Her Overbearing Man

What's more, the people of F have always been quite exclusive. Even if Leng Jian has the ability to redouble his career, he will not be able to succeed in three or two years.

So after that time, Leng Qianqian did not put forward this kind of thing, she could only wait.

Originally, if it was safe, Leng Qianqian would have enough time to wait, but after this event, when she saw Leng Jian lying in bed in a daze and pale face, Leng Qianqian could not wait any longer.

She didn't care about the external things, and she didn't expect any family blessings.

Leng Qianqian's family.

Her elder brother almost didn't recognize her. Only one of them occasionally remembered her own father, but knew that she was talking with Leng Jian about things, and didn't mean to oppose them. On the contrary, he provided them with a lot of help.

On the other hand, her biological mother, who had no daughter in her heart, could even do that to her beloved man in order to force her. How could she expect her to have any family affection for her.

After all, the people who really care about her are just a few.

"Ah Jian, I..."

Leng Qianqian doesn't want to give up easily. She doesn't want to wait any longer, even for a month, a day or an hour.

"Needless to say." Before Leng Qianqian can say what he's saying, Leng Jian suddenly interrupts him and makes Leng Qianqian's face white, even so

There is some bitterness on Leng Qianqian's face.

"If you don't mind if I can't do anything now, we can get married first..."

The sudden turn makes Leng Qian look up at Leng Jian.

That pair of eyes with guilt is still so gentle looking at Leng Qianqian, but she still can't believe it, "you... What did you just say?"

With Leng Qianqian's hot and expectant eyes, Leng Jian feels a little sour. Does she always feel insecure?

In the future, we must be better to the first lady.

Leng Jian thought silently in his heart, holding Leng Qianqian's hand more forcefully, repeating what he had just said, and then adding, "I can't give you such a big wedding now, but when my business is on the right track, I'll make it up for you again..."

Most of the money used to subsidize the woman he loved at that time. The small amount of money in his hand was gradually saved later. When he arrived in country f, he planned to open a private fight club. Now it's only a short time since it started business, and there is almost no income. Of course, he has no money to do any wedding.

But Leng Qianqian has not noticed that there is no way to hold a wedding or anything, and she has already not cared about those. At the moment, her eyes are filled with Leng Jian's guilt that she can't give her a good wedding face.

She suddenly took Lengjian's hand in both hands, with a smile in her eyes, "it doesn't matter. I said, I don't care."

Leng Jian looks at Leng Qianqian's eyes with expectation and love. His eyes are slightly moved. His throat moves, "Qianqian..."

Affected by the atmosphere at the moment, Leng Qianqian softens her body and nestles in Leng Jian's arms. Subconsciously, the man naturally extends an arm around her.

Everyone has two needs: to love and to be loved. If two people who love each other can not feel love and be loved at the same time, then such love is undoubtedly dangerous.

Leng Qianqian and Leng Jian are both lucky. Even though they were not so beautiful, they had suffered and cheated. But at this moment, they are undoubtedly lucky. When two people who love each other meet, they are the best.

Love to the end, only to find that once the vows between each other, withered sea and stone, pain, sadness and differences, are for the moment to know each other, love each other, until each other can no longer be separated from each other.

Leng Qianqian and Leng Jian are close to each other. They bury their heads in each other's arms and let each other feel their own heart from a close distance.

The sunlight outside the window came in, small particles floating in the air, with a sense of ethereal.

The tea in the cup on the table has lost most of its mellow fragrance, and the little white air that rose before has disappeared and become cold.

But at this moment, two people embracing each other, can only feel each other's warm embrace, and each other's strong heartbeat, and perhaps not far away from each other, occasionally meet the breath, all, are so different, and so flat warm, people can't help but nostalgic.

Summer evening is the most beautiful intoxicating, beautiful, beautiful amazing.

The fire cloud shrouded the western sky, like a gorgeous oil painting, almost to come true.

The cloud, initially just a goose yellow base, and gradually wrapped in a layer of light orange red.

Soon a light blue ribbon was added to the orange red, and then a big red was splashed in the air like blood. The colorful luster spread out in the boundless sky, so dazzling that people dare not see more.

After all, the sun will sink into the darkness. The original golden light will turn into dark red blood light at this time, and the flowing cloud which is a little closer will also rise red fire light at this time, and become a gorgeous fire cloud.

The mountain in the distance, silent, gradually dim in the golden light, gradually you can only see a dark shadow.

Dusk is like suspended sediment in turbid water. When the bottom of the river is still, it will gradually settle down and can't lift any more waves.

In the darkening sky, there is a bleak missing piece of the moon, driving slowly over the towering office building, sitting in the sky full of color.

Because the sky has not been completely dark, it seems that there is another sun that will not shine and heat up, with a faint color.

It's rare that Zhao Yufang didn't concentrate on her work. Instead, she sat on the sofa in the office and stared at the outside of the French window. The sky was getting more and more orange and black.

For a long time, her eyes dropped again and fell on the short table made of transparent glass, where there was a book.

Poetry collection.

It's a collection of prose poems.

It's the kind of girl who loves sad spring and hurt autumn.

Zhao Yufang did not expect that there would be such a book here.

Even when Zhao Yufang was young, he didn't read these books.

At that time, she thought more about how to please Zhao Qiyu and make her life less miserable.