You Sound Sleepy

Go up, do you want to go up and say hello? "

Lin Mian and Que Qingyan looked at each other for a few seconds, nodded with a sudden heartbeat.

Fifteen minutes later, the family banquet opened. Everyone seated on the table, half shocked and half surprised, they all saw the pair of engagement rings worn by Que Qingyan and Lin Mian.

That night, the rumors that the young master of the Que family had his wife were confirmed. It is said that the two of them are very affectionate, and Que seldom serves their fiancée during family banquets, and the future wife of Que family looks generous and natural, not tender or dignified, and is an enviable couple no matter what.

After returning to the apartment, Lin Mian, who was "generous and natural," stretched all night, and finally did not stretch.

After Que Qingyan hung up Que's mother Song Ranhua's phone, he entered the bedroom and saw that the quilt on the bed had been curled into a ball. Lin Mian was wrapped in two quilts after taking a shower, and she was leaning against the bedside looking at the tablet absently. She raised her head when she heard the voice, her dark and moist eyes were lined with the flushed face, and she looked expectant.

Lin Mian paused to see half of the thriller and asked, "Uncles and aunts..."

"They like you very much." Que Qingyan raised the temperature of the heater, scanned the **** scenes on the flat screen, and fished people out of the stuffy bed. He kissed Lin Mian's hair with thin lips, and asked, "Did your hair dry?"

"Well," Lin Mian whispered, "Auntie... did you say something on the phone?"

Her eyes were bright, and she looked like she was waiting to be praised.

Que Qingyan laughed, and relayed the original words of Que's mother.

"The tutor is good and polite, and it's hard not to be unlovable." The two did not stay in the house. Song Ranhua called and said, by the way, "You have to go back at this late hour. You will be a family in the future." People, what happened to Mianmian staying overnight?"

After listening to the report, Lin Mian rubbed his face and said embarrassed: "It was too hasty, and I didn't bring a change of clothes..."

Lin Mian has experienced rings and family banquets in succession, but he still didn't get over it during the buffer period. She was strained for the whole night, and if she stayed overnight, she might be so excited that she would get up and run a few laps around the house in the middle of the night.

Que Qingyan answered, got up and went to the kitchen to warm her milk.

There are still thrillers paused on the tablet screen, but Lin Mian can't stand it anymore. She buried her face in the corner of the quilt, rolled around with the quilt, took a deep breath in silence, then turned out a sealed portfolio from the drawer under the bedside table and opened it.

The portfolio in front of her was handed over to Lin Mian by Mother Lin. She only has time to look at it now.

There are two copies of the agreement in the portfolio, which is a prenuptial agreement.

...

When Que Qingyan came back with hot milk, Lin Mian sat on the bedside and stopped talking, turning from a round shrimp ball into a hamster sitting on the edge.

With the agreement on the bedside table, Que Qingyan glanced at it and handed the milk to the Lin hamster of Ai Ai, and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Que Qingyan, don't you remember," Lin Mian held the warm glass and let him take a dry towel to wipe his hair, "I gave you an IOU before..."

When Que Qingyan was chasing Lin Mian, in order to encourage him, she wrote him an IOU, saying at the time that the gift would be made up later.

Lin Mian has always thought about what to give away. She can't afford to give too expensive luxury car villas for the time being, and she feels that there is something missing from the gifts she can afford.

It wasn't until she saw Que Qingyan's prenuptial agreement that she remembered that she also had an ambitious life goal that was about to be forgotten.

In the past few days and nights of Mr. Mu Mian’s arduous drawings and the days when she was a best-selling cartoonist all the way to the dark, one of the reasons that supported her to persevere was--

Save money.

When you save enough money...

The next moment, Lin Mian cherished his bank card as a gift and gave Que a clear statement together with the agreement.

"I didn't sign the agreement." Lin Mian recalled the money saved in his bank card, put aside the cup of milk after drinking, and continued with red ears, "I don't know what I want to give you, I can only give you this ." After speaking, his eyes flickered, and he dared to add, "As long as I have it, I want to give it to you."

The latter sentence was so quiet that it could not be whispered: "I can give you what I have, can I...change you?"

Lin Mian's words were cryptic, originally meant to provoke him as a sentiment, but he didn't really speak out his secret and dirty thoughts. But as soon as the words were spoken, Que Qingyan placed the bank card on the bed cabinet casually, and asked with low eyes, "Want to support me?"

"..."

too direct.

Lin Mian stared at Que Qingyan with an indifferent expression for a few seconds, and silently pulled off the towel on top of his head to wipe his hair, covering his gradually hot face.

Her voice was muffled behind the towel, held back for a long time, and she whispered and frankly: "I, I thought about..."

Que Qingyan's eyes fell on Lin Mian's hand holding the towel, and she was wearing a ring on her white and slender fingers.

In terms of flirting, the Linmian business is unfamiliar, and there is almost no precondition for it, and every expression is straightforward. But in a different way, the effect is unexpectedly good, and the atmosphere can be ambiguous every time.

The room was silent for a while.

Lin Mian was ready to answer the next series of questions, such as "What do I do to support me," and "How long do I need to support me," and even thought about the corresponding love words. She was waiting for Que Qingyan's response, her wrist was clasped while holding her breath, and she was pulled down with the towel.

The warm orange shade fell on Que Qingyan's deep eyebrows, casting a sparse eyelash shadow from the eye contour. His dark eyes were full of smiles, and the calmness and calmness of his usual coldness disappeared into the night at this moment.

The warm breath flicked from the side of the ear, the ears rubbed together, and the kiss fell on the collarbone all the way.

Lin Mian's heart beats like a drum, and he listened to him calmly: "If you want to support me, these are not enough."

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Mian, who was dimly aware, had just slept shortly afterwards. In a daze, he felt a kiss on his forehead.

No matter how wronged she begs for mercy in bed last night, Que Qingyan never let her go.

Now still...

Lin Mian's long eyelashes trembled, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, misinterpreting the meaning of the kiss.

She felt that she stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of the other party's clothes, and tugged like a favor, her nasal voice was soft, and she almost cried when she heard the voice: "Well, isn't it enough?"

In the dim light, Que Qingyan buttoned his shirt collar, looked down at Lin Mian who was half-dreaming and half-awake, and kissed the corner of her sleepy eyes: "Go to sleep."

In the morning, Que Qingyan received a call. The trial period of the case was postponed some time ago, and the second trial is scheduled to start in the first year. Some details need to be sorted out.

Lin Mian slept dimly, and when he was truly awake, it was already close to noon.

It was bright, she rubbed under the covers for a while, pulled her slippers out of bed, and suddenly recalled what Que had said a few hours ago.

Que Qingyan said that he had an appointment with the client today, and he needed to go out before returning in the afternoon.

Lin Mian tilted his head to look aside, and said to his heart that he seemed to have written a note at the time...

In addition to the bank card and the unsigned agreement on the bedside table, there is also a supplementary card that Zhang Que made clear. The note is attached to the side, with a sharp and beautiful pen, and it reads a line swiftly--

"There is no need for nurturing, it's yours."

When Que Qingyan returned in the evening, Lin Mian caught up with the business illustrations for the whole afternoon and was curled up in the bed to make up for sleep. Half of her face was buried in the milky white pillow, her long eyelashes fluttered down, and she slept well and quietly.

Both the bank card and the agreement were written by Lin Mian as a love letter on the frame of the bed. She looked sleepily at Que Qingyan next to the bed for a few seconds, rubbed aside like a tribute, and moved half of the bed for him.

Teacher Mu Mian remembered for seven seconds, and completely forgot that she sobbed and begged for mercy for most of the night because of a sentence. The tips of his ears were red, and he still confessed in shame: "Thank you for your willingness... to take care of me."

The light in the bedroom is meager. Que Qingyan leaned over to look at Lin Mian. The friend on the other end of the call was still continuing, and the other side vaguely heard the end of the line: "I'm saving a meal in the Bai family compound tonight. They are all acquaintances-nurturing? What kind of nurturing?"

The two were close to each other, and the room was so quiet that needles could be heard. Lin Mian realized that Que Qingyan was still on the phone.

The friend came with interest, and freshly said: "Who has been kept?"

Professor Que, who has learned to cultivate oneself, calmly replied, "I."

friend:"……"

Lin Mian: "………………"

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Mian, who was boiling the mature shrimp on the bed, finally calmed down, and followed Que Qingyan to go out to the banquet.

In addition to Que Que's two old classmates who were at the dinner party, there was Cheng Ze who had nothing to do to join in the fun.

"I heard people say that Quinn had a fiancée when I returned to China, so I took it with them everywhere." Someone saw Que Qingyan and brought the family members over and teased in good faith, "The relationship is so good, it seems it's time to prepare a wedding gift."

Cheng Ze said in his heart, you haven't seen the more crooked one.

The people present were all legal elites and old acquaintances. After getting acquainted with each other, they chatted with two gossips in the industry. Lin Mian could understand and understand, and he was talking about a divorce lawsuit during the meeting.

Premarital phobia...

Emotional breakdown...

The seven-year itch...

Lin Mian took a sip of the juice, raised her heart, and was about to listen. Cheng Ze took the topic.

"It's useless to listen to these lawsuits. It's not a reference." Cheng Ze early noticed the rings on the hands of the two, and took advantage of Que Qingyan to leave the table temporarily, holding an old mother-like gossip heart, and whispered, "Come on. Let me teach you..."

When Que Qingyan came back, he happened to hear Cheng Zehu Kan say: "...We must deal with potential hidden dangers before marriage, and we must pay more attention to marrying those of us who are studying law. We need to do pre-marital property notarization and sign the terms of the agreement. The more prepared you are, the better, otherwise something will happen in the future to fight a lawsuit, no one can fight Quinn..."

Lin Mian listened carefully and remained unmoved.

"There is no need to prepare," she recalled the note that Que Qingyan left her in the morning, paused, and cherished it, "It's all mine."

There is no need for nurturing, it's all yours.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mian took the glass in his hand by his phalanx.

Que Qingyan filled her with fruit juice, her eyebrows were dark and slender, and Ying Jun's eyebrows pressed a smile. He said calmly: "It's all yours."

"..."

Ah ah ah ah ah……

The slanderous words were caught on the spot, Lin Mian turned his head and covered his face, so ashamed that he could not immediately split the strips and get in.

Cheng Ze, who was both plain and stunned with a look of affection, said: "..."

After a meal comes out, the twilight sinks, the misty night floats from the sky, and the sky in the distance becomes a dark blue line.

The restaurant is located in a courtyard, with wintergreen and wintergreen planted along the path, and surrounded by a landscape garden. Que Qingyan did not drive back immediately, and took Lin Mian for a walk in the garden.

Lin Mian was still recalling the topic of divorce at the dinner table, and after hearing Que Qingyan asked: "Is it unaccustomed to bring you to this kind of occasion?"

"No..." Lin Mian raised his eyes to look at him with bright eyes, pursing his lips and frankly said, "I like it very much."

Lin Mian knew that Que Qingyan brought herself here to let her integrate into his social circle. She wished she could be bored with him all the time without disturbing Que Qingyan, how could she not get used to it.

Not to mention that Que Qingyan did not neglect her at all during the chat, and took care of her feelings throughout the whole process.

In a trance, Lin Mian's cheeks iced, and the fine snow grains quietly melted on the warm skin.

I don't know when it started to snow.

The two stopped staying, Lin Mianquilt Que Qingyan held hands and walked along the path to the parking lot.

She raised her eyes to look at Que Qingyan's sharp profiled face, then cast a distracted glance at her lowered eyes, her heart moved unconvincingly.

In the hands held by the two, the ring between their fingers was reflecting the lustrous light in the dark blue sky.

The time of ten years of secret love is like walking through a gap, and finally settled in a hand-in-hand gesture. It is the years of Duan Fuguang and glimpse of the shadows, leaving a deep and sincere heart.

What Que Qingyan said that day returned to Lin Mian's mind.

They still have a lifetime, enough to get to know each other and stay together for a long time.

...

but.

To understanding……

"Que Qingyan," Lin Mian flashed the topic of divorce during the dinner, and couldn't help but whispered, "I was just thinking about premarital phobia..."

Que Qingyan turned his face to look at Lin Mian when he heard the words. Hearing her voice became nervous, he continued to ask, "Are you afraid?"

Afraid of the change of lifestyle, the change of the way of getting along, or fear of other aspects...

He didn't answer the question: "Will you?"

Lin Mian shook his head: "No."

How could she be afraid of...

Que Qingyan narrowed his eyes to look at her, and said in a thoughtful tone: "I'll be afraid."

Lin Mian is even more nervous.

She was worried, and said to her, would Que Qingyan be anxious? He will be afraid and feel insecure...

Although most of Cheng Ze's words cannot be listened to, the sentence "potential hidden dangers must be dealt with before marriage" is the truth. Lin Mian's heartbeat was frightened, and suddenly felt that he had a heavy responsibility, and asked softly, "Afraid of...what?"

Que Qingyan looked calm and calm, and returned calmly:

"Fear within."

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