This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 1968 Our marriage is just an exchange of interests!

  After dinner, Han Yunan, Qiao Qing and Father Han sat in the living room chatting.

  Han Yunting didn't like to participate in such a scene, and turned around and went to the guest room on the second floor.

  He left the Han family to work alone in the fashion industry, and then moved out of the old house.

  Now every time he comes back, he still does not feel the warmth of any family, because there is no room for him anymore.

  At this time, as night fell, Han Yunting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the night preoccupiedly.

  Every time he goes home, he becomes taciturn.

  This kind of family atmosphere makes him feel depressed.

  Han Yunting frowned and took out his phone, the dark blue screen picture, which looked like his gloomy mood at the moment.

  No news, no phone calls, just like being forgotten by the world.

  When I used to be bored, I could still find my brothers to drink and chat, but now... it's out of season!

  Sigh after sigh overflowed the corner of his mouth, Han Yunting accidentally opened WeChat, found Leng Shutong’s name again, and opened the chat box.

  The last chat was that they discussed the content of the design draft on the car. Because they were interrupted by Ling Zihuan in the middle, they did not discuss a substantial result in the end.

  Han Yunting found the manuscripts again, and after re-reading, he carefully entered all his conclusions into the chat box.

   A very long paragraph of text, he patiently finished typing, and sent it to Leng Shutong without hesitation.

  Before waiting to reply, the door of the guest room was knocked.

  The servant came in from the outside and said: "Second Young Master, the eldest and the uncle have already left. She asked me to bring you a sentence, saying that if you are not used to being here tonight, go home as soon as possible."

"Oh, I see!"

  After the servant left, Han Yunting glanced at his phone again, and Leng Shutong’s chat page never heard any news.

  He turned off the screen, put the phone in his pocket, turned and walked out of the guest room.

  Han’s old house, he is really not used to it!

   Before Han Yunting left, when he walked to the living room, he saw Father Han sitting on the luxurious sofa smoking a cigar.

   Seeing him walking down the stairs, Han's father immediately scowled, "Are you willing to come down? Qiao Qing finally came over. If you don't accompany you to chat, do you hide in the guest room by yourself?

  You will be a family in the future. Even if you are not familiar with him, you will have more contacts in the future than before. You should change your weird habits as early as possible, and don't let people pick them up. "

  Han Yunting replied blankly. After saying something, I will leave first, and in a blink of an eye I left Han's house in a stride.

  Father Han seemed to murmur a few more words behind him, but he didn't listen carefully, and got into the car when he went out.

  ……

  On the other side, after Han Yunan and Qiao Qing left, they drove to the shopping mall in the city center.

  When the car drove into the underground parking lot, the fake Han Yunan opened his eyes and saw the scenery outside the window, slightly surprised, "What are you doing in the mall?"

  Qiao Qing pretended to smile mysteriously: "I'll know in a while!"

  Han Yunan didn’t speak, but instead looked at the time, “I have a video conference at ten o’clock in the evening. No matter what you are going to do, send me home before ten o’clock.”

  Qiao Qing's fingers holding the steering wheel tightly, the feeling of being ignored once again came to mind.

  He stopped the car and turned around to look at Han Yunan’s exquisite profile, “An’an, we’ve all started talking about marriage, are you still so cold to me?”

  Han Yunan twisted his eyebrows, and looked at Qiao Qing calmly, "I think our relationship, even if we talk about marriage, is just an exchange of interests, isn’t it?"

  (End of this chapter)