He Jing's self-introduction was originally caused by jealousy, but at this moment, she was suddenly asked about Qinglang's whereabouts, she couldn't answer and didn't know how to explain, so she had to look at Bai Ting with a weak heart.

He Jiaming raised his eyebrows and made up for it: "What, didn't Qinglang report to you 24 hours a day?"

Sweetheart heard that every sentence of He Jiaming's words was a ridicule of He Jing, and she didn't know if he looked down on He Jing or deliberately supported himself, but when he did this, she still felt warm in her heart, as if she finally had a backbone, and she didn't feel like she was sitting on pins and needles at the moment.

He Jing bit her lower lip, sat down with a weak heart, and squeezed out a smile on her beautiful face: "What, how can you say this, Qinglang is a very macho person who doesn't like others to interfere in his private life." ”

She was right, and the sweetheart took a little roller coaster ride in her heart again--this woman actually knew Qing Lang so well, she was jealous!

Bai Ting took over the words and smiled helplessly: "I won't hide it from you, Qinglang, this kid has quarreled with his father again in the past few days, and now he is locked up in the attic, not eating or drinking, and going on a hunger strike." ”

"Ah!" He Jiaming pretended to be surprised, he raised his eyebrows, and asked half-mockingly and half-curiously, "What kind of quarrel can you quarrel to the point of skipping meals?" Qinglang is too naïve. ”

"Who's to say it isn't. It's not that you don't know that the two of them have never dealt with each other. Bai Ting sighed apologetically.

I don't know if it's psychological or what, Sweetheart always feels that Bai Ting intentionally or unintentionally broke the bad side of Qinglang, although she is distressed and helpless, like a tolerant stepmother, but she doesn't plan to hide these ugly things at all.

"It's not a good thing to skip meals. He Jiaming took a sip of tea, "Then isn't my show-off going thing going to be in the soup?" I can't come for nothing, I'll go up and see him." ”

"This ......," Bai Ting immediately wondered, "I'm afraid this is not convenient...... Qinglang is now in confinement, and the old man is not allowed to see people. ”

"Is this still playing?" He Jiaming was slightly surprised, "I have such a good relationship with Qinglang, I will persuade him a few words, maybe he can still eat something, or- by the way, Xiaoqiu is from medical school, maybe he can help somewhat, right?"

Finally got the topic to the point!

Sweetheart nodded immediately and said succinctly: "Traditional Chinese medicine can regulate loss of appetite." ”

Bai Ting's thorn-like gaze suddenly shot at her sweetheart, and she looked her up and down, and that look was particularly meaningful.

Sweetheart was already weak-hearted, but she was even more nervous at the moment, and she wondered if she could be seen? Impossible, she didn't think there was any place where she would reveal her identity!

At this moment, He Jing suddenly spoke again and said softly, "Miss Qiu...... Can I call you that? You seem to want to see a clear face. ”

Sweetheart smiled and replied as quickly as possible: "Miss He is provoking the relationship between me and Jiaming by saying this?"

"Let her pick. He Jiaming casually grabbed his sweetheart's shoulder, swept in her ear, and laughed evilly, "Qinglang is my good buddy, how much more waves can two sentences provoke? ”

He Jing blushed, tightened the corners of her clothes and argued: "I didn't mean that at all." ”

"Even if there is, what's the matter?" He Jiaming shrugged indifferently, "The purpose of coming here today is to see Qinglang, and I haven't even seen a hair on anyone else so far." Aunt Bai, I won't bother you, I'll go up and see Qinglang. ”

Bai Ting's face was embarrassed, He Jiaming stood up and took his sweetheart's hand and walked to the spiral ladder, saying that it was too late and that was fast, He Jing suddenly rushed to He Jiaming with an arrow step, stopped him and said nervously: "Wait a minute! You, you can't see him!"

He Jiaming narrowed his eyes, put a hand on He Jing's shoulder, approached her and smiled evilly: "Little girl, you were still in your mother's belly when I met Qinglang, let me let me, I'm not welcome-with your relationship with Qinglang, this doesn't give you the right to speak." ”。

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