For a while, Liu Dadong was like the world had evaporated for Leng Qinghe.

Leng Qinghe always thought that he was still working in Beijing, until one day she happened to pass by his residence and unexpectedly found that a blonde man standing next to his very stylish car was Liu Dadong.

Leng Qinghe was stunned for a moment.

Liu Dadong looked radiant, it can be described as elegant and chic in the sun, it couldn't be better, he was there to make a phone call, and he bumped into Leng Qinghe at a glance, and he was stunned. But the call over there hadn't ended yet, and he just waved at Leng Qinghe. Then he turned his back and continued the call.

Leng Qinghe stood there dumbfounded, stunned as if the description of a wooden chicken was not at all.

She didn't understand why Liu Dadong had disappeared since he had returned, didn't come to find her, and didn't even take the initiative to contact her, making her think that he wasn't in the magic capital.

This is really an anomaly.

Every time I came back before, it wasn't all 100,000 urgent, plus the urgent military situation in general, WeChat phone calls, there was no shortage, and I was afraid that Leng Qinghe wouldn't remember what time he was on the plane, even if he had to make a call on WeChat a moment before getting on the plane, repeatedly intimate, that kind of sweetness can be so sweet that it makes you tired.

He will also keep telling Leng Qinghe: Beibei, wait for me, I'll be back soon, remember to wait for me.

But this time, he went back to the demon capital quietly without saying a word......

The phone was finally answered, and I felt that Liu Dadong was holding the phone, and he seemed to hesitate there for a moment, paused, and then slowly turned around, maybe at the moment of turning around, he was also hesitating something.

What would he hesitate about?

When lovers meet, how can there be hesitation?

Facing the stunned Leng Qinghe, he took the lead in smiling, stretched out his hands, and said that he wanted to hug it, which was even more abnormal.

He used to jump over directly, pick up Leng Qinghe at once, and lift her high, so that he could spin a few times in place. Today's outstretched arms and hugs are like a friendly gesture between ordinary friends.

Leng Qinghe still walked over and got into his arms, but his arms became cold and hard.

He didn't put his arms around Leng Qinghe and hold her close to his chest, but gave him a polite hug, like an autumn leaf, floating over the water, and then let go of her. And, unexpectedly, took half a step back.

That coldness is self-evident.

Leng Qinghe suddenly felt that he was also cold, cold from head to toe.

Between two people, suddenly no longer in love, that kind of indifference and sudden distance is really lethal, and they can feel each other in the first second, and they can't hide it no matter what.

Sometimes one side deliberately hides. But this kind of information is quickly passed on to the other party. No one can say why, but the sixth sense between lovers is usually so accurate.

A lot of people say that this sixth sense is neurotic at times. But you can't deny that sometimes it's really like that. When you vaguely feel that the other party has some problems, in fact, the other party really has a problem.

Because all the chemical micro-changes produced by this sixth sense are actually from the subtle changes in daily life.

Leng Qinghe looked at him and asked, "When did you come back?" Why didn't you tell me?

Liu Dadong said: Actually, I just came back. I didn't have time to look for you because I was busy.

Leng Qinghe said: How are things going over there? Have you negotiated it?

She knew that Du Ou had promised her, so when she asked this, she had a bottom in her heart.

Liu Dadong said: Well, the matter has been negotiated.

His flickering and subtle expression made Leng Qinghe feel very uneasy, and when he said that he had finished talking, he didn't look surprised at all, not excited at all, as if the two of them already knew the ending, but they just asked knowingly.

Leng Qinghe was also silent for some reason, and the two of them seemed to suddenly have nothing to say.

After a while, Liu Dadong said: Why did you come here today?

Leng Qinghe said: I was passing by and happened to see your car.

Indeed, his car was too ostentatious. Most of the cars on the road are black and gray, but his car is golden, the kind of brilliant and bright golden yellow, no matter where it stops, it is absolutely dazzling.

Liu Dadong smiled and said: Oh.

And then where? No, he looked at Leng Qinghe, that kind of gaze seemed to have penetrating power, and it pierced Leng Qinghe's heart at once.

A man's gaze at a woman is the purest.

Love, or not, one glance is enough.

When you love you, you can feel as deep as the sea, endless, hiding all his feelings, surging soup, endless. His gaze usually lingers in your eyes for a long time, reluctant to leave.

If he doesn't love you, he will sly flash by, unwilling to pause too much, even for a second, for fear that you will snoop on his secrets, and he will become the master of his own world, not you. His gaze is an empty look to you, there is nothing in it, you don't feel anything.

At this glance, Leng Qinghe trembled.

She had to say: what's wrong with you? What happened?

Liu Dadong quickly shifted his gaze to a sheepdog walking with his master, who walked with a light step, and when he passed by the two of them, he glanced at them curiously, and then followed his master proudly.

Liu Dadong said: It's nothing, it's just a little busy. Don't think about it.

When a man says busy, he usually means that he will always be busy for you from now on.

And when you don't think about it, you usually have to understand what you need to think.

Leng Qinghe did think a lot at this time, and his mind was churning.

But she was a little unwilling, or rather, unwilling to face it. She wanted to know what was going on?

Leng Qinghe said: What are you going to do now?

Liu Dadong seemed to ponder the meaning of her words, thought for a while, and then said: There are still some things, but since you are here, or else, let's find a place to talk?

Leng Qinghe felt like he was about to fall.

Leng Qinghe said: What do you mean? Talk? What's wrong? What's going on? It's right on your doorstep, so why look for another place?

Liu Dadong looked at Leng Qinghe intently and said: It's okay, then let's go up.

It's still such a room, familiar furniture, beds, curtains, and that familiar atmosphere, but at this time, there is a different feeling. It was the moment I walked through the door.

Leng Qinghe tried to calm herself down, so she tried to overcome all kinds of discomfort in her heart, and she thought to herself: This is an illusion.

Therefore, after entering the door, she took the initiative to hug Liu Dadong from behind. This is the first time she has taken the initiative to seek pleasure like this, taking the initiative to hug a man, and taking the initiative to show her love.

Liu Dadong stood there, motionless, like a big tree, without any reaction at all.

Leng Qinghe put his face against his back, felt his warm heartbeat, and said in a low voice: Dongdong, don't be like this, okay? What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me when you came back? I'm waiting for you every day.

Liu Dadong was still motionless.

Leng Qinghe stretched out a hand, stroked his chest, and stroked it little by little. I touched my neck, I touched my face, and then I turned around and faced him, holding his face, wanting to kiss him. Yes, she was in need of his passionate kisses at this time.

Liu Dadong kept looking at her without any expression. When Leng Qinghe's lips almost touched him, he suddenly reached out and pushed her away coldly.