In the past few days, Du Ou has been looking for Leng Qinghe like crazy, but Leng Qinghe is nowhere to be found. He had no choice but to go back to his apartment, in order to hide the truth that he was still in the devil and went on his honeymoon, he didn't go anywhere, he didn't contact anyone, and he lived in seclusion.

A week later, Chu Jun suddenly appeared in front of him with a spring breeze, she couldn't look better, she was just an infinite spring.

She blinked her eyes and said to Du Ou: Okay, we can start our husband and wife life, tomorrow is the day when we go home to meet the elders, are you ready?

Where is it ready? This week, Du Ou has definitely been terrible, suffocating. Since he couldn't go anywhere, he played a game in his unoccupied apartment for a week. When I go to bed at night, I lie upright on the bed and look at the ceiling.

After a day, Du Ou spent a honeymoon in this way. After Chu Jun came back, she happily asked him out to meet, she was quite a little conscientious, bought a lot of gifts for Du Ou, and actually brought a gift to Leng Qinghe, Du Ou glanced at it coldly, and took the gift expressionlessly.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Chu Jun, but he was helpless, this fake couple still had to dress up after all.

Next, Du Ou and Chu Jun were well-dressed, talented and beautiful, and they looked like they were completely compatible, and the husband and wife appeared in front of the elders of both sides, met the elders, had a reunion dinner, and all the etiquette was over, and the two returned to the wedding room in Yingzhuang, which was over.

Du Ou started to work, Chu Jun soon disappeared from his life, she did not live in Eagle Village most of the time, but Du Ou has now become the official male owner of this mansion.

In this big empty house, there is only Du Ou and a big male dog who goes in and out alone every day, and this strange life makes Du Ou feel very strange.

Chu Jun is not there, and there are no others around him, so he can live freely alone. It's just that the sense of loss in my heart is very embarrassing.

If you are still busy going to work every day, you will really feel abandoned by the world, especially when you are driving alone at night on the way home. While driving, I looked at the inexplicable world outside the car, prosperous and gorgeous, but these have nothing to do with me at all.

He usually eats dinner out, and sometimes hangs out at a nightclub he passes by, killing some time. It's not so much about killing some time, it's more about killing some of your energy.

Drink a glass of lonely wine, and when you return to your accommodation, you can be more tired and fall asleep more easily.

In this way, when he thought that Leng Qinghe would never forgive himself and never appear again, Leng Qinghe unexpectedly appeared on WeChat.

Where does Du Ou still have the heart to work?

Leaving everything in hand, he hurriedly instructed the secretary a few words, then jumped into the car and rushed to the fire sheep.

When she arrived at Huoyang, as soon as she entered the lobby, she glanced at it and saw Leng Qinghe's extremely familiar figure, she was sitting alone on one side near the corridor, facing a pool of hot pot, but also comfortable, and ordered a bottle of cold beer, and poured herself a drink there.

The back seems to be a little thinner, and the chiffon crooked tunic dress looks more graceful, but there is a sense of loneliness. Du Ou watched it from a distance for a while, and at this moment Du Ou added a little sentimentality.

When Leng Qinghe raised his eyes and looked at him, his gaze was so cold, there was no tenderness in the past, only a hollow remained. He couldn't bear it, and at this moment he wanted to hug her, kiss her, and tell her how difficult, lonely, and miserable he was these days.

When he stretched out his hand, Leng Qinghe deliberately dodged it and quietly put his hand under the table. Du Ou saw it, but didn't say anything.

At this time, the waiter came up to order, Du Ou had been working overtime in the company, and he hadn't eaten dinner yet, so he simply ordered some more dishes, looked at the cold beer, and a bottle of wine had basically been drunk. I didn't eat much food, but the wine was drunk quickly, and it seemed that she was also full of sorrow.

Although wine can relieve their worries, what they need at the moment is to solve the problem, so Du Ou asked for another bunch of fresh juice without thinking about it.

He didn't want to drink at all when he shouldn't.

The two were at a stalemate, and the waiter came over again, brought a pair of cutlery and put it in front of Du Ou. Du Ou didn't say a word, watched the waiter serve the food one after another, then put a bunch of fresh juice on it, and took away a bottle that was already empty on the table.

Then I looked at it, and there was nothing missing, so I smiled and said: Please use it slowly!

Du Ou ordered some food in the soup first, watched the vegetables churning in the soup, and then looked at Leng Qinghe carefully, Leng Qinghe held her cheeks and looked at the hot pot blankly, as if she had eaten enough, but in fact, she didn't eat anything. I wanted to eat hot pot, but when I did, I found that I had no appetite at all. She just drank a bottle of sullen wine in a dejected manner.

It seems to be getting more and more stuffy in my heart.

Du Ou put the scalded dishes into the bowl of Leng Qinghe, and said with concern: Qinghe, you have lost weight.

Leng Qinghe sighed casually and said: Okay, I was planning to lose weight, but I couldn't lose it, but now it's okay.

Du Ou looked at her very distressedly and said: Look at you, the flesh on your face is gone, and your cheeks are sunken.

Leng Qinghe subconsciously touched his face, and then said: If you are thin, you will be thin. Aren't you also thin?

Du Ou himself knows that he has not eaten well in the past few days, let alone slept well, and has been supported by his father all day long, where can he not lose weight? He smiled miserably and said, "Yes, I have lost weight too." We should find a scale, go up and weigh it together, and see who has lost a lot of weight? Then make up all the meat that has been lost.

Leng Qinghe couldn't help but be amused when he heard him say this, but his smile also flashed, and he said: You go and weigh it, call it a pig.

Du Ou also sandwiched some vegetables himself, and ate them wolf-eaten, which was very sweet, and said while eating: Why did you suddenly think of coming here? It's been a long time since I've eaten hot pot. Remember, when was the last time we were here? Do you remember?

Leng Qinghe said: I suddenly wanted to eat hot pot, so I came. The last time it was winter, it was Christmas last winter, and we came here to eat hot pot. You forgot about it for a while? What memory?

Du Ou smiled wryly and said, "How could I forget?" I'm just trying to test your memory? That time we also bought a coat by ourselves, a couple coat, have you forgotten? It was the only couple's outfit we had. It's really silly.

Leng Qinghe didn't speak, she took the cup, wanted to drink, only to find that the cup was empty when she got to her mouth, Du Ou glanced at it, picked up the juice bottle at hand, and reached out to take the empty cup in Leng Qinghe's hand, poured it for her, and handed it to her again.

Leng Qinghe glanced at the juice, frowned, seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and said: How do you call it juice?

Du Ou said: Drink some juice, eat this hot pot you are already easy to get angry, as soon as you get on fire, you will have acne, and then you will complain again, drink some kiwi juice, you see you have definitely not eaten well recently, and your face is not good.

Leng Qinghe took a sip, put down the cup and said lightly: What does it have to do with you if I am good?

Du Ou raised his head and looked at her quickly, and said: Of course it matters, if you say it's okay, it's okay?

Leng Qinghe said: I really don't want to show up, what does it have to do with you?

There is no lack of sourness in her words, but this astringent sourness, if there is no vinegar in Du Ou's sound, it is as sweet as honey and as sweet as caramel sugar.

If a woman is still jealous of you, then it is obvious that she still has affection for you.

And when a woman asks you, "What else do I have to do with you?" she usually admits that her relationship with you is not broken. If she really thinks that it has nothing to do with you at all, she won't ask you that at all.

So, it's up to you how you're prepared to deal with that.

Of course, Du Ou has figured out how to deal with this problem. He didn't want to lose Leng Qinghe, and he didn't want Leng Qinghe to leave him like this.

There is a lyric that says: How unserious a man is, how affectionate he is.

No matter how immodest a man is, but which woman he loves, his heart is always clear, clear like a mirror.