Chapter 581

Lan Qing has a black face and stares at Li Qingning's every expression. However, she just accepts her question without any expression. After a while, she whispers: "I drank a glass of wine, and then I don't remember what happened later."

"Li Qingning, are you insulting my judgment or your own intelligence? Make up a story, at least like a little bit? "

"I..." before she finished, Lan Qing suddenly let go of the hand holding her shoulder and turned to walk outside the door. He walked faster and faster. When he came to the car, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door, making a roar as if from his chest.

The driver in white gloves stood aside and didn't know what to do. It seemed that he had never seen his husband get so angry before. He went forward carefully and opened the door for him. As a result, Lan Qing, who was standing on one side with his head down, turned around and pulled his collar to one side, "roll!"

Li Qingning leaned against the door to watch the scene. His whole brain seemed to stop at this moment. His family, including the housekeeper, were at a loss. The whole Lan's villa was as quiet as a tomb.

In such a silent confrontation, Lansheng's full cry in the room broke the silence as thick as a black silk. He seemed to feel his mother's sadness at the moment. The cry was so loud and out of breath, which made people feel sad.

She took a deep breath, her paralytic body regained a little strength, stood up, turned and walked towards Xiaosheng's room.

At this time, Mrs. LAN wrapped her shawl and walked slowly to the door. Her eyes fell on her son, who was only wearing a white shirt and standing at the side of the car with her waist crossed. She lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "you are the heir of LAN family. For a woman, what does it look like?"

Lan Qing raised his head to look at her, and then suddenly found that her mother had never changed. She was still the first shrewd and sharp woman. Her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of cold shell, just like the armor of a steel warrior. Or, maybe she was King Kong, not bad, not invading.

He took back his eyes, went to the housekeeper who was standing with his head down and bent over, took the suit coat, and then said to the driver who was still shaking, "let's go." Then he took a long step and got into the car.

Li Qingning holds Xiao Sheng in her arms, but she still can't help shaking all over. She doesn't know what's wrong with her. Is she frightened by Lan Qing's violent reaction or a kind of despair from the bottom of her heart.

He Jiawen, who is still in the apartment, got up in the morning and found that the weather had cleared up. He opened the curtains to let in the golden autumn sun, and stretched out with a soft smile on his face.

Then go to the mailbox at the door as usual to take out the weekly and newspaper that day's subscription, take out the milk from the refrigerator, put the toast into the baking tray, take out the butter, and then slowly pick up the newspaper of the day.

After flipping through it a few times, he found that there was something he wanted to see, and the ability of the editors seemed to satisfy him.

As if he was looking at a treasure, his eyes lightly swept the headlines of each page, biting the toast, with a gentle and sweet smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the dawn of victory, and his eyes looked bright.

His mouth with a little bit of milk residue, attached to the fluff of his lips, in the sunlight looks golden, very delicious.

At this time, the crisp doorbell of the room rang in his ear. He slowly put down the burnt and delicious toast, clapped his hands, and then walked towards the door, as if nothing could disturb his good mood at this moment.

After opening the door, I saw Shen Xingchen standing by the door with a black face. Since we were together, she is totally different from five years ago, no longer so sharp, her face is always soft, like a gentle sheep.

But at the moment, she seems to have returned to the time when she first met. Her expression is obviously hostile, and she doesn't look cute at all.

She looked at the gentle smile on the corner of he Jiawen's lips, and without saying a word, she smashed the newspaper in her hand to his chest. "He Jiawen, are you still human?"

The newspapers were flying and landing, like a funeral filled with paper money between them.

He looked at her steadily, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to solidify. For a long time, he squatted down slowly, picked up the newspapers, then put them back into Shen Xingchen's hand, and said, "honey, do you want me to order a newspaper, too. You don't need to come early in the morning and spread new news to me in such a rage. "

She looked at the man with her eyes wide open, her lips trembling slightly, and asked softly, "you mean, you admit that everything above is true."

"Of course not... Those reporters, as you know, love to play tricks like this. Please, I'm also a victim. OK, I'll get involved with my elder brother's wife. I'll carry such a black pot on my back, OK?" He shrugged helplessly and leaned on the door in a languid manner, like a big boy next door who had no attack.

Shen Xingchen's momentum gradually weakened, even the tone became a little soft, said: "can you tell me what's going on?"

He shook his head, took her hand and went to the house, said: "I promised Qingning sister not to tell others, she probably also has difficulties, just yesterday, she suddenly ran to talk to me, also said to compensate me, of course, I will not accept ah, after all, I already have you, and then... Ah... Don't say... I just made breakfast, come to eat a little?" He even gently touched her head, eyes with doting.

She raised her eyes and looked at the sincerity in his eyes. She nodded gently and said nothing more. He went to the open bar of the kitchen and watched he Jiawen put two plates and a glass of milk in front of him. He suddenly asked, "well, it won't get worse and worse, will it? After all, you and Lan Qing... "

Half way through, she suddenly didn't know how to describe this complicated matter.

He Jiawen smiles, reaches out his hand, pinches her face and says, "don't worry, I'll take care of it." With a reassuring smile on his face.

The morning sun became warm and enveloped the city. Li Qingning held Xiao Sheng in the baby room for a long time, then gradually calmed down.

She heard that there seemed to be no movement outside. Then she looked down and saw that Xiao shengwo was asleep in her arms, so she got up and gently put him in the cradle and went out.

Just went out, but saw Mrs. LAN is still sitting in the living room, she leaned against the back of the leather sofa, her arms intertwined in the chest, just like a queen, just calm face, as if born with a strong atmosphere of rejection thousands of miles away.