Marriage is not sex: Husband loves so fiercely

Cheng Ruoke looked at her phone, she wanted to reply some messages.After reading the drawing sent by Fan Yan, she couldn't help shaking her head again. It's so late now, Fan Yan doesn't seem to have any inspiration yet.The painted works seem to be missing something.

She quickly replied with a message: "It's very late now, go to bed first, and you will be refreshed tomorrow."

Fan Yan was still racking her brains, she bit her lip tightly, she just couldn't come up with a perfect drawing tonight, so she didn't need to go to sleep!This is her minimum requirement for herself.

She replied indifferently: "You are working hard on drawing. But you persuade me to go to sleep?"

Cheng Ruoke naturally knew Fan Yan's intentions, and she didn't want to refute the other party, but Cheng Ruoke was still a little unhappy after receiving the news.

So she replied: I will go to bed first, and you should go to bed as soon as possible, so that the inspiration will not be dispelled by fatigue.

When Fan Yan received the reply, her face froze suddenly. What did she mean?
She kindly showed Cheng Ruoke her own drawings, but she never expected Cheng Ruoke to have such a lukewarm attitude.

——On the surface, she just wanted to humbly search for some experience and lessons, but in fact, she wanted to shock Cheng Ruoke with her ability, but Cheng Ruoke, who just read her new work, didn't respond at all.

Since she treats herself like this, don't blame her for being rude!

Fan Yan didn't want to admit at all that she hated the new director even more after seeing Cheng Ruoke's relationship with her so well.And the little sprout in my heart began to grow wantonly because of a little jealousy.

She couldn't resist the thoughts in her heart, just like she couldn't control herself not to be jealous of Cheng Ruoke.

Cheng Ruoke put away her phone, and her last gaze fell on the address book. She didn't reply a single message to Mrs. Chen, because she was afraid that she would be reluctant.

Although she didn't have much contact with Mrs. Chen, she really felt her kindness and simplicity. Even towards that annoying guy Zhan Leyan, Mrs. Chen was as gentle as a mother, and she didn't mind Zhan Leyan's ignorance at all.

She is a great mother - this makes Cheng Ruoke, who lost her mother since childhood, even more unbearable.

"Hmph, you still want to fight with me!" Fan Yan thought that Cheng Ruoke didn't reply because she was afraid of her message, so she snorted coldly and rolled her eyes again. Forget it, she'd better get up tomorrow morning to make up the manuscript.

Cheng Ruoke began to flip through her suitcase, laying the suitcase flat on the ground, and gently unzipped the chain.

It was night and it was quiet, but as long as one moved, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be caught immediately.

Cheng Ruoke can only be more careful, she doesn't want to alarm Xiang Ling, she must be very tired after following her all day today, let her have a good rest, so that she can continue working with full energy tomorrow.

Otherwise, the girl would yell again that she didn't have enough rest at night and wanted to doze off in the office.

Cheng Ruoke paused, feeling that it was still so quiet outside, she felt relieved, and took out a diary from the box.

It was something from her childhood.

Her childhood memories, except for this book that she can depend on for life, there is nothing else, and she didn't feel much of her father's tenderness in her childhood, let alone now—her father wants to send herself to a To go to a good family is to send her to someone else's home as if it were a commodity.

It doesn't matter whether Cheng Ruoke is willing or not.

Fortunately, Zhan Leyan didn't care much about her, otherwise, she would not be having a good time today, but she believed that after losing her, Zhan Leyan wouldn't care too much, even, he might have other people soon It's good for a woman, so I won't be too idle to think about her.

She didn't expect to be remembered by Zhan Leyan.

Thinking of this, she felt a sore nose, as if something was about to burst out of her eyes, she was a little panicked, she didn't want others to see her like this...

Xiang Ling was tossing and turning on the bed.Suddenly, she heard another rustling sound, but it just disappeared all of a sudden.

"Hmph." Xiang Ling snorted coldly, could it be that Wangcai wanted to steal snacks?This little bastard is really tired of living!

She quietly pushed open the door, and felt that the voice was not coming from downstairs, she panicked for a moment, could it be that...

"Bang." Xiang Ling quickly opened the door in front of her. Sure enough, there was a person squatting on the ground in the room, reaching out and touching something.

"Little Ruoke?"

"Huh?" Cheng Ruoke suddenly admired herself a little. She put the mask on her face indiscriminately. She didn't even know if it was right on her nose. She turned around slowly.

"Oh my god! What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Xiang Ling backed away in fright, and was about to turn on the light in the room when she was stopped by a vague sentence.

"Don't! The mask I put on will be sensitive to light..."

"Okay, don't scare me... I thought it was a thief..."

"Hmm! I'm sorry... Did I disturb you? I just want to try this gift mask. You should go and rest, and you will be refreshed tomorrow."

Xiang Ling nodded, staring at Cheng Ruoke's face, she felt that her tone of voice was a bit strange, but she didn't think much about it.

It seems that Ruo Ke is going to see Director Gu in order to have a good face the next day, so she only needs to apply a mask at night...

Xiang Ling chuckled, and slowly closed the door.

After there was no movement outside the door, Cheng Ruoke threw away the mask paper and wiped off the sticky face. I don't know if it was the essential oil of the mask or the tears on her face...

She could only use the excuse of putting on a mask to send away her good friend... She didn't want that girl Xiang Ling to worry...

In fact, she is not as weak as she imagined, but now when she thinks of some sad things, she can't control her tears.

But she is not as strong as she imagined...

At night, the city loses the hustle and bustle of the day, and the night lights are bright, but they can't give people a little warmth in their hearts.

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Ling Fan took a deep breath, but the smile in the corner of his eyes couldn't be suppressed.

Ling Fan stretched out his hand to open the window, and his slender fingers with well-articulated bones rested on the glass reflecting his own shadow. He chuckled softly, and the self in the mirror smiled at him.

This is him.

He turned around again, and the beating lights cast shadows on his tall back.

Ling Fan picked up the photo frame on the table, it was obviously very inconspicuous, but there was still a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Of the two boys in the photo, one is Zhan Leyan. His temperament does not match his age. There seems to be a hint of disdain in his eyes, but the wisdom between his brows can be seen at a glance.

And the little boy beside him was just in contrast to him, with red lips and white teeth, a bright smile, and eyes bent into crescents.

Only Ling Fan knew that at that time, Zhan Leyan was dragged by himself to take a photo together. They had just met, but Zhan Leyan had always been cold to him, and only later did he know that he was like this to everyone.

Over time, he and Zhan Leyan also developed a tacit understanding. As he grew older and opened his mind, many things became different.

Since when did he notice a little girl playing the piano behind them? Although she was far away from the camera, Ling Fan knew that her performance was unparalleled that day. The crowd watched but remained silent, using his own strength to conquer everyone.

Cheng Xu must have loved Cheng's daughter very much, at least at that time.

His thoughts seemed to drift back to when he was young. Some people may have forgotten the things in his memories, but he always remembered that there might be something similar to fate...

Just at this time.

"Bang. Ling Fan's mother pushed open the door. She looked at Ling Fan who was facing her in astonishment, and then she smiled calmly, "Fan, drink this glass of milk. "

Ling Fan looked at the milk in his mother's hand, it was still warm, steaming continuously.

"it is good."

"Fan, is there something wrong with you?"

"Mom, don't worry, you can go to rest first, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble today."

Ling's mother stepped forward and patted Ling Fan's shoulder lightly, "You child, when did you become so sentimental? Who am I? It's your mother, why would I despise you for trouble? The big boy who was so drunk carried it home and didn't say anything."

As Ling Fan said so, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he nodded.

But seeing her son so silent, she couldn't help but feel a little worried, and frowned slightly.

Could it be that his son is troubled by his marriage?It's just that this wasn't her original intention, but it's time for Fan to start a family, so things like establishing a career can be put aside and taken slowly, but she can't wait for this matter...

She stared into Ling Fan's eyes, and couldn't help sighing, her eyes were full of kindness, she looked at her handsome and tall son, and said: "When did that person who chased after his mother all day grow so tall..."

"Mom, in fact, I have my own ideas about my own marriage, so I don't need you to worry about it for me."

Ling Fan's words are clear enough, he doesn't need anyone to disturb his private affairs, including blind date, he won't go there, and he won't need anyone to introduce someone in the future.It's just his mother's kindness, and he doesn't want to let it down.It's just a matter of his life, and he doesn't want others to control it.

Because he always adopted an indifferent attitude, Ling Fan's mother knew about it, so she didn't care so much. The child was hot on the outside and cold on the inside, and he still couldn't listen to his own opinions.

Ling Fan gritted his teeth tightly. Even though he knew that his words were not that important to his mother, and his mother would never take them to heart, he would still continue with his thoughts.

Ling's mother just touched Ling Fan's shoulder lightly, and didn't say anything more. The Ling family has no shortage of talents, let alone talents with both appearance and talent.His son needs to be recognized by others, he needs a woman who is right for him
Her good son can't be bullied by others, can't be looked down upon, she can't see him suffering, but there's nothing he can do about it.