Chapter 223

Marriage or something.

What the hell is he talking about.

Shen Qinghuan's rotating fingertips stop on the back of Lu Ziheng's hand. Lu Ziheng clasps Shen Qinghuan's little hand with his backhand. He pulls people into his arms for the second time, "little girl. But if you always tease me like this, you can't do it. "

The air is quiet, only the rustling sound of ginkgo trees in the old Hutong can be heard.

Lu Ziheng hugged Shen Qinghuan for a long time, and his excitement just faded away.

God knows how happy he is when the little girl says she wants a love that will never break up.

Lu Ziheng still remembers that not long after ye Lanzhi and Lu Zhenting got married, they were very depressed.

Every night after drinking, ye Lanzhi always beat Lu Ziheng. At the beginning, when he cried, ye Lanzhi always pointed to his nose and scolded him for pretending to be a fool, just like that flirtatious father.

Later, when Lu Ziheng's tears dried up, he gradually learned to lick his wounds alone in the dead of night. Knowing that he kept Lu Zhenting's photo, ye Lanzhi found scissors to scratch the face hysterically.

It was at that moment that little Lu Ziheng seemed to understand that ye Lanzhi was not cutting Lu Zhenting's photos. What she was so proud of was her unspeakable past.

When ye Lanzhi is drunk and unconscious, he always holds Lu Ziheng's hand and says that rich people don't have a good thing, and love is not a good thing.

Later, she stopped drinking. It seemed that she suddenly realized something. She quit her job and sold her property. She had to bring her family to the imperial capital.

But every inch of land and money in the imperial capital has always been full of people from outside.

On the surface, ye Lanzhi seems to be no different from every migrant worker in Beipiao. She works actively every day. That's why Lu Ziheng feels that she might as well vent her unhappiness.

After that, he foolishly smashed all the money he earned on his uncle who couldn't get on the stage.

Lu Zhenting never showed up in their mother's life. It's like a neighbor in a small city who accidentally asks where his father is before they move. Yelanzhi's answer is dead.

The other side was so tongue tied that they didn't continue to ask.

Maybe it's better for those who don't get in touch when they say they're dead.

Lu Zhenting's business is getting bigger and bigger. Although Lu Ziheng doesn't know to what extent, he just saw him on the city billboard and watched him become someone else's father from a distance. He pretended to meet him countless times, but he didn't recognize him once.

His parents' failed marriage had become an indelible scar in his heart.

If it wasn't for Shen Qinghuan, maybe Lu Ziheng didn't want to love, get married and have children in his life.

She used to be the only light in his dark years. Now his light is wrapped around him and makes the lost lacrimal gland return.

Lu Ziheng's eyes were warm.

Shen Qinghuan didn't know what sad past Lu Ziheng had remembered. She patted him on the shoulder with her hand.

Perhaps at this moment, a thousand words are worth no more than a silent hug.

After a long time, Lu Ziheng let Shen Qinghuan go. He gave her a smile: "take you to the library?"

"Well?"

Even if the two have established a relationship, Shen Qinghuan knows that if Lu Ziheng doesn't want to mention the secrets in his heart, he may be misunderstood because of his improper tone.