Kiss 101 times: Surrogate wife marry one get one free

Zheng Xichen glanced at the butler gratefully, and his eyes gradually became firm.

After years of hard work, Zheng Xichen has always believed that she is stronger than many people, her mind is more mature, and she will not panic when encountering things.

But what are you doing now?

Panic, low self-esteem, helplessness and jealousy, these sentimental thoughts of worrying about gains and losses and selfish thoughts like a resentful woman, are they really the same Zheng Xichen who can be proud of herself?

No, mother gave her the name Zheng Xichen, didn't she just want her to be like the sun without giving up, full of vigor and vitality?What is the difference between what she is like now and those losers who she once looked down upon were oppressed by fate and then gave up.

She is Zheng Xichen, and after she and Quan Ye got married, she became the justifiable Mrs. Quan. She was no longer the little nanny who could only watch Quan Ye joking with other women, and didn't have the courage and stand to stop her. .

Perhaps it was because Quan Ye was so good that Zheng Xichen was so worried about gain and loss, so unconfident.

She is Quan Ye's real wife now, why is she so humble, thinking about how to give up her husband?
This is not Zheng Xichen at all.

Zheng Xichen used to cheer for her own growth, but after meeting Quan Ye, she seemed to have become the little princess who was pampered and spoiled by others. Could it be the lovable Zheng Xichen?
So she can't go on like this anymore, jealousy and sadness brought her nothing but disappointment, so why should she continue to be immersed in this emotion.

After trying to understand the reason of the matter, Zheng Xichen smiled brightly, her bright pupils shone with light, looking at the dusk outside, she felt a little relieved.

At this moment, Quan Guo also changed his clothes and came out.

"Mom, let's go." Quan Guo smiled and walked over with small steps, holding Zheng Xichen's hand.

"Well, okay." Zheng Xichen touched Quan Guo's head and smiled, then she said to the housekeeper, "Housekeeper, I'll take Quan Guo out to play."

"Well, Miss Xichen, you must come back early."

"Okay, I will," Zheng Xichen greeted the butler, and then led Quan Guo out.

The butler looked worriedly at the sky outside, thought for a while, and finally found Quan Ye's study.

Quan Ye was leaning on the chair, resting his forehead with his hands in frustration, thinking about the problem.

Some people say that IQ and EQ cannot be combined, and Quan Ye is obviously one of those people.

The family environment since he was a child made him have only one solution to these emotions, that is control, and nothing else.

Quan Ye's mother is a more emotional and strong woman. She gave her husband and her job all her short life, but she had nothing to say about her son.

Even if she left later, she just entrusted Quan Ye to the housekeeper, and then just left him three indifferent and heartless words, sorry.

She did not fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of a mother, teaching her son to experience life, to love someone, to feel the beauty of this world, she just taught him one thing, that is to make a living.

But earning a living is not life, or not the whole of life.

Quan Ye also wanted to love, and he also tried, that is Yan Yi.

Yan Yi is very good, she is both beautiful and proud, she is the most beautiful young lady from aristocratic family in the whole capital, her piano has also reached a very high level, and her temperament is also ice-snow and smart, she was the dandies in the capital at that time who competed for her. Quan Ye also thinks that Yan Yi is very good as a goddess-level figure.

He tried to get close to her, and he did get close. At that time, Quan Ye felt that Yan Yi was the most suitable person for him. She was beautiful and proud, generous to people, sensible to things, and knew art and finance.

At that time, he always went to those art exhibitions and concerts with Yan Yi, but when Quan Ye thought they could get married, Yan Yi left.

It was precisely because of Yan Yi's departure that Quan Ye felt unwilling. At that time, young people were always high-spirited. He didn't think there was anyone better than him. Even though he was in a foreign country, Yan Yi still left.

When Quan Ye went to worship at his mother's cemetery, he once told his mother, "I have found the one I love."

After Quan Ye finished speaking, he felt relieved like a sigh of relief.

But at this time, the housekeeper stopped him, "Did you really find it?"

Quan Ye replied firmly: "Yes, I found it. What my mother asked me to learn seems to be no big deal. It's just a kind of emotion. How is it different from emotions such as anger, jealousy, and grievance? .”

In Quan Ye's view, love is not necessary, it's just an emotion his mother asked him to learn.

He never knew why his mother wanted him to learn how to love, what effect does love have, what can love do?Quan Ye didn't know, so he went to check the information.

The book says that love is a kind of bondage, a kind of responsibility, and a kind of... Many, many explanations are not enough to answer Quan Ye's question.

What the hell is love?
And why should he learn to love.

No one told Quan Ye, so he asked his most trusted butler since childhood.

But the housekeeper just smiled and said to him, "Love is not something that can be learned, but something that can be felt. When you find the person you love, the uncontrollable emotion that is ready to come out in your heart is love."

However, Quan Ye still didn't know what to say.

Does love mean not suppressing one's emotions, or does love mean letting go of one's emotions?

As the heir of the Quan family, Quan Ye has learned how to suppress his nature and how to control his emotions since he was a child.

Is it time to forget what you have learned before in order to learn how to love?
Quan Ye scratched his head irritably.

At this moment, a gust of evening wind blew in, Quan Ye smelled a faint fragrance, so he raised his head slightly, and suddenly saw a large bouquet of white roses on the cabinet near the study window.

It's almost past the flowering period of white roses, but the petals of this bunch of roses are still full and firm, just like when they just bloomed.

However, Quan Yeming understood that this was a white rose specially hired by the housekeeper, which cost a lot of money, just to ensure that there would be fresh white roses to replace every week.

This is the rule left by Quan Ye's mother.

Her favorite flower in her life is white roses, and the Quan family is not short of money, so she hired someone to build a flower field with only white roses for her, and she likes to visit that flower field when she is free.

Later, after she passed away, the flower field was not abandoned, Quan Ye didn't take care of it, the housekeeper kept asking someone to take care of the flower field, and it's the same now.

Quan Ye once visited this flower field when he was bored. The large white roses are naturally unattractive, so here are all clumps of clumps, with a stone path paved in the middle, and wooden fences beside the flowers.

In fact, he couldn't understand how beautiful these white roses were. Flowers were just flowers, there was nothing special about them.

But his mother liked it very much.

She once said, "Others only like plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, lotus and peony, and among these flowers, there are naturally no shortage of high-quality paintings, but the white rose is particularly different."

Quan Ye asked: "Why is it different?"

His mother thought for a while before replying: "If there is anything different, I can't say it. White roses are not as passionate as red roses, nor are they noble and fragrant like magnolia lilies. There is no strong floral scent. If you want to smell the scent of white roses, you can only put the flowers in front of the window, so that when the wind blows, you can smell the slight scent. But it is not strong."

Quan Ye was even more puzzled after hearing this, "If that's the case, why do you still like white roses?"

His mother laughed.

"Maybe it's because it's mild, not as competitive as other flowers. It's there, as if it's just for people to appreciate. It's beautiful, but it won't burn people's eyes. Its existence doesn't make people feel too much. Pay attention, and don't let people ignore it."

Quan Ye nodded half understanding.

After marrying Zheng Xichen, Quan Ye once went to his mother's graveyard once again.

Quan Ye recalled the scene at that time, feeling a little dazed in his heart.

Quan Ye's mother is the major shareholder of Quan's company, so her cemetery is naturally perfect.

In the most expensive outskirts of the capital city, there is a large area of ​​orderly groves composed of precious trees, and the scenery will change every time a small area is separated.

This is the most expensive cemetery in the capital where every inch of land is expensive, and Quan Ye's father and mother are in the center of this area.

Quan Ye presented a bouquet of white roses to his mother, and then slowly squatted down, carefully wiping his mother's tombstone with a handkerchief.

On the tombstone is a beautiful woman, the years do not seem to have left any traces on her face, she is still as charming as a young woman in her twenties, exuding intellectual light.

When Quan Ye was standing here, she and her were not like a mother and son, but more like a pair of sisters and brothers.

The water vapor on the clouds condensed into small water droplets, which dripped down from the sky drop by drop and fell on the land, wetting the low shrubs nearby, and the rain slid down drop by drop along the white petals. Stay on the ground for a while, and then slowly seep into the ground.

And the carefully decorated bouquet of white roses that Quan Ye brought was gradually soaked. When the breeze blew, the heavy flowers trembled slightly, only the leaves were swaying gently with the wind, soundlessly.