Her Overbearing Man

She looked at Leng Jian in a dazed way. "Ah Jian, if you know that I refused my elder brother because of this kind of thing, you must be very disappointed with me. I know that if you are here, no matter what elder brother asks you to do, you will do it without saying a word, but I can't do it. I know it's my selfishness, but I just want you to be good, It's enough for us to have a good time together. Why go to the muddy water again? "

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you will be hurt again. We are not so lucky every time..."

"Can you forgive my selfishness?"

Leng Qianqian's tone was light and gentle, just like she was whispering. If someone stood a little farther away, maybe they could not hear her voice.

She seems to be apologizing and begging. After a few words, she picked up the little prince on the table.

"It's time to read it to you today. There are some complaints in her voice, and it's like being coquettish. But her face is too calm to see her meaning. It seems that she just said so, and then she didn't say anything more and opened the book.

"Ah! Little prince, in this way, I gradually understand your melancholy life.

For quite a long time in the past, your only pleasure was watching the gentle sunset.

I learned this new detail in the morning of the fourth day. You said to me, "I love watching the sunset. Let's go and see the sunset

"But we have to wait..."

The misty sound of reading is floating in the ward, soft and beautiful, as if it is a beautiful song, with the taste of gentle sunshine.

The cup of tea was placed in front of Leng Qianqian. The curly posture of the green tea had already been unfolded by the boiling water, enchanting floating in the water.

The misty fog dispersed in front of Leng Qianqian, mixed with water vapor, and then dissipated by the sun. It was almost impossible to get close to her.

She read the little prince softly, but her eyes were no longer on the book.

I don't know why. People in the cold family always have a good memory. They usually know what they are talking about after reading the book three times, and they can recite it after reading it five times.

What's more, the little prince, which Leng Qianqian has always liked, has been turned over by her many times since she grew up. It can almost be said that she can recite it backwards.

She looked at Lengjian's face crazily. Maybe it was because of sleeping. His face was no longer as hard and cold as it was when he was awake. It looked inhuman. On the contrary, it looked soft and handsome now.

Even the pale corners of his lips and his unskilled beard made him look completely different from when he was sober.

She holds Leng Jian's hand, a white and a black intersection, particularly prominent.

Leng Qianqian couldn't help but smile. She soon went down and continued to read softly. But this time, she didn't open the book again. She just looked at her beloved and whispered:

"I was silent. I thought that if this screw was against me again, I would knock it off with a hammer.

The little prince came to disturb my mind again: "you think flowers..."

"Forget it, forget it! I don't think of anything! I'm just answering you. I have something serious to do... "

Leng Qianqian has always been indifferent voice, at this time, it is particularly childlike, and even she deliberately put down the voice, the real vivid performance of the book everyone's story and tone.

Read read, Leng Qianqian suddenly stopped, she pursed straight lips, it seems that some can not read, dark clear eyes blinked, in the window under the reflection of the sun, it seems that there are some glittering light.

She suddenly picked up her lips and began to laugh, but the smile seemed more like crying.

Leng Qianqian wiped the corner of his eyes and looked at Leng Jian, who didn't know anything about him. He said, "how can I paint for you? You are a man. You should paint armor for me and cover my sheep!"

At this time, she had already read about the time when the prince talked about flowers and sheep.

She said, and suddenly looked at Leng Jian, seems to be looking forward to him as many times before, in the face of her some coquetry words, clumsy looking at her, words do not dare to say, can only blush, like a fool to stare at her.

In the end, she laughed so much that she was red in the ear, cold in the face and hugged her as if to vent her anger.

But even though he was angry and embarrassed, he still held her strength in his arms and restrained her, as if she were a precious and fragile ceramic doll. A little effort would cause irreparable damage.

But now, Leng Jian is more like the porcelain doll.

But Leng Qianqian just looked at her and waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the picture she was looking forward to.

There was a glimmer of disappointment and sadness in her eyes.

But it was just a moment, and she soon got her emotions in order and calmed down again.

She picked up the red book again. When she raised her hand, she could vaguely see a few brush words written on the cover of the book, but it was covered by Leng Qianqian.

Her slender white fingers caressed the book slowly, as if touching some precious treasure, gentle, "remember this little prince?"

"You gave it to me."

"At that time, you were so stupid. When I cried, you were so anxious that you even gave me the gifts your parents gave you, just to make me stop crying..."

"You said you were stupid at that time, so you didn't fool people. In fact, as long as you say a few good words, you don't have to give me the things you are not good at. Are you stupid?"

Leng Qian raised her hand and wiped her eyes again. She wiped the water vapor from her eyes. Then she couldn't help laughing. There were tears in her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were red. But she was still so happy that she could hardly stop laughing.

"But now it seems that you haven't made much progress, and you won't coax girls at all. If it wasn't for me, maybe you would have to die lonely all your life. Do you admit it or not..."

"Talk, why don't you talk."

Leng Qianqian suddenly reached out and pushed Leng Jian's arm, but Leng Jian didn't feel it at all. She still closed her eyes tightly and didn't put those voices into her ears.

Leng Qianqian was silent for a while. Suddenly he held Leng Jian's hand and put it on his cheek. Then he suddenly extended his other hand and stroked Leng Jian's thin face inch by inch. "Why don't you wake up?"