Zhong Cheng's first thought was, who sent this woman, the problem is, Jiang Rin, who has always been respectful of women at all, turned out to be-

"And the big guy is so wrong today, he even shot at a guest." The little brother said tremblingly.

Although Jiang Rin is the boss behind him, he rarely appears in the casino except for trading, let alone doing things with others in the casino, and his usual deeds are hidden.

Zhong Cheng, who realized that things were not simple, didn't plan to startle the snake, maybe Jiang Rin thought so too.

However, it is not the same as Zhong Cheng's old and calculating ideas.

Jiang Rin was really stunned.

He thinks so himself.

After carrying Lan Qing back to his house defenselessly, he couldn't recognize himself for a moment.

Lan Qing was gently rested on the bed by him, and she rolled into a ball when she touched the soft quilt, and her face was smeared with a layer of crimson after being drunk, and her body was slightly curled up, like a butterfly about to break the chrysalis.

Jiang Rin sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and gently stroked her soft hair, and pulled a strand of hair that fell in front of her cheek and pinned it behind her ear.

Very familiar action.

Jiang Rin didn't even realize why he was doing this to her, his body instinct had already taken the lead.

Jiang Rin restrained his hand back, sat on the bed, covered his sad forehead, something was torturing him in the dark, he clenched his hands tightly, pinching his nails white.

Since ten years ago, many times he can't tell whether he is dreaming or real, is Lan Qing's appearance real? Did the woman who committed suicide in the dream really exist? Is it someone he loved?

Thinking of this, Jiang Rin felt that his brain was about to explode, he pressed his temples tightly, sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, barely separated a little sober mind, and looked at Lan Qing who was sleeping soundly.

If she's real......

Then he will never let her go again, whether it is life or death, it is the same.

The next day, the sky was fine, the morning light shone through the tulle curtains on the wooden floor, reflecting to the ceiling, Lan Qing was hangover, and her head hurt a lot, she frowned, yawned sleepily, stretched her waist, and turned over to find that Jiang Rin, who had been staring at her all night, was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Rin looked at her with sharp eyes and a cold air, which frightened her to wake up all of a sudden, she got up suddenly, glanced down at the clothes on her body, and showed a polite but embarrassing smile on her face.

"Hmm...... You're the good-looking guy you were yesterday, thank you, or I'd be sleeping on the streets. Lan Qing thanked him with a smile.

Jiang Rin never changed his expression, he didn't intend to let Lan Qing leave at all, but he didn't intend to dwell on whether she was the woman in the dream.

In short, this night, he confirmed that Lan Qing really appeared.

Wouldn't it be nice if it appeared?

Jiang Rin finally showed a sneer at the corner of his lips, he knew that many people had revealed the portraits of the women he had drawn, but this time, they actually sent the real ones over crookedly, regardless of whether Lan Qing appeared voluntarily or was sent over.

At least this time, she couldn't go.

"Thank you, you always have to show it, right?" There was no temperature in Jiang Rin's eyes, as if he had quenched ice.

Lan Qing shrank on the other side of the bed, and when she heard this, her deer-like eyes turned around, looked at Jiang Rin, and asked bluntly, "Do you want to roll the sheets?" So why didn't you do it yesterday? ”

Jiang Rin didn't look at her all the time, and he was even more afraid that when he saw her eyes, he would completely lose his mind.

“…… No. ”

"What's that? Do you want money? ”

Jiang Rin shook his head, he stood up, slowly walked to the curtain, and opened it, the dazzling sunlight fell on him, from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, to his straight body, the outline was softened by the golden sunlight.

At that moment, Lan Qing seemed to see the shadow of the young man many years ago.

"Marry me."

Lan Qing was slightly stunned.

Without hearing Lan Qing's response, Jiang Rin turned around and finally met Lan Qing's line of sight, and his dark eyes were dark and complicated.

Word by word, I can't help but say it.

"Marry me."