Seeing that Leng Qinghe was speechless, Du Ou was a little unhappy, and felt that she seemed to have some old feelings for him.

Silence is sometimes a kind of revelation of a ghost in the heart. If you really don't have any feelings for him at all, there's no need to be silent, just laugh and ask, "Oh, it's him?" What's wrong?

But if you don't think about what you're going to say, it doesn't mean that you have some concerns about it, and you're afraid that you might say the wrong thing. But why be afraid of saying the wrong thing?

Du Ou pulled his arm back from under her neck and muttered: Your head is so heavy that my arm is numb.

Leng Qinghe has already felt the change in his mood, if he is happy, he will talk to you a lot, and he will make all kinds of gluttonous movements from time to time, sticking to you and hugging you. But if it suddenly becomes quiet, it means that he has something on his mind.

Leng Qinghe said: You haven't finished what you just said.

Du Ou didn't pay attention to her out of the corner of his eye, took the mobile phone from the side and started playing.

Leng Qinghe sat up directly, and then said: What's wrong with Ying Shuying?

Du Ou said lightly: No, why are you so nervous?

Leng Qinghe said: I'm not nervous, it's you who said half of it.

Du Ou said: It's nothing, I just met him. You're not nervous yet? Look at you, your face is red.

Leng Qinghe said: Where am I blushing? Don't think about it and don't say it.

Du Ou glanced at her, like a cold arrow, cold and sharp, and said: Then I misunderstood? I thought you were still thinking about him.

Leng Qinghe was simply mad and said: Where do I miss him, don't you have nothing to do. It was you who said that you met Ying Shuying in the field.

Du Ou's tone was very cold and indifferent, and he was not in a hurry while playing games, and said a little piri: I told you that I met him in a foreign place, in a hotel, that's all, what are you doing in a hurry? You also said that you are not nervous, you look at yourself, the whole person is different, why did you come here to find me because you still have no idea about him? Shouldn't Shuying not want you, and you come to me again? Also, Ying Shuying already has a sweetheart, and you seem to be just his spare tire-

Leng Qinghe felt that he was completely crazy, Huo Di jumped up from the bed, didn't even care about wearing his clothes, pointed at him and said: Du Ou, you really let me down a piece of infatuation, I came here to find you, what are you doing with a spare tire or not a spare tire for no reason?

Du Ou glanced at it, his white and tender body, a little dizzy, and even some impulses to hug it again, but right now, he felt unhappy, he also raised his voice, and said: As soon as you mention that Ying, you are emotional, isn't there a ghost in your heart? It's a pity that I'm telling you, it's supposed to be a woman, and the person he likes is not you. You daydream!

Leng Qinghe stood there, stunned by what he said: How do you know that he has a woman?

The corners of Du Ou's mouth crooked, revealing a hint of coldness: How could I not know? We've worked together for years, and you've probably never paid attention to what was written on his computer? What a woman who never forgets? Isn't it a good old friend, will you never forget it? It's quite poetic, ah, there are women in that city that I can't forget. It's so meaty, it's really meaty!

Leng Qinghe sat down suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: Actually, I know. Now that he's back, he should be reconciled with her. But,——

She raised her eyes and stared at Du Ou for a moment and said: Du Ou, don't talk nonsense with me, I don't have a ghost in my heart, it's you who have a ghost in your heart. You're always thinking about him, but I haven't been in touch with him since that separation. Don't think I don't know what you're always doing on my phone, I'm just pretending not to know. If you really doubt me like that, I—we—will break up now, and I'll go back—

Leng Qinghe was angry for a while, and before he could put on his clothes, he jumped off the bed directly, stood barefoot on the cold floor, rummaged through the cabinets and began to tidy up things.

Du Ou was originally angry with her, but seeing that she seemed to be really anxious, she couldn't bear it for a while, threw down her mobile phone, jumped off the bed, and rushed over to hug the slippery Leng Qinghe, and the two of them writhed in the bedroom.

Leng Qinghe went to break his hand and said fiercely: You let go, I'll go, I'll go back tonight!

Du Ou howled hoarsely, and his hand grasped tighter: Don't go, Qinghe, it's me, because I'm jealous, I'm afraid that he will come to you, I'm afraid you'll leave me, really, don't be like this, I can't live without you, you know. I won't be like this in the future, believe me, Qinghe, please, Qinghe, I love you, I really love you and love crazy-

Leng Qinghe was tightly bound by him and couldn't move, and now it's late autumn, and the cold is pressing. The two of them didn't wear anything, just now they were just brute force, and once they calmed down, they didn't feel the chill coming from all sides. Leng Qinghe had already begun to tremble. Du Ou hugged Leng Qinghe horizontally, stuffed it back into the warm quilt, covered her, lowered his head and kept kissing her on her already cold cheek.

Leng Qinghe felt that the corners of his eyes were moist, and it turned out that tears had slipped down at some point.

Du Ou's warm lips kept sucking away her tears, and said softly: Don't be angry, Qinghe, it's all my fault, you see, I just came back, I don't go to the company for a meeting today, I spend the whole day at home with you, I don't love you, what? You know, I'm actually just jealous, I can't see you with him.

Leng Qinghe roared: I'm not with him!

Du Ou smiled instead, nodded and said: Yes, you are not with him, I am too careful, okay, you hit me, hit me here, hit, don't get angry if you hit, okay?

He knelt half-on the ground, grabbed one of Leng Qinghe's hands, and kept beating his chest. The look on his face was obscene and nervous and timid, as if a child who had made a mistake was begging for forgiveness from adults, but there were endless thoughts behind his expression. Love humbles him at the moment and makes him vulnerable.

Leng Qinghe stared at his shrinking pupils in a daze, and there was only one figure reflected in the pupils, which was himself. At this time, she couldn't help sighing and said: Beware that you don't catch a cold yourself.

The two of them quieted down a little, Du Ou's phone rang suddenly, and when he saw that it was his father, Du Ou's heart sank, and he turned around to answer the phone. Leng Qinghe saw his expression fuse, and knew that this call was very important, so he didn't dare to gnaw on the side, only to hear Du Ou say there repeatedly: Yes, I know, I'll come over immediately.

Hanging up the phone, Du Ou glanced at Leng Qinghe silently, Leng Qinghe had calmed down at this time, and his tone softened and said: You go! I'm fine.