The Lover Under the Rose (2) (for the Basilis Diamond Plus Change)
But Qiao Yan disagreed, and there was nothing he could do about it. He shouldn't have forced her, he knew that there were many things hidden in her heart, and although she had amnesia, what happened back then left an indelible shadow on her. He could only wait patiently, and if he was in a hurry, he would scare her away.
"I've never dreamed of marrying you, really." Qiao Yan replied, "But not now, there are some things that I have to figure out first." ”
"What, can I help?" Wei Chihong asked sincerely.
Qiao Yan's heart trembled, how could she speak, she couldn't tell him, she wanted to know who the man was seven years ago. She rolled her shoulder, her head resting on his arm, skimming past the conversation. "We haven't even met the parents on either side."
Yu Chihong took advantage of the situation and hugged her. "This is easy to do, and when the Spring Festival comes, I will take you to the Philippines to meet my parents."
"The Philippines?" Qiao Yan was surprised, this was the first time she had heard him mention his parents.
"They have been living in the Philippines and have not been back for many years. After my sister's accident, they were scared of the situation. Yu Chihong hugged her tighter, "Li Shuhua told me, she told you about Xiao Xuan. ”
"Don't blame her, she's for our good." Qiao Yan explained anxiously.
"I know." Yu Chihong turned his head sideways, his lips touching hers, "I should be grateful to her, thanks to her, we had a beautiful and unforgettable night." ”
Qiao Yan's face, which had finally cooled down, became hot again. "Your parents...... Will they like me? ”
"You should trust my vision, I like it, how could they not like it." Wei Chihong replied calmly.
Qiao Yan carefully explored this sentence and believed his vision? It means that if he picks her, his vision will definitely be fine, so his parents will also agree with his vision? This man is a little too arrogant, but she just likes him. As her mind turned, her eyes were full of serenity and contentment.
Her careful thinking, how could she hide from Yu Chihong's eyes. "That's it." He was sure of her compromise, "I will try to get a few days off, and then we will go to the Philippines first, and then we will attend Professor Lu's wedding when we come back." We took over the work of the best man and bridesmaid together, so it is good to familiarize yourself with the process in advance. ”
"Okay," Qiao Yan agreed obediently. Whether it's to meet his parents, she also hopes to learn more about his family and truly integrate into his life.
"What about you, when are you going to take me to meet your parents?" Wei Chihong took the opportunity to make a request.
Qiao Yan leaned her head on his shoulder and said softly, "My mother may come back in the middle of this year, and you will see you then." ”
"Where's your dad?" Wei Chihong asked tentatively.
Qiao Yan's body stiffened, as if something was exploding in her ears, and her mind was buzzing.
Wei Chihong hurriedly grabbed her head with his hand, gently comforting. He understood the crux of her problem, which must have something to do with her father. Red, is the color of blood! He couldn't suppress it, and a thin layer of melancholy surged from the bottom of his heart. Frowning slightly, he turned his head to the side and sighed silently.
Qiao Yan's emotions gradually calmed down, and her arms wrapped around Yu Chihong, not around a body, but around a world.
"Does it still hurt?" Yu Chihong's hand gently patted her, and he was referring to a headache.
But Qiao Yan would be mistaken, thinking that he was talking about the place that he had ravaged just now, and snorted slightly aggrieved. "It still hurts...... You're too bad. ”
Wei Chihong was slightly stunned before he reacted, quickly sat up, and lifted the quilt. "Let me see."
"Don't look." Qiao Yan curled up her legs, ashamed to let him look directly.
But he couldn't help but drag her legs and separate them, and when he saw that she was a little red and swollen, he blamed himself in annoyance. He covered her with the quilt, got out of bed with quick movements, and began to dress.
"Where are you going?" Qiao Yan saw that he was wearing a coat, and couldn't help but be surprised, could it be that he was going to the autopsy room in the middle of the night to see the corpse again?
"Go buy ointment." Wei Chihong's tone was light, but it was difficult to hide his pity for her.
Qiao Yan's face turned red instantly, and she said, "No need...... Tomorrow will be fine. ”
"You go to bed first, I'll be back soon." Yu Chihong dressed up and went out.
Qiao Yan was lying on the bed, her mind was chaotic, and she didn't even turn off the light, so she fell asleep tiredly. In a daze, the warm breath lingered on the tip of her nose, someone gently kissed her face, and then the close-fitting small panties were slowly removed. She was startled, her eyelids were too heavy to lift, but she instinctively resisted.
"I'll put medicine on you, don't move." Wei Chihong coaxed in a low voice.
Qiao Yan quieted down, feeling his fingers rubbing carefully on her private parts, and then slowly reaching in, bringing a burst of coolness and comfort. She let out a soft sigh of comfort and fell back asleep.
Early in the morning, Qiao Yan woke up. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to search for the memories in her head, and the events of last night gradually returned to her mind: Yu Chihong's forced marriage, the fierce love that was almost out of control, and his gentle and considerate. She turned her eyes to the side, it was empty, and reached out to touch it, there was still residual warmth, he had just gotten up.
Qiao Yan propped herself up and opened the drawer of the bedside table to see what ointment he had applied to her last night. That drawer is dedicated to storing some urgently needed items. It's a cooling ointment with no irritation and side effects, and she doesn't feel pain anymore. Putting the thing back, her eyes fell on a small red and white box next to her, and it was red again, she was repulsed in her heart, but she couldn't help but be curious to pick it up and take a look, Durex Supreme Slim Large Condom, which had not been opened.
There was another box of the same in the drawer, 12 pieces, which had only been used for three nights and was basically empty.
She silently put things in place, closed the drawers, lay down again, turned over, and buried her hot face in the pillow. She really couldn't imagine how Yu Chihong hadn't touched a woman for so many years, obviously his desire and combat effectiveness were super strong.
Suddenly, a clear voice from outside shook Qiao Yan, making her involuntarily concentrate, and with a little disbelief in consternation, she listened attentively. It was the sound of a string of pianos, tinkling and dingdong, like a string of balls walking jade, and it spread out exquisitely. She subconsciously sat up and listened intently to the sound of the piano. The player is very skillful, and one after another the sound waves vividly jump in the early morning air.
She could hear it, the familiar melody was "The Lover Under the Rose", and something deeply shook her.
Yu Chihong sat in front of the piano, and on the music stand was his copy of the score of "The Lover Under the Rose". His long, powerful fingers landed on the keys, making a soft, graceful sound. His thoughts flew to the scene when he first met Qiao Yan many years ago:
On the early summer night when the roses are in full bloom, the shy buds quietly bloom, as white as snow and as pale pink. The rose flower wall is emerald green and colorful, and the fragrance of flowers is ethereal. Qiao Yan stood under the flower wall, petals sliding down from her hair, like a butterfly fluttering beautiful wings.
This piece is so in line with the picture and artistic conception of the year, when he listened to the ensemble of Shi Nara and Luo Yi for the first time in the concert hall, he couldn't help but feel excited. Everything was like a dream, time came full circle, and we returned to the original starting point. The girl he had been thinking about for many years was now living with him and was intimate. But she has long since lost the cheerful and carefree nature she used to be, and has even forgotten him completely.
There was a slight and small sound of footsteps behind him, and Qiao Yan came to his side, stopped quietly, and listened attentively.
At the end of the song, Qiao Yan applauded him from the bottom of her heart. "It's so good to play."
"Shi Nara is not a rapist. Do you remember when we saw a photo of him and Luo Yi in HelloKitty's Happy Castle? Shi Nara's smile in the photo is heartfelt and sincere, he really loves Luo Yi. I think the reason why he proposed it to Luo Yi later
broke up, the reason was not empathy, but that he knew his condition and didn't want to drag Luo Yi down. That's why when he played it for us that night, he played it with a sense of desolation and despair. Yu Chihong knew it in his chest.
"I also think it's not him, but the DNA comparison results are ......" Qiao Yan has always trusted her own judgment, but this time she is trapped by the results of scientific tests.
"I've asked Li Shuhua to re-test, and you'll understand then." Yu Chihong reached out and grabbed Qiao Yan and asked her to sit on his lap.
Qiao Yan took his hand and stroked it gently. "Your hands are so beautiful, like a pianist's hands."
"Really? My hands make you like it so much? Yu Chihong's voice was deep and seductive.
Qiao Yan's face immediately turned red, and she remembered how these hands were raging on her body last night.
"Are you feeling better?" Wei Chihong's questioning made her face even redder.
"Well," she buried her head low, "it doesn't hurt anymore." ”
Wei Chihong lowered his head, put his forehead against her forehead, and looked at hers. "I'll pay attention next time, it won't be like this again."
Qiao Yan's eyes widened, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito. "How did you survive the days when there were no women before?"
There was no response. She panicked, worried and irritated again.
When I looked up, I saw a smile on his face.