Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Qin Yiling got married at the age of 28. The object of marriage was her classmate in junior high school. The two went around after going around for a few years.

The other students were quite surprised. After all, the two of them didn't have much contact with each other in junior high school, and Qin Yiling, the princess has a big temper, and she has to be accommodated in everything.

It seems that he has never been severely beaten by society.

But people have the life of a princess, what can outsiders say.

At the wedding ceremony, Qin Yiling smiled sweetly, and Lin Zhinan sent her off with tears in her eyes.

"Mom and Dad, I will be happy!"

Qin Yiling looked at everyone at the wedding scene, and finally said to Lin Zhinan and Qin Xun, that ordinary face was put on bridal makeup, and the foundation was placed here, it wasn't that amazing, and there was some kind of indescribable determination in her eyes.

What was contained in those eyes suddenly made Lin Zhinan feel a little strange, but he came back to his senses after a while.

After all, Qin Ting'an is an elder sister. Her younger sister got married and she came back. She is currently engaged in a top medical job abroad and is very busy. This time she had to turn down flights. Fortunately, Ji Yanli was with her.

How to say the relationship between two people, cannot be defined but is worth a thousand words.

"Happy newlyweds." Qin Ting'an nodded to her, his brows and eyes were cold and pure, and he had a natural atmosphere.

Qin Yiling smiled and took her husband's arm intimately: "Thank you sister."

The newlywed husband smiled politely at Qin Ting'an, and stretched out his hand: "Sister, long time no see."

They are also junior high school classmates, but they have little intersection.

Qin Ting'an briefly shook hands with him and nodded.

When exchanging rings and taking oaths, Qin Yiling said in his heart.

She'll be better off than anyone else.

This should be her destiny!
There is always a voice telling her that this is the right track, and Qin Ting'an is the supporting role in her life...

"I am willing." The newlywed husband looked at Qin Yiling, smiled slightly, and put on the ring for her.

Love or not, does it matter?As long as the Qin family can help him achieve success, marrying a vase is nothing.

Under the stage, Ji Yanli was dressed in a white suit, elegant and handsome, leaning on the back of the chair lazily, with his long legs crossed, he tilted his head and talked to Qin Ting'an: "This wedding dessert is not bad."

"Teacher Ji." Qin Ting'an said helplessly, imitating what his fans called him on the Internet, "You like desserts so much, why don't you just open a dessert shop?"

Ji Yanli smiled, put down the small cake, under the broken black hair, his long and narrow eyes were sharp and penetrating: "Some things, if they are overfilled, they will lose money."

He bowed his head, booked the plane ticket to go abroad, and listened quietly to the vows made at the wedding.

The profile of the face is shrouded in dreamy light and shadow, and the light and dark are intertwined, outlining a clear and meaningful outline.

It's like a picture scroll that never gets old.

Qin Ting'an looked at it and laughed, and stretched out his hand to stroke his hair: "Mr. Ji, you won't still look like this when I turn white-haired, will you? Don't let outsiders look at it, like my grandson. "

"Doctor Qin, are you complimenting me or scolding me?" Ji Yanli also addressed her politely, and smiled back. When he happened to raise his head, his eyes were filled with starlight, just like the shining moon.

Those distinct eyelashes make one's heart tremble slightly.

"Praise you." Qin Ting'an said.

Ji Yanli didn't say anything. When the wedding ceremony was over, it was time to leave. He held her shoulders and walked out. The winter chill poured into his breath, and the hot air he exhaled turned into a white mist, like all the joy and sorrow They were all buried in the winter of Yuncheng, turning into stories they had heard before.

He caught a snowflake with one hand, the lines on his palm were clear and distinct, and the blood vessels were light blue and clean.

Snowflakes will not melt in his palm.

"It's okay." He looked at her, "At that time, I will use snowflakes as white hair."

It was freezing cold, the two stood facing each other, Bai Xue wrapped around her hair, the distance was so close...

In this world, no one can tell what will happen in the future, when the sea tide will rise, and where the birds will fly.

Between people, they always meet and part, passing through your life in the name of passing by.

What others say and do, in the end, is just living yourself.

Qin Ting'an is always used to sitting on the steps alone and looking up at the moon in the sky.

Later, there was such a person who accompanied her in the spring morning and autumn evening, holding flowers and turning off the lights.