After sending He Caocao, Li Rui and Chen Qinglian went home together.

After entering the house, Li Rui sighed: You have been working overtime in the company this week, and it is rare that one day we are both at home.

Chen Qinglian said lightly: Didn’t you do the same before?

Li Rui was stunned, and the words in Chen Qinglian's diary suddenly appeared in his mind.

Wait for him, wait for him, wait for him

It turns out that good things are rewarded with good things, and evil things are rewarded with evil things. It is not that the time has not come. Every night that Li Rui feels very lonely is the days that Chen Qinglian has spent.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant, and Li Rui didn't know what to say. In the past, he turned on the computer and realized that it was Saturday and the magnesium stocks were also stopped.

He thought about it, took out a USB flash drive from his portable bag and inserted it into the computer, and played several audio files inside.

It is a few small songs that Wan Qian just recorded. It is a little rough, but when the music flows, it will give people a very wonderful feeling.

Wan Qian's voice is a bit cold, just like the recent weather in Haizhou, which often cloudy days give people a feeling of sadness and depression, but if you can experience it carefully, it will make people feel particularly quiet and down-to-earth.

Li Rui couldn't help but say: It would be great if it snowed today.

That’s right, Wan Qian’s singing is very suitable for snowy days. It would be even better if she could have another glass of hot wine.

Green ant fresh wine, red mud stove. It’s snowing in the evening, can you drink a glass of wine?

Chen Qinglian listened to a few words, and seemed to be touched.

These songs Li Rui gave to Wan Qian are suitable for people with experience and stories to listen to, and everyone can experience their own taste.

Whether it is self-pity or self-pity and love, people with stories are often lonely and need singing to accompany every lonely night.

Soon, Chen Qinglian changed her clothes and sat on the sofa, while Li Rui stood in front of the window, her eyes could not communicate, but her emotions rose and fell with the music.

Wan Qian's clean, lonely, cold voice, every word penetrates the barrier in her heart.

Li Rui regrets having arranged a film and television drama for her. If she was asked to concentrate on the music route, would she lose one actress on the screen and one more singer in the OST world in the future?

However, thinking of the inventory of songs in his mind, Li Rui wisely gave up this idea.

It is easy to find singers, but hard to find works.

Isn't it cold by the window? Chen Qinglian's voice suddenly came from behind, inserted into Wan Qian's singing, but it was not abrupt.

Li Rui thought for a while, turned around and walked over to sit down, and was less than a palm distance from her.

The two listened quietly to the song.

A long time later, Chen Qinglian said: Today is my birthday.

Uh? Li Rui was shocked, why didn’t he say it earlier?

He wanted to get up.

What are you doing? Chen Qinglian said in surprise.

Go and buy you a cake. Li Ruidao.

Chen Qinglian grabbed his sleeve: No cake, it feels good now.

A crescent smile hung on the corner of her mouth, which was a scenery that Li Rui hadn't seen in a long time.

Li Rui is not really twenty-five years old. After experiencing the wind and frost, he could guess the woman's thoughts and sat down again.

Chen Qinglian didn't say anything, but silently leaned half a palm away from Li Rui, and the two were almost stuck together.

They just leaned half-relied, and the world seemed to have support and their hearts found comfort.

It seems that I am no longer lonely.

It seems that life has meaning all of a sudden.

The singing stopped abruptly, and without the cover of the singing, Li Rui heard a fine breath coming from his ears. He turned his head slightly and saw Chen Qinglian's beautiful face, and the lotus flowers were in full bloom, but that's it.

It seemed as if he felt Li Rui peeking, Chen Qinglian turned his head boldly, his eyes facing each other, and time was as still as at this moment.

In her eyes, there was a beautiful look like autumn water, which was so gentle that it was heartbreaking.

Li Rui couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his heart was filled with indescribable karma.

But he didn't want to ignite this vague ambiguousness. He was not afraid of burning himself to death, but was afraid of hurting Chen Qinglian.

Why didn’t I say it earlier? I can prepare a birthday gift for you. Li Rui racked his brains to find a topic, hoping to dispel the damn atmosphere.

Chen Qinglian got closer, but she was closer, allowing Li Rui to easily smell the fragrance on her hair.

Confused and infatuated.

In 2010, fate was good enough for me, and I didn’t need any other birthday gifts. She said quietly.

I missed this year, and I will remember your birthday every year from now on. Li Ruidao.

Well. She didn't refuse or agree, but made a very light sound from her nose, like she was sleepy and like a child protected.

I don’t know when it started, but the distance between the two of them was gone. Li Rui’s arms gently surrounded Chen Qinglian’s waist, which was the closest contact they had ever met.

Li Rui couldn't help but think of Chen Qinglian doing yoga. She is almost thirty years old, but she doesn't even have any fat on her waist. I really don't know how she takes care of her.

This kind of woman is the most beautiful gift God has given to mankind. She is mature but slender, like a lotus that has just bloomed. It is plump and plump on the water, and there are only slender stems under the water.

The atmosphere is subtle, like sitting in a car with oil leakage smoking, and any small spark will set off a shocking flame.

But the phone rang, tearing apart the vague idea of ​​bursting out.

Li Rui glanced at it and said a little sorry: Zhu Xiaowu's phone number.

Chen Qinglian's face turned slightly red and she owed her body, asking Li Rui to pull out his arm to answer the phone.

Zhu Xiaowu called and had some ideas about the development of Green Field Culture and spoke with relish.

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Chen Qinglianyao looked at Li Rui and felt that fate was really wonderful. What day was the October when did Li Rui come? It will be two months in another week?

She still remembered that when she first saw Li Rui, she didn't take it seriously, but just regarded it as a nouveau riche who won the lottery.

She has seen too many nouveau riche, so she never thought that Li Rui would completely change her destiny.

In fact, I haven't known each other for a long time and it's not time to recall the past, but Chen Qinglian finally understood what the ancients said, "A day is like three autumns."

Chen Qinglian is not a teenage girl anymore. She has been in love, got married and divorced, and is no longer a time when she is desperate for her relationship.

She doesn't expect or despair. She knows that there are many beautiful girls around Li Rui, and she knows that she can't have too many, but sometimes the relationship can't be controlled when it comes.

If he wants, I can.

She felt that she was going to become a bad woman, but if it was for Li Rui, she could become worse.

Zhu Xiaowu, who was confused about the charm, talked for a long time. After Li Rui answered the phone, he found that Chen Qinglian was already asleep.

Curled up on the sofa, sleeping sweetly without any warning.

Li Rui sat next to her, covered her with a blanket, and stared at her long eyelashes.
Chapter completed!