Jiang Lan never spoke from the beginning to the end of this blind date. She sat there quietly like an invisible person, listening to the two of them talking about her lifelong affairs.

Just married her out in a sloppy manner.

She didn't know why Lu Shengwen suddenly cared about her marriage, but he definitely didn't just do it for her good.

There must be other purposes.

Feng Qin poked Jiang Lan's arm. Seeing her lost expression, he was silent for a moment, then looked up at Lu Shengwen and said, "Uncle, can I talk to her alone?"

"Of course, this is the first time Mr. Feng has come to our Lu family? Lanlan, you can take Mr. Feng out for a walk."

Jiang Lan stood up, looked at Feng Qin with his head tilted, and then walked out first.

Feng Qin immediately followed, staring at Jiang Lan's slender back, feeling an inexplicable depression in his heart.

He could feel that Jiang Lan probably didn't want to marry him.

When he arrived in the yard, Jiang Lan kept bowing his head and walked forward, and walked into the flowers in the backyard.

This season, all the flowers and plants have withered, leaving only bare wasteland.

There is only the pond in the middle, with spots of duckweed floating on it, which is the only color in the entire yard.

Jiang Lan stood by the pond, staring at the duckweed on the water, his eyes a little dazed.

Feng Qin stood beside her side, turned to look at her haggard and pale face, opened her mouth, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a while, Jiang Lan turned his head, looked at Feng Qin's face full of youthful aura, looked at him seriously, and gestured: Do you really want to marry me?

Feng Qinhe stared at her fingers, speechless. He didn't know if he really wanted to marry her, but when he thought that he married her, he didn't resist the marriage.

Feng Qin said: "Then do you want to marry me?"

Jiang Lan lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time before tying: It doesn’t matter whether I want to or not. If I don’t marry you, I will marry someone else.

She had no choice at all.

Lu Jingchi's attitude towards her proves that she has no choice but to marry whoever Lu Shengwen wants her to marry.

Feng Qin frowned, suddenly held her hand and stared at her deeply, "Jiang Lan, if you don't want to marry me, I can go to my uncle to explain it clearly."

His palms were very warm, like sunlight, very warm.

Jiang Lan looked at his face, looking in a moment of trance.

A few seconds later, Jiang Lan pulled his hand back and shook his head: It’s not that you are also someone else. He just wants to marry me. He doesn’t care who that person is, nor does he care whether I want to marry.

Feng Qin frowned even more, "Why? Didn't he say, do you want to find a good home for you? It's not that he is so hasty, right?"

Jiang Lan pulled the corners of her mouth, and she didn't expect Feng Qin to be so naive and believe Lu Shengwen's words.

Feng Qin saw the corners of her bitter mouth, as if she understood something.

He asked hesitantly: "Is it because of Lu Jingchi?"

Jiang Lan was silent.

Feng Qin now understood. It turned out that Lu Shengwen married her not to find a good home for her, but to not want her to get into trouble with Lu Jingchi anymore. He wanted Lu Jingchi to find a good home?

For Feng Qin, who had never experienced family intrigue, he could only think of this.

But he thought of another point, "Do you... like Lu Jingchi?"

Jiang Lan was stunned when she heard this, and her fingers unconsciously clenched.

She liked Lu Jingchi, which seemed to be a secret that everyone knew, but Lu Jingchi's strange face flashed through her mind, and she became confused again.

Does she... like him?

Feng Qin said again: "Does he like you?"

This question was too sharp, like a sharp weapon, which suddenly pierced into Jiang Lan's heart.
Chapter completed!