Chapter 277: Game Over, Big Boss

Liu Bingqing followed Jiang Yefan on a winding path paved with cyan bricks.

His words made her tremble, and his cold expression made her dazzle.

There was a young man on duty in the monitoring room, and when he saw Jiang Yefan coming in, he was about to step forward to greet him warmly, but Jiang Yefan stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and then sent him out, without giving him the slightest chance to speak.

The man could only bend over towards Bingqing and said with a smile: "I'll go out and pour water for you." ”

There are eight computers in the monitoring room, each with five images.

Eno expertly taps and pounds on the keyboard, after which the five computers convert into a single room video.

"It will take about two hours...... Eno Fan raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said seemingly casually: "Seven o'clock, it may be completed by nine o'clock, there is no car here at nine o'clock, I will go back to the company and send you back by the way." ”

Bingqing gritted her teeth gently, and her mood was like a calm lake being thrown into a stone, causing messy ripples.

She opened her mouth to speak, when the door was pushed open without warning.

"Huh." The monitoring boy who walked in the door smirked twice: "The dean said that drinks are not good for people's brains... So we only have boiled water here, this young lady, and I hope you can settle for it. ”

Bingqing felt funny, holding the water cup with a cartoon smiling face in both hands, and nodded at him: "Thank you." ”

Monitoring Xiaosheng may not have thought that Bingqing, who was cold-looking, would say thank you to him, and he was flattered for a while, and almost dropped the other quilt with a shake of his hand.

He was a little more casual with Jiang Yefan, put the water cup on the black leather wooden table, and ran out happily without saying kind words.

Bingqing drank all the water in her cup.

The weather was too hot, and she followed Eno Fan for nearly five hours without drinking a sip of water.

Bingqing put the empty cup next to Jiang Yefan's water cup, she licked her lips, tilted her head to look at Jiang Yefan, hesitated for two seconds, and finally made up her mind: "Are you thirsty?" ”

Jiang Yefan bent his long body, his slender fingers clicked on the keyboard flexibly, and when he heard Bingqing's words, the movements of his hands paused for a moment.

She walked for five hours, and he walked for five hours, also under the scorching sun, he wore a suit with more layers of coat than hers, and explained to her carefully.

Because of the heat, he had already loosened the dark red diagonal plaid tie, and the coat was also casually put on a piece of Hao wrist exposed by the folding sleeves, Jiang Yefan's eyes skimmed to the clear bottom of the water, and then to Liu Bingqing like a kitten protecting food, with his hands next to the water glass, staring at the water cup pitifully.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and said lightly, "I'm not thirsty." If that's not enough, I'll ask him to bring some in. ”

Bingqing hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, this glass of water is enough." ”

Fan Eno "......"

He wanted to say that he needed to quench his thirst too......

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Bingqing put the quilt on the table contentedly, sat on the chair, supported her chin with her hands, and watched the dynamics of the characters in the picture intently.

He was staring at the computer, his hands moving, and he was working hard. She held her head in her hands and looked at him intently, looking at him seriously.

The sound of his slightly rough breathing and her soft breathing mingled in the air, accentuating the silence of the room.

Jiang Yefan clicked on the last video, checked the USB drive like a computer host, turned around, and faced Shang Bingqing's bright eyes as if admiring.

He picked up the cup on the table and asked, "Are you still thirsty?" ”

Bingqing nodded numbly.

Eno Fan picked up the two porcelain cups and walked towards the door.

The water he received was lukewarm, just right for people who sweated excessively.

Because it was warm water, Bingqing only took two sips, and then felt that her stomach was full.

Eno Fan only drank half a cup, then put down the quilt and continued to fiddle with the computer.

Bingqing was bored playing with the water cup, only to find that the cup of Jiang Yefan she was using was squeezed by the cartoon characters on the quilt and laughing with her eyes sticking out her tongue.

In Bingqing's opinion, it was laughing at her.

Could it be that he still has affection for her?

Otherwise, how could there be a series of coincidences?

He knew that she was going to shoot "Xiuxian Bang", he knew the role she was going to play, he knew that she was going to come to the mental hospital, and he specially screened patients for her who were more in line with her character setting......

And help her burn the disk, so that she doesn't want a girl to run so far.

He knew, he knew everything about her.

However, if you care, why did you break up with him so decisively in the first place!

Is there something unspeakable, or does he not trust her to get through it with him?

Still is...... Bing Qing sighed silently, this is what he has always done......

"Eno Fan." Bingqing held the water glass in both hands, her eyes staring at the side of his face tightly, and her tone was slightly hard and cold.

Jiang Yefan turned his head, as deep as the eyes of the night, and looked back at her eyes without hesitation.

Their gazes intertwined for a moment.

"Eno Fan." Bingqing didn't expect him to look back at him calmly, a trace of surprise drifted through his eyes, and then he passed away.

"Don't you have anything to tell me?" opened her mouth again, but she couldn't help but feel a little vicissitudes.

"What do you want to hear?" Jiang Yefan's dark eyes were filled with less than a smile, and if he didn't look closely, he couldn't see the bitterness behind the smile.

Bingqing almost blurted out, asking him what he wanted to do and why he came to provoke her after hurting her. But, then asking, doesn't it expose the careful thoughts she still cares about? She couldn't put herself at a disadvantage as soon as she opened her mouth, and after thinking about it for a while, she asked, "Why are you here, is it because of work?" ”

She wanted to pretend that she didn't care, as long as she controlled her expression, let the corners of her mouth rise slightly, and there was a hint of joke in her eyes, she could make him feel that he, in her heart, was really insignificant.

When Jiang Yefan saw her weightlifting performance, his heart seemed to be entangled by thousands of vines, imprisoned by branches and necks, pulled by vine leaves, and his chest was dull and painful.

He stared at her long eyelashes and dark eyes a hundred times more intently than she had just been.

He looked at it again, and the mental defense line she had managed to build up was almost reduced to ashes and the wolf collapsed under his burning gaze.

Just when Bingqing wanted to surrender in the blink of an eye, his slightly warm voice entered her eardrums and slammed her heart.

"Liu Bingqing, I'm here because of you."

Bingqing was momentarily stunned.

Ever seen a frozen snow sculpture?

Her frozen limbs and condensed incomprehensible countenance were much more delicate than ice sculptures, and much more rigid than ice sculptures.

I'm here because of you.

Just eight words.

But it is more magnificent than a thousand words, more fierce and unstoppable than the turbulent water.

Bingqing bit her teeth fiercely, raised her head, and suffocated the tears that were about to erupt back into her stomach.

She will never forget how she ran in the rain, how wolf she was, she would never forget, begging him to stay, and whispering that she would change for him, how humble she was...

"We've been -- GAME. OVER! Bingqing had tears in the corners of her eyes, but the smile on her lips was full of pride.

Close to his chest, she used her fingers to tie a knot in his tie and play, and said word by word with a slight sarcasm, "Isn't it?" (To be continued.) )