress, she can't resist it.
It was already dark outside the window, Sang Yu couldn't tell what time it was, and when she was rubbing her pillow around, Lan Qin returned to the bedroom in her nightgown, squatted on the side of the bed, and brought the saucer to her.
Sang Yu closed his eyes, and the tip of his nose moved sensitively.
Hey, it's sweet She quickly sobered up, lifted her face with her long messy hair, and saw a chic cake with a circle of delicate colored candles on it.
"What I made, isn't it a little ugly," Lan Qin held his hands and nervously observed her expression, "but it should taste good, although I haven't tasted it" In this way, it is ugly, and I haven't tried it.
Zero points.
Lan Qin didn't wait for Sang Yu's reaction, he was frustrated first, and leaned over to rub her cheek, "Xiaoyu, or I'll order a new one now." ” Sang Yu got up and snatched it, "It's not ugly at all, it's very good-looking, eat it now" Lan Qin's small dark cloud was suddenly swept away, and he hurriedly smiled and protected it, "Order candles." ” This kind of candle is different from the one placed on the ground, and if you want to light it, you need to use fire.
Sang Yu instinctively objected, "No, I can make up for it with my brain, just when it's bright." ” She is so caring, so intimate that Lan Qin feels distressed.
He took her and kissed her, took out the prepared matchbox, and pulled out one with his slender fingers, and pressed it against his side.
"Chinchin" Sting.
Lan Qin swiped slightly, and the flames leaped up, lighting up the dimly lit room with warm-colored light.
Sang Yu's breathing was about to stop, and he nervously pressed his wrist, ready to blow it out at any time, but saw that his eyes were reflected in the fire, and the familiar fear dodge in the past disappeared in an instant, and was covered with peace.
"With you, I'm not so afraid," Lan Qin's voice was extremely sandy, and she lit her birthday candles in turn with her own hands, "What I didn't dare to do before, I will try to overcome them one by one." ” He stared at her in the candlelight, "Xiaoyu, I'm not afraid of anything, I can protect you well for the rest of my life." ” Ever since Sang Yu met Lan Qin, she knew that her heart could be bittersweet and bittersweet for a person, both painful and lingering.
And these feelings that were born for him have accumulated to a new peak at this moment.
Sang Yu put her hands together and made a wish, in Lan Qin's expectation, she blew it out in one breath, pulled out the candle, took a big bite of the cake, smiled bently, and praised vaguely, "It's super delicious" Lan Qin looked at the corners of her cream-stained mouth, her throat moved slightly, and she whispered, "I want to kiss you." ” Sang Yu licked her lips in a daze, "But I ate it" He couldn't help it, and kissed her directly on the back of the head.
She had almost swallowed, and there was not much food left in her mouth, but it was still a little swallowed by the tip of his tongue, and he didn't have time to feel uncomfortable before he was filled with her breath.
Sang Yu patted him in a panic, "Is there a cake that you want to vomit?"
Lan Qin blinked and said hesitantly, "Anyway, my wife is very sweet." ” Sang Yu couldn't believe it, "If you're serious, don't bear it" Lan Qin carefully experienced it again, his lips, teeth, and even throat were all temperatures that belonged to her, and he couldn't feel anything else, "I don't want to." ” The two of them stared at each other.
Lan Qin reacted and pounced on her in surprise, "I can try it, right?"
Sang Yu rubbed the ends of his hair, "I'm willing to cook for you every day, don't change it." ” Lan Qin shook his head, "I want to go out with you to eat a lot, I don't want you to always go around in the kitchen, little fish, let's try it, you have to feed me like this often." ” Before going to bed at night, Sang Yu nestled in Lan Qin's arms and listened to him sing the most common birthday song over and over again.
It's jerky, but it's unbeatably beautiful.
In the dead of night, Sang Xiaoyu, who was full of happiness, was still not sleepy, pestering Lan Qin to talk about the situation of the jewelry exhibition, she was so busy with me that she forgot to ask.
Lan Chin described it in less detail.
Those ridiculously dirty, he didn't want to pollute her ears, "When I left, Lan Jingcheng was still pestered by the media, and it was probably difficult to get out." ” Sang Yu was surprised, "You are the center of the topic, he can't leave, how did you run out?"
Lan Qin smiled, "Because of my wife's birthday, I have to hurry back." ” Sang Yu held her face, wife.
Lan Qin hugged her tightly and patted her lightly, "The exhibits are not for sale, and because they belong to my wife's private property, I am not the center of the topic, my Sang Xiaoyu is." ” Sang Xiaoyu was dizzy and said solemnly, "I don't want to be the center of the topic, I only want to be your center." ” When he woke up again, Sang Yu stretched his little lazy waist and touched it casually, and was startled by the neatly placed booklets next to the pillow.
Wedding dress venue design, souvenirs, honeymoon holy land Lan Qin took it from behind her and opened it with her, his early morning voice was still sleepy, and he teased his eardrums exponentially, "Xiaoyu, let's get married." ” Before the plane back to China took off, Sang Yu took Lan Qin's hand and brushed up on the big news that has attracted much attention at the airport.
Immersed in the jewelry industry for many years, the famous Lan family, due to the unfavorable development concept, the status of the international luxury jewelry circle has declined year after year, even if there are occasionally a few series of amazing works, but also because of the designer's low-key and less production, it is difficult to recover the decline of the entire group.
Shockingly, the Lan clan not only lost this battle, but also suffered from scandals.
The heir actually faced the stage with his own soul designer, and the on-site media said that the designer himself is also surnamed Lan, who is also a descendant of the Lan family, and while working hard, not only did he have no name on his work, but also was extremely harsh by the group, and the precious drawings designed for his wife were maliciously stolen, brazenly tampered with and used for exhibition.
It was changed to a nondescript fake by a copper-smelling businessman, and in contrast to the original design of the designer himself, it was reduced to a clown-like existence.
The photos on the day of the exhibition seem to have been deliberately interfered with, Lan Jingcheng is hysterical, and his image is lost all over the Internet, while Lan Qin's only has a long-range side face.
He stood tall in the noisy crowd, surrounded by microphones and jewels, indifferently quiet, unstained with dust.
Sang Yu hugged Lan Qin's arm excitedly, enlarged the picture and enlarged it again, but she still couldn't see it clearly, she said beautifully: "It's good, other little girls can't see my husband, only me" Lan Qin scratched the tip of her nose, "Of course it's just you." ” Since he had to go into the public eye, he had to let everyone know as soon as possible that everything about him was his wife's.
After a twelve-hour flight landing, Song Zhiyu was waiting in the car wearing big sunglasses, smiling vicissitudes, "Qinqin, you did a good job." ” Lan Qin escorted Sang Yu to sit inside, "I didn't disappoint you." ” "You never let me down," the car started, passing through the bustling night scene, Song Zhiyu's eyes looked out the window, "The current public opinion is all pointed at the wolf-hearted father and son, they lost all this time, and Lan Jingcheng completely lost the qualification to inherit." ” She paused, "There are people on the board of directors nominating you, and there are anonymous revelations on the Internet, talking about the secrets of the Lan family in the past."
How many secrets the Lan family can have, it has something to do with him, but it is just a rumor of a monster imprisoned in the building.
The designer behind the maintenance of the Lan family is the so-called blue family monster who everyone talks about in the upper class society.
What a joke.
At this time, it was proposed, which caused a large area of discussion, but it was just to set off a heat, step on the former Lan family deeper, and logically recommend him to the position after being wronged.
Song Zhiyu pinched a faint hope, "Qin Qin, now that the Lan family has no obstacles that affect you, do you still refuse?"
Sang Yu and Lan Qin's fingers were interlocked.
Lan Qin was categorical, "Refuse, stop breaking the news, it's enough for me to get the design back." ” "I don't need anyone to correct my name, I've been a monster for more than 20 years, and I don't care if I continue to do it."
Sang Yu blocked his mouth and whispered: "Don't listen to other people's nonsense, you are not a monster at all, you are a little goblin." ” The coldness in Lan Qin's eyes spread, pinched her chin, and responded in a small voice, "Are goblins better than goblins?"
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"Of course it's good," Sang Yu clasped his hands, "the fairy is beautiful and seductive, and it's you." ” Song Zhiyu held her forehead and pinched her temples with pain, "Okay, I'm not reluctant, the board of directors is in chaos, the right to speak is back in my hands, I will choose the junior children from the other side branches with good qualifications, as for what the future looks like, that is creation." ” Thinking of seeing the Lan family building collapse with her own eyes, she stepped on the ruins and died.
But since there is still a glimmer of life, she still wants to take advantage of the last time to do as much as possible.
"Qinqin, our goals have been achieved, and the cooperation ends here," Song Zhiyu slowly blinked her tired eyes, "Manage your brand well, from now on, we are rivals." ” When he got off the bus at home, Lan Qin asked with a smile: "Grandma, when is the next time we meet?"
Song Zhiyu didn't start, and said a little awkwardly: "At my funeral." ” Lan Qin rubbed Sang Yu's back, Sang Yu understood in seconds, and obediently took out a specially prepared formal invitation, "No, it's at our wedding." ” In the preparation of the wedding, Lan Qin used all his strength, rummaging through the old yellow calendar like a little antique, picking out the best good days recently, and found that there was less than a month left.
He coaxed Sang Yu to go back to work in the rehabilitation center with peace of mind and do the work she likes to be good at, while he took care of the big and small affairs of the wedding, and also took care of the dizzying high orders after returning from the jewelry show.
The assistant persuaded him, "Sir, it's time for us to open an official Weibo, the demand on the Internet is too high." ” Lan Qin was not interested.
But the assistant said: "You can convey the brand culture at any time and deepen the impression of the style, because of the relationship between you and your wife, Yu is about to become an artifact of affection in the upper circle." ” Lan Qin pondered for a long time, manually registered Weibo, and after passing the identity authentication, the first one simply posted a hand-drawn drawing.
The Little Mermaid swings its tail gracefully and enjoys a swim in the deep sea.
His brand culture That's it.
The assistant ran to Lan Qin every once in a while and said, "Is it okay to draw some more when Mr. is on fire?"
Lan Qin was checking the broken diamonds decorated on the wedding dress, and he didn't raise his head, "I don't have time." ” All his time was spent on marrying the bride home in a dignified manner.
Lan Qin is alone, Sang Yu only has a mother, and there are only a handful of friends.
According to Sang Yu's wishes, the scale of the wedding was not large, and on a sunny spring morning, under the witness of the only relatives and girlfriends, Lan Qin grabbed Sang Yu's hand, said "I do" word by word, trembled and exchanged rings with her, and hugged and kissed tightly with red eyes.
On the night of the wedding, the lights in the exquisitely arranged Linjiang high-rise were warm, and the wedding dress was casually placed at the door, with a shallow halo.
Sang Yu took off cleanly, wearing only a light strawberry nightdress, comfortably crossed her feet, lying on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, and her head rested on her husband's long legs with tight muscles.
"The last time I was lying like this, it was a power outage at home," Sang Yu played with Lan Qin's fingers, squinting and recalling, "You fanned me stupidly, I was distressed to death." ” Lan Qin straightened her long hair, her eyes were gentle, "But I'm happy to die." ” Sang Yu turned around and put his arms around his waist, looked up and asked, "What were you thinking at that time?"
"I'm thinking," he stroked her eyebrows, "if you could like me, if only I could sing to you, very softly, softly, you must sleep more soundly, let me have a little longer." ” Sang Yu looked at him intently.
Outside the window, by the river, the lights flickered far away.
Lan Qin opened his mouth and sang an old song.
Sang Yu's nose was sour and buried in his waist.
It's the old song he sang on the video recorder of the Lan family's old house playing the electronic piano alone, and he also made a wish that if he had a beloved in the future, he would talk a lot and sing a lot to her.
His singing voice is low and soft, caressing his eardrums and kneading his heart.
Sang Yu gradually fell asleep in his arms.
In the dream, time was reversed, and it was all Lan Qin's shadow, he was sitting on the big tree in the courtyard of the small building, still looking like a teenager, and said loudly to her, "You have to come early." ” "Come to me early."
He smiled beautifully, and his eyes were full of brilliance, "I'll wait for you" "Wait until you love me."
Sang Yu was sour and sweet, waking up from a dream in the middle of the night, her chest still rising and falling violently.
She couldn't sleep, so she got up, carefully kissed the sleeping man beside her, tiptoed off the quilt, and walked to his workshop.
Everything was the same as before, and the journals in which he had her name written were still in their place.
She held a stack of diaries, looked around, tried several places and felt uncomfortable, and finally shrank into the small space where he had escaped.
Underneath the desk.
Sang Yu didn't bring her mobile phone, so she couldn't tell how long she had been watching.
I only know that the tears have flowed and become dry, and I think that when I cry out, they will flow down again.
The inconspicuous thick books are Lan Qin's silent love for her, and she has been in love with her for many years.
She flipped to the last book, the last page with the words remaining, and he wrote it one by one "In the beginning, I just begged her to have mercy on me."
"Later, I hope she likes me."
"It's not enough now, I can't help it, I want to have all of her."
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and it was Lan Qin who woke up and threw herself into the air, calling her uneasily, "Little Fish, Little Fish" Sang Yu wanted to say that she was there.
But he was full of thoughts, and he couldn't speak.
Lan Qin followed the light, rushed to the desk, squatted down, and hugged her with red and swollen eyes into the crook of her arm.
Sang Yu pressed against his thumping chest and closed his eyes.
"It's all."
She pulled out her heart, hugged him and whispered "Lan Qin, you already have everything I have."
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