Chapter 917: He wanted to save the relationship, but she had

said nothing more.He took the check and hurried away. As he got into his car, he dialed Zhang Chongguang's number.He politely thanked him and politely called him Brother Chongguang.Then, he was going...Jiang Lan was taken aback.

He reached into the bedside table and took out a small square box. He didn't usually use it, but this time was different; she was going abroad to film and couldn't get pregnant temporarily.

Later, he looked at her flushed face under the lamplight.

He couldn't help but lean in and whisper into her ear, "When are we going to have a child"

Huo Jiao gently caressed his resolute face, her voice trembling slightly: "Jiang Lan, listen, do you think now is the right time Are you ready to be a father"

In his heart, the shadow of Song Qingqing's death still lingered.

Huo Jiao didn't think they were ready for a child...

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lan stiffened. His dark eyes stared at her, unfathomable, and then everything spiraled out of control...

He had never treated her like this before.

Satisfying, yet a bit rough. It's comfortable, but also kind of painful.

Afterward, Huo Jiao went for a bath. By the time she was done, it was already two in the morning. Jiang Lan wasn't in the bedroom, so she looked around and saw him on the balcony...

It was hot, so after finishing his work he simply threw on a thin yukata and leaned back on the cool sofa on the terrace. He held a cigarette between his long fingers, slowly taking puffs from it.

Jiang Lan rarely smoked at home, or rather, he rarely stayed at home.

Huo Jiao walked over and sat down beside him.

She tilted her head and looked at him, saying sincerely, "Why don't we get a divorce We can afford it, right Let's take a cool down period of one or two years after the divorce. You might find your red rose again, and I could find someone suitable for me too...There's really no need for us to live like this, awkwardly avoiding each other. After all, we were going to get married in the first place, weren't we"

Night wind, disperses the smoke from his fingertips.

He was enveloped in smoke, making his usually stoic face appear more enigmatic.

After a while, he smiled faintly: "Just got out of bed and already thinking about these things"

He clearly didn't want to talk.

< Huo Jiao didn't mean to say anything more, she got up: "Okay, I'll go to sleep first!" >

When Huo Jiao fell asleep, Jiang Lan only then remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask her when she was leaving... The next morning, as he looked at Huo Jiao's sleeping face, he wanted to wake her up and ask, but after some thought, he figured that this kind of thing usually took ten days and a half months, so he decided to wait until evening to ask.

But he didn't expect that Huo Jiao was on the 2 p.m. flight.

She has visa-free access.

When Huo Jiao woke up, Jiang Lan had already left the bed. She lay there for a while, her whole body still aching. To be honest, Jiang Lan wasn't a young man in his 20s anymore, but when he went wild, he was truly beastly!

She thought about it and sent him a WeChat message.

My 2 PM flight today, I'm going to sign a contract.

Jiang Lan happened to be in a meeting, he hung up his phone and didn't see it.

> At noon he wanted to take a break and didn't turn on his computer.

"It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon, after the meeting was over, that Mr. Jiang pulled him aside for a chat. He said that since they got married, he hadn't brought Huo Jiao back home for meals a few times: 'When your mother goes shopping, she always buys things for Huo Jiao. If you bring her back, your mother won't nag me.'"

Jiang Lan listened and smiled faintly, "Good! I'll get off work early tonight and take Huo Jiao home for dinner."

Then Mr. Jiang let him go.

But as an elder, he still advised his son: "Get along well with each other and be more considerate of your wife!"

Jiang Lan still smiled faintly.

Ginger's father left, he took his phone out of his pocket and opened it...

There are a few missed calls, and one WeChat message from Huo Jiao. She said her flight is at 2 p.m. this afternoon... Looking again, the missed calls were all from her.

But he kept his phone off...

Jiang Lan quickly dialed the number, but gave up after just dialing. Huo Jiao had already boarded the plane...

He sat there for a long time, slowly sinking down into the chair.

Actually, all this time, him being cold to her wasn't because he didn't like her, nor was it because he missed Song Qingqing. He just couldn't accept the blemishes in his life. He'd always been somewhat of a perfectionist.

But Song Qingqing died right before his eyes.

He couldn't quite accept that side of himself...ving. After she was dressed, he held her close, his expression and voice filled with pain: "Siqi, stop this!"Li Siqi did not speak.She just lay there quietly, shedding silent tears… She had nothing le...