No matter how hard Du Ou tried to persuade Leng Qinghe, Leng Qinghe was obviously a little disheartened here, which made Du Ou extremely worried. He really wanted to sit directly next to Leng Qinghe, hug her, and kiss her. In the past, every time they quarreled or had an unpleasant quarrel, Du Ou would be like this, no matter how sad Leng Qinghe was, as long as she was in Du Ou's arms, she would quickly calm down. Always.

But not now, in public, although you can ignore a lot, but it's not good after all. He was a little angry, grabbed Leng Qinghe's hand holding chopsticks, and said: Qinghe, don't do this, I will go crazy if you do this.

Leng Qinghe shook his hand away, and he didn't know why the more he was like this, the more Leng Qinghe strengthened his heart to leave him. That heart was like wet mud in the wind, and it hardened little by little.

She scolded in a low voice: Du Ou, don't be like this. Why don't I go back? I don't think there's any point in me staying here. It's not that I haven't given you time, it's been a few years, and I've been waiting for you to marry me like this fool, for a few years.

Du Ou said: I will definitely marry you, I will never lie to you, you will believe me again, just this time? Good no good? I can swear, you say, how would you believe it?

Leng Qinghe had tears in his eyes, rolled around, then turned his head sideways, wiped it lightly with one hand, and then smiled hard and said: I don't want you to swear anything. I just want — I really want you to be happy, that's what I'm trying to say. We, let's end it like this! Don't drag each other down like this anymore. You don't have to worry about me anymore, I'm sure I'll be fine.

Du Ou's eyes were red, and he suddenly waved his hand, called the waiter, and said to her coldly: Pay!

The waiter had already noticed their table, she leaned over there and looked at them secretly, and occasionally listened to a few words, although it was only a few words, and it was vague, roughly what is marriage, marry you, believe me, etc., but by observing the expressions and words of the two, they were very unhappy, and they guessed a rough idea.

Du Ou waved her hand, and she immediately ran over. Du Ou said to pay, and she immediately took the bill and ran to the cashier.

After paying the bill, Leng Qinghe shook his eyes at the table, hesitated and said: Why are you in a hurry to leave? It's hot outside, but it's cool here.

Du Ou grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go, it's not good to talk here, let's go home and talk."

Leng Qinghe wanted to break free, and angrily reprimanded: If you want to go back, you go back by yourself, I won't go back.

Du Ou's eyes widened and asked: Yes, I was just about to ask you, where have you lived these days? Hotel? Or is it a friend of your pilot husband?

Leng Qinghe rolled his eyes and said: Where do I live, what does it matter to you?

Du Ou said: Of course I don't care what happens, in case something happens to you, how can I explain to your parents? Don't think I've murdered you.

Leng Qinghe sneered and said: You don't have to worry about this, my parents are not yet.

Du Ou was half-dragging and half-dragging, and he insisted on pulling Leng Qinghe away. Leng Qinghe felt that the diners around him were watching their good show, and they struggled a little hard. The two of them finally got out of the store and got on the elevator, and there were only the two of them in the elevator, sinking directly to the parking lot.

As soon as the elevator door was closed, Du Ou took a step closer and directly put the cold load against the corner of the elevator. used his generous body to resist Leng Qinghe's body. A pair of eyes were glued to her eyes, staring at hers.

Said: Qinghe, don't go! I won't let you go!

Leng Qinghe originally lowered her head, but Du Ou insisted on straightening her head so that she could look directly at herself and her eyes would not slip away. She felt the strength of his hand be very strong, and he grabbed her neck, and the back of her neck felt like a tendon had been twisted.

She pushed him hard, and as she pushed, she was angry and said: It's hot, you let me go, it's hot, you're twisting my neck—

Du Ou put his nose against her nose, his eyes to her eyes, and said viciously: You said that you would not leave me, so I will let you go! Otherwise, I won't let it go.

Leng Qinghe felt that he had begun to sweat all over his body, and the air conditioning in the elevator was far less than that in the store just now, so as soon as he entered the elevator, there was a burst of fever. In the dim light of the elevator, she could see that the tip of Du Ou's nose was also shining with oil, as if there was a small light bulb shining on it.

Beads of sweat have begun to roll down the sides of his forehead along his sideburns. The heat emanating from his body was even stronger, and it poured towards her. She almost felt like she was going to suffocate.

She didn't have anything in her head at the moment, she just felt hot, unbearably hot, unbearably hot, whatever it could do as long as it could cool her down. So he said in a tone begging for mercy: Okay, I promise you, you, you, you let me go first.

Du Ou stared at her eyes tightly for a while, although he knew that she was just perfunctory, but he finally agreed, and let go of Leng Qinghe.

The two looked at each other speechless for a while.

In fact, he himself was hot enough, two people tossed like this, and one of them was covered in stinky sweat. The smell of sweat mixed with the smell of perfume turned into a very strange smell.

However, this smell mixed with sweat, body odor and a faint smell of expired perfume is very sultry.

Whether it is Du Ou or Leng Qinghe, this smell is the most familiar. How many crazy nights they have slept with each other embracing each other in this smell. It's the smell of love. Intense, intense, ecstatic, intoxicating......

The elevator sank in silence, as if it were sinking into hell.

Du Ou kept looking at Leng Qinghe, as if he was afraid that if her eyes moved, she would disappear out of thin air.

Leng Qinghe leaned sideways against the mirror of the elevator, although it was not cool, but at least it was still a little cool. She was still trying to avoid Du Ou's gaze, and he had always looked at her presumptuously.

Every time you look at yourself, it's like you're looking at a prey.

He was but one of his prey. yes, it's been that way all these years.

And his prey, he was so willing to throw himself into the net.

Thinking of this, Leng Qinghe struggled inwardly again, what she had been longing for these days was that Du Ou could look at herself like this, tear all her disguises mercilessly, and she flew into his magic net like this.

Isn't love all the same?

Leng Qinghe was already wearing a dress as thin as silk, soaked in sweat, almost translucent. Du Ou could vaguely see what she was wearing. The heart moved, the body was hot, and the elevator just arrived at the parking lot, and the moment the door opened, the heat wave outside rushed in.

Regardless of how hot it was, Du Ou grabbed Leng Qinghe, let her wet body cling to her body, and whispered in her ear: Don't make trouble, let's go home and take a bath!