Duan Lang would rather believe that the sea will wither, the stone will rot, the iron tree will bloom, and the horse will grow horns...... I absolutely don't believe that such a sentence came out of Han Jianing's mouth. This woman is too arrogant, too cold, too cold-blooded. They have known him for so long, and they have never looked at him squarely, but at this moment, they would actually say such a sentence? Duan Lang didn't have any other skills, but he was very good at observing words and feelings.

Did he have a problem with his ears? Looking at Han Jianing's expression, Duan Lang felt a little uncertain in his heart.

"Don't say good things twice. Looking at Duan Lang's anxious appearance, Han Jianing, who had always been arrogant and indifferent, actually felt a little smug in his heart, but he still said with a straight face.

"No, I didn't hear it clearly. Duan Lang's face was full of innocence, and his eyes were full of longing.

"That's your own business, what does it have to do with me?" Han Jianing pursed his lips and asked.

"Wife, how can this be said to be my own business?" Duan Lang said bitterly. "But the two of us are living a life, every decision you make is also related to the future of the two of us, oops, my good wife, kiss my wife, you say it again. ”

To deal with women is to carry forward the spirit of the older generation of revolutionaries, to be soft and hard, and to be brazen!

"Don't come with me. Han Jianing said lightly. "Your trick may be effective for those little girls outside, but for me, it doesn't work. ”

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Duan Lang immediately said loudly when he heard this. "Who are you, you are my Duan Lang's wife, the goddess in the hearts of Jianing International and even the men of the entire Rongcheng, those little girls outside who grab a lot of them, can compare with you? I'm afraid that ten hundred little girls can't match one of your toes at all." ”

Duan Lang was righteous and indignant, aiming to correct Han Jianing's mistakes. Who would have thought that after he finished speaking, maybe it was because his voice was too loud, maybe because the momentum was too fierce, or maybe because his expression was too sincere, which made the big beauty Han Jianing stunned for a while, staring at Duan Lang with an incredible face.

Even if he knew that Duan Lang was duplicitous, it was true, it was the truth. With her Han Jianing's beauty and temperament, graceful and luxurious, in this Rongcheng, how many people can compare? It's just that Han Jianing is a low-key person who never likes to show off her face. If she also likes to socialize, likes to act on the spot, and likes to show her head, Duan Lang fully believes that as long as Han Jianing hooks her fingers, she is afraid that the city will be full of males, and she will be overwhelmed.

There are beautiful women in Rongcheng, peerless and independent. One cares about the city, then the country, and the people's hearts.

The beauty rolls the beaded curtain and sits deeply on the eyebrows.

"Duan Lang, don't talk nonsense. Duan Lang's words, although Han Jianing's heart was extremely beautiful, he still pretended to be angry and scolded.

"What is nonsense?" Duan Lang was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and leaned closer to Han Jianing, and inadvertently, Han Jianing grabbed her white hand, pinched it carefully, and then put it on his chest. "Every word of mine is from the bottom of my heart, the sky is the proof, the sun and the moon are the mirror, and my heart can be expressed. ”

Duan Lang's sudden movement made Han Jianing feel stunned in his heart, the two of them got along so closely, and their hearts were also beating very nervously, and he slowly withdrew the slender hand like an onion root from Duan Lang's hand, and said, "Duan Lang, enough is enough......"

"What, wife, don't you believe me?" Duan Lang asked. "In my Duan Lang's life, although most of the time I was not serious, but just now, I was really communicating with you with my heart, and I have never been as serious as I was just now when I grew so big. ”

"Duan Lang, how do you tell me to believe you?" Biting the sandalwood belly, the pair of crests in Han Jianing's chest were rising and falling because of the apprehension and nervousness in his heart.

"Huh. Looking at Han Jianing's expression, Duan Lang chuckled, slowly stood up, lazily took out a cigarette, leaned against the wall, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and sucked it in a chic and cold manner. "In your heart, I'm just a prodigal son, except for spending all day drinking and swaggering and cheating, what else can I do and say good things?"

"Duan Lang, no. Duan Lang's words were full of desolation and despair, I don't know whether it was true feelings or casual words, but listening to Han Jianing's ears, Han Jianing's heart was suddenly messy.

The cutting is continuous, and the rationalization is still messy.

That infinite sorrow, even if Han Jianing wanted to reason about it at this time, he couldn't figure it out at all.

All along, it was her own arrogance, her own reserve, and her own established cognition that made her make a wrong judgment about Duan Lang? Han Jianing was full of uncertainty and disbelief. In short, such a result is not the result she wants. Just now, Han Jianing really wanted to have a serious talk with Duan Lang. Who knows, as we talk, the topic has changed? I had never cared about Duan Lang's feelings for Han Jianing before, but at this moment, for some reason, I suddenly cared about Duan Lang's feelings......

Even if he goes in and out of the bar all day, indulging in flowers...... In the past few months, where has she regarded him as her husband, she has simply been a hostile force, and she has been cold-eyed all day long, glaring angrily, and disgusted to the core, and over time it has become a habit.

"I understand. Seeing that Han Jianing wanted to explain, Duan Lang was the first to speak. "What is my own image, I know in my heart, my spouse is not on you, it's late, rest early, I'll go sleep in the living room. ”

"Duan Lang, it's not like this. Han Jianing hurriedly stayed, quickly got up, and walked in front of Duan Lang. "Duan Lang, I know, it may be my words, or a certain action that hurts your heart, but please believe it, I really don't know it on purpose, I just said, if you really like me, I can't accept you. ”

"Huh?" Duan Lang was startled, staring at Han Jianing with inconclusive certainty. "Wife, you, what you said is true?"

"Yes. Facing Duan Lang's gaze, Han Jianing nodded lightly.

"Then how are you willing to accept me?" Duan Lang continued to ask. Up and down the body, a strong desire that has never been felt before, continues to rise. Duan Lang really didn't expect that one day, Han Jianing would have such a change.

"I'll give you a year, and within a year, if you can reach the level that satisfies me, I will accept you, from the heart, from the heart, for real. Han Jianing said seriously.