Ning Weikai put down his cell phone.

After a while, all the call records, text messages and her phone number were deleted on the phone.

When I got home, it was already dark.

Ning Weikai pushed the door open and saw the familiar slim and graceful figure standing on the balcony, watering the flowers. His graceful and fair neck was hanging down like a lonely swan.

Ning Weikai put down the mangosteen in his hand, walked slowly over, and hugged her from behind: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Hanyu was probably in a daze for too long and was shocked.

"Ah... it's okay..." Her eyes dodged.

But this did not prevent Ning Weikai from seeing the tears at the corners of her eyes clearly, and the eyes with a hint of despair and pain in her panic. So weak and helpless.

This is Ning Weikai's familiar expression.

Whenever she encounters something that cannot be solved, she will be so panicked and helpless.

Just like the mood during this period, Ning Weikai felt a deep sense of powerlessness again.

But after that feeling of powerlessness, it seemed that something was about to break out of the cocoon.

He wants to change.

That was once something he valued, maybe it had sailed on a somewhat twisted orbit, and he and she chose to turn a blind eye. So now after experiencing the ups and downs of the tide, he understood that he was wrong and she was wrong. They were all wrong.

And today, he also understood why she was panicked and in pain.

He refused the agreement of his father-in-law to enter the shareholders' level, refused to share the benefits with her, and refused to be more secure with her.

When their marriage seemed to be shaky; when he completely gained control of Xin Baorui and could spread his wings and fly alone.

She was afraid of losing.

She was not stupid, trying to tie their marriage with his most irresistible interests.

He took a deep breath, reached out, hugged her tighter in his arms, lowered his head and began to kiss her trembling tears.

"Wife, we don't need that. What I want is not you like that."

It was not until many years later that I could see my heart clearly.

And can you let go of everything and really walk into my heart?

——

Half a year later.

The midsummer sun is bright and dazzling, and through the grape trellis, it turns into mottled and cool silhouettes.

On top of everyone's heads, grapes were already hung, and bunches were full of crystal clear, which made people covetous.

Lin Qian woke up early this morning and was a little depressed. No matter how lively and laughed, she felt a little confused when she was wandering outside the sky.

At this moment, Gao Lang and his new girlfriend were sitting opposite each other, putting chicken wings on the barbecue. Several other veterans, Li Zhicheng's old subordinates, and several captains, majors, and lieutenant colonels who gathered from all over Lin City... were eating barbecue with relish and smiling at Lin from time to time.

"Sister-in-law, can you come?"

"Sister-in-law, why don't you eat?"

Lin Qian only waved her hands with a smile, and brought drinks and beer to everyone. Then she sat aside, held her chin with her hands, and looked at it with a smile.

Gao Lang and other security guards were naturally familiar with each other. Seeing the men in high-end military uniforms next to her, she naturally thought of Li Zhicheng.

Think about it, life's encounters are really wonderful.

Is it really destined to be able to meet?

If Ida Group hadn't been on the verge of crisis, he wouldn't have returned from the troops that had been in the past many years.

They will not know each other. Now, there will be no man like Li Zhicheng in Lin Qian's life.

This possibility is resistant to thinking about it.

Since you have already obtained the unique you, you can no longer accept the possibility of not having you in your life.

Thinking of this, Lin Qian couldn't help but turn her head and look at the two men in the side hall.

Lin Mochen and Li Zhicheng.

They didn't know what they were discussing again. The brother was sitting at the computer desk, and Li Zhicheng was half leaning against the table, talking. The two of them had the slightest expression of "the same type". Through a glass door, they didn't know what they were talking about from afar.

Lin Qian curled her lips and continued to turn around and integrate into the small group she and ordinary people were alone.

At this moment, Gao Lang handed her a handful of grilled lamb skewers: "Sister-in-law! Eat while it's hot!"

Lin Qian lost her appetite in an instant.

That feeling of melancholy surged in her heart again. She smiled and waved her hand: "I'm full, you eat slowly, I'll go in."

After saying that, he got up and walked towards the door. When he passed by the large plate of watery grapes on the table, he couldn't help but take another bunch of them.

Well... the grapes grown by myself are indeed of poor quality and are so sour.

tasty.

When she passed by the side hall, her face was a little dazed, and she saw Li Zhicheng suddenly raised his dark eyes and staring at her from afar. His hands were still stuck in his pockets, and his freshly cut hair was short and black, looking very energetic.

Lin Qian was stared at this, and suddenly her cheeks became hot. She walked faster and turned around.

On that side, Li Zhicheng turned around and said to Lin Mochen: "You sit first." Then he walked out of the side hall and followed her.

Lin Mochen looked at the couple showing their intimacy and ambiguousness in front of him, without any expression.

His sister is about to get married, and the wedding will be next week. But when she faces her man, she is still so innocent and so sarcastic, and all her thoughts are written on her face.

And Li Zhicheng obviously likes this...

Wait, what is he worried about?

Lin Mochen was silent for a moment and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

For the only softness in my personality, I have to protect my youth.

He held the notebook to his knees and continued to browse the news.

As for the insults who frequently invite him to eat unhealthy food through a glass door... Of course, he disdained to go there. After he politely declined the first time, he put on his headphones and pretended not to hear it.

——

Compared to the lively downstairs, the upstairs is much more peaceful and cooler. Warm curtains are wide open, and the wind pours in through the windows, making people feel comfortable.

Lin Qian lay on the windowsill, holding her chin with her hands, looking at the clear lake light in the distance. The sunlight reflected on the water surface, intertwined into pieces of gold, which was particularly dazzling.

Alas. But she is so sad.

Inexplicably sad.

Suddenly, there were pairs of powerful hands around his waist, and the man's warm body covered him from behind.

Lin Qian was shocked: "Hate!" Special forces or something, but there was still no sound when walking, so I didn't know how to change it!

Li Zhicheng lowered his head and kissed her tender neck with slightly sweaty sweat, and his hot breathing sprayed on her skin. He didn't say anything, because he knew that she would definitely not be able to hold it in, so he told him his worries.

Sure enough, after rubbing so intimately and silently for a while, Lin Qian turned around and stood face to face. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck.

He stared at the four eyes, his eyes seemed like the boundless sea, easily attracting her into it and burying it.

Lin Qian suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Seeing her smiling but not speaking, she was still keeping her insults. Li Zhicheng didn't say anything and just made a move. His powerful hands began to knead the woman's plump breasts with great force and skill.

Of course he knew that Lin Qian would take this trick. Sure enough, she couldn't do it in an instant, and snuggled into his chest and protested: "How could this happen! Don't touch it randomly!"

Having said that, when the feelings are so strong, such touch will make both people distracted and circulate.

On a summer afternoon, the breeze blew softly. The two of them rubbed each other for a while, and Lin Qian was already surrendering to his arms. Li Zhicheng locked the door, dragged a chair to sit at the window, and asked Lin Qian to spread her legs and rode on him. Then he slowly stroked her waist and asked, "What the hell is it?"

Lin Qian actually likes to sit on him like this. It feels very wonderful, as if he has completely possessed it, and it seems that he has dominated him again.

She blinked, lowered her head and kissed his thin lips. During the breathing entanglement, she finally vaguely said what she had thought about for several nights:

But even though his heart was soft for no reason, his expression was calm and calm. His thumb gently stroked her waist and abdomen, and he spoke lightly: "Good job."

Lin Qian chuckled: "Thank you for the praise."

"I said I myself."

"……screw you!"

Lin Qian stood up and wanted to jump off his legs, and said, "So, you can't touch me for a few months now..." As soon as she moved, she was caught back by him, tightly clamped her arms, and a low voice ironed her face: "Don't touch."

His hands and lips were indeed settled, just holding her like this.

This was a very quiet and gentle kiss. He wrapped his hands around her, said nothing, and buried his head in her shoulder. Lin Qian listened to the powerful heartbeat of his chest, and his heart was soft.

It took a while before she spoke.

"Hey, why do you like this position? Let me sit on you?"

Li Zhicheng did not answer.

After a while, he spoke lightly: "I like a lot of postures."
To be continued...