Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

The boiling water in her hand was already cold, and Zhen Qi put the cup on the table. She thought about the relationship between Lin Miaolan and Song Yu, but what he thought was not such unrequited love before he had time to say it. Only those who have won Song Yu's eyes will have that kind of warmth, and what they can't get will always be the most precious. This is the same for men all over the world.

"Finally, how did Song Yu and Lin Miaolan reunite." Zhen Qi spoke slowly, but as soon as she said the word "reunion", Zhen Qi's heart suddenly contracted, "reunion" Lin Miaolan The bar in the bar is called "Reunion". Does that mean she is "Reunion" with Song Yu?Sure enough, Song Yu was still in Lin Miaolan's heart, so what was she like, an awkward existence between the two of them.

"Zhen Qi, don't think about it. In fact, my brother met Lin Miaolan in the fifth month after returning to China, and now I can guarantee that he likes you." Chihiro saw through Zhen Qi's thoughts at a glance and took a sip of water. After that, I slowly told the story that Zhenqi didn't know.

Meeting Lin Miaolan this time was no accident.

Not long after Song Yu returned to China, Song's father became ill and passed away. After Song Yu took over the company from his father, he began to renew the company's management system. In order to forget some things and some people, Song Yu put all his thoughts on it. In the company.But one day the secretary opened the door and came in and told him that someone had called the company.

Song Yu, who was busy with so many things, reprimanded the secretary very dissatisfied. He had a lot of things to deal with, and he had to find time to answer some irrelevant calls.

Facing Song Yu's anger, the secretary just lowered his head and answered in a low voice; "The person on the phone said it was your friend in France, named Lin Miaolan, and I reported it to you because I didn't dare to be self-sufficient."

Lin Miaolan's name, which has been missing for three years, is so long that Song Yu thought that his heart would be calm when he heard her, but the truth is that even after 30 years, as long as he is still alive, as long as he hears this name, his heart will not be disturbed. Still trembling and rejoicing.

When Song Yu saw Lin Miaolan again, it was in a nearby French restaurant.

Lin Miaolan, who was sitting by the window, was wearing a brown windbreaker, with a Scottish-style scarf around her neck, her smooth long hair, fair and clear face, everything was what Song Yu remembered.

"Long time no see." Lin Miaolan looked at Song Yu and smiled slightly.

Even the smile didn't change, Song Yu's heart beat violently a few times, and after a long time, he slowly said, "Long time no see."

Song Yu thought that when he saw Lin Miaolan again, he would be excited and excited, and even speak incoherently, but in fact he just looked at her quietly, his frown and smile were all the same as before.

"The boy who was feeding the pigeons in the square in Paris back then turned out to be Song Jing's president. Song Yu, you gave me such a big surprise. If I hadn't seen you in a magazine, I really couldn't believe it."

Song Yu smiled lightly. He knew the magazine Lin Miaolan was talking about. At the beginning, it was just a perfunctory interview. He didn't expect that this magazine would become the key to seeing Lin Miaolan again.

"Where have you been all these years?" Song Yu didn't want to worry about that any more, now he wanted to know every bit of Lin Miaolan's three years, whether he thought about himself.

"Traveling around the world, seeing animals migrating on the African savannah, visiting the Temple of Olympus in Greece, watching the sunset on the Nile River in Egypt, and finally returning to China." Lin Miaolan stirred the coffee gently.

"Are you alone?" Although it is inappropriate to ask this way, Song Yu now really wants to know if there is another person who witnessed these beautiful scenery with him.

"No."

Song Yu's hand holding the coffee shook slightly, and finally forced a smile: "I wish you happiness."

As long as you are happy.

"I broke up with him." Lin Miaolan smiled lightly.Looking at the surprised eyes, he took a deep breath; "Do you still remember the question I asked you that night in Paris when it snowed?"

"I remember." Song Yu nodded. He remembered everything Lin Miaolan said, but he didn't want to, but it didn't mean he had forgotten it.

"I met him in Switzerland. He is French, a nobleman, and has a fiancée, but I like him, and he likes me, so we are together. After so much, he still listens to his family. Arrange to go back and marry the daughter of the manor owner." Lin Miaolan's voice was very flat, as if she was telling someone else's story, but Song Yu's heart was full of mixed feelings, and she didn't look at Lin Miaolan until she knew it for a long time Slowly said: "Do you still have contact with him now?"

"No." Lin Miaolan pushed back her forehead hair, "He has already left me, so I won't participate in his life anymore."

"I think I can also go with you to see those scenery together." Song Yu gently stirred the coffee and looked at Lin Miaolan, the tenderness in his eyes turned into ripples like water.

"Did Lin Miaolan agree?" Zhen Qi could no longer control herself after hearing this, and interrupted Qian Xun's words.

"Of course I agree."

"Then why are you not together? Is it because of family status?"

"No." Qianxun took a sip of water: "Lin Miaolan left by herself."

"Ah?" Zhenqi exclaimed, thinking she had heard wrong.

Song Yu and Lin Miaolan are together, and everyone in the company knows that the boss is sick when he falls in love, because people who are immersed in love always have sweet smiles on their faces, and everyone is blessing him, Just when Song Yu was preparing for her own wedding, Lin Miaolan proposed to break up.

It was still the same restaurant, but when they met, it was the late autumn fairy but the hot summer. Song Yu looked at Lin Miaolan who was sitting in front of him in a bohemian dress, and all the blood in his body froze.

"Miao Lan, what did you say?"

"I said let's break up." Lin Miaolan buried her head and stirred the coffee.

"Why?" Song Yu took Lin Miaolan's hand: "You are joking, right?"

Lin Miaolan gently withdrew her hand: "Song Yu, I'm serious, let's break up, you've been busy all the time, and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one talking about this relationship, Song Yu, I'm with you, I don't feel love, you know?"

"I can't feel love." Zhen Qi whispered Lin Miaolan's words softly. Yes, a man like Song Yu is always so domineering and unreasonable. A delicate woman like Lin Miaolan will naturally be like this Thinking, but why can I feel Song Yu's goodness? Zhen Qi shook her head lightly, and in order to dispel this terrible thought, she took the initiative to ask: "Then the last."

"In the end—the wedding was cancelled, Lin Miaolan didn't leave but opened a bar, and then my brother seemed to be a different person, but when he met you, he returned to him a long time ago, so Zhenqi is you changed him."