Ou Yuanlan finally left without saying anything, and Lin Qingqing didn't hear what he didn't say after all. But fortunately, her curiosity is not so great, but she will not be tortured by half a sentence and can't sleep.

Looking at the ceiling, Ou Yuanlan's face appeared in Lin Qingqing's head. Obviously, she wanted to reminisce about today, but it turned out to be a horror movie.

Turn off, turn off, turn off! Lin Qingqing reminded himself, and then quickly turned over. Ou Yuanlan must be haunted, otherwise how could she have appeared as soon as she closed her eyes?

The moonlight was so beautiful tonight that the bright moonlight came in through the window, and even her shadow could be reflected on the wall. Lin Qingqing stretched out his hand and stretched out five fingers against the wall.

This is what Lin Yan told her a long time ago, when she felt cold, she stretched out her hand, raised it above her head, and then slowly opened her five fingers. In this way, you set off a firework for yourself and comfort yourself when you are alone.

When Lin Qingqing was having fun by himself, the mobile phone next to the pillow suddenly vibrate. When she picked it up, it turned out to be Lin Yan's text message. "Slept? Does your foot still hurt? A simple word, as always in a warm tone.

Looking at the screen in his hand, Lin Qingqing grinned unconsciously. This is probably the rancid smell that comes from people who are in love and about to fall in love, a rancid smell of showing affection.

Originally, Lin Qingqing had typed a few words in the dialog box, but just when she was about to click send, she suddenly stopped. Looking at her phone, her other hand unconsciously began to twist the corner of her clothes.

After hesitating and struggling for a long time, Lin Yan finally received a short text message. "Not yet, the foot injury is much better, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Lin Yan, who was reading the documents, put down the computer and the pen in his hand, and picked up the mobile phone instead. Looking at Lin Qingqing's reply, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that things were going well, and he rubbed his phone and propped his head with one hand.

Turning his head and glancing at the documents at hand, it seems that he is still busy tonight. Lin Yan thought to himself, he raised his head, shook his neck from side to side, and rested a little. Then after a little contemplation, I finally dialed the phone number.

The phone rang suddenly, startling Lin Qingqing, who was immersed in sweet memories. She was already waiting for Lin Yan's reply with a very nervous psychology, but she waited directly for the call, which made her feel a little flattered.

In order to show his reserve, not deliberately waiting for a reply, Lin Qingqing specially waited for the bell to ring for a while before picking it up. "Hello?" She asked tentatively.

"Qingqing, haven't you slept yet?" His warm voice came from the earpiece, making Lin Qingqing almost no resistance at all.

moisturizing things silently, it is probably Lin Yan's voice. Lin Qingqing twisted the corner of the quilt and couldn't help laughing stupidly. If she continued like this, she felt that she might be going to become a fool.

She shook her head, sobering herself up from the trap of tenderness. "Qingqing, are you listening?" Lin Yan's voice came from the phone again.

"Ah...... Listening, listening! She hurriedly replied, stuttering to hide her distraction. Can I help you? She then asked.

As if hearing Lin Qingqing's nervousness, Lin Yan hooked his lips and laughed. "Let's have dinner together tomorrow, I'll pick you up at your company." His tone was gentle and domineering, with an affirmation that others couldn't refuse.

As soon as he heard that they were having dinner together, and Lin Yan was going to pick her up downstairs in her company, Lin Qingqing instantly became nervous again. "No, no, no...... That I ...... I ......" She struggled for a long time, but still couldn't find a suitable reason.

"Okay." She suddenly agreed as if she had resigned herself. "Eat it." She sighed.

Originally, she had already dropped her work card in front of Ou Yuanlan, and it was impossible for her to go to work in the company tomorrow. And she is now shaking, if she has dinner with Lin Yan again, she estimates that she really can't extricate herself.

Lin Yan laughed on the other end of the phone. "Is it so reluctant?" He asked amusedly. "It's just a dinner, can I still eat you?"

Lin Qingqing, who was laughed at by Lin Yan, suddenly felt that she had no face, she buried her head in the quilt, rubbed her hair a few times, and then poked her head out of the quilt. "It's not...... I didn't ...... very reluctantly," she couldn't say.

If Lin Qingqing really felt very reluctant, she would refuse directly, instead of being as tormented as she is now. On the contrary, because she wanted to go so much, she felt entangled.

"Alright, you can rest early, good night." Lin Yan's voice was soft and soft, like moonlight sprinkled on her quilt.

Lin Qingqing sniffed, and then replied as well. "Good night." She hung up the phone, and the room was quiet again.

She stared at her phone, thinking about the scenes of tonight, and her little heart became more and more uncontrollable. What the hell is going on, it seems that since she came back from Lin Yan this time, her feelings have become more and more irrepressible.

In fact, in a relationship, the most terrible thing is not the germination of feelings, but when it intensifies, Lin Qingqing sometimes feels that he is drinking to quench his thirst. She knew that there was poison in front of her, but she still couldn't help it.

Holding the quilt, with this sweet and complicated feeling, basking in the gentle moonlight, Lin Qingqing slowly fell asleep. She fell into a dream, in which Lin Yan was smiling at her.

One person thinks about one person, Lin Qingqing thinks about Lin Yan, but Ou Yuanlan thinks about her.

At this time, on the 40th floor of an office building in the center of the city, Ou Yuanlan was standing by the window smoking a cigar. White smoke rose and finally disappeared into the air.

His eyes were a little gloomy, as if it was because of someone. Ou Yuanlan, who has been cold like an ice cube that has not melted for thousands of years, can even worry about someone, this was originally a small probability event, but I didn't expect it to happen now.

I've been dodging well, but I didn't expect it to be planted in Lin Qingqing's hands in the end. Ou Yuanlan threw the half-smoked cigar butt in his hand into the trash, then turned around and walked to the desk.

Looking at the stacks of papers at the desk, tonight must be a sleepless night. Ou Yuanlan turned on the computer, but Lin Qingqing stubbornly said that he already had a favorite person in front of him.

The irritable Ou Yuanlan snapped and turned off the computer, he couldn't calm down and work now. Staring at the empty room, there was a hint of helplessness in his deep eyes. He had never been seen like this, not even himself.

The emotions in the world are like people drinking water, knowing their own warmth and coldness. Ou Yuanlan and Lin Qingqing, Lin Qingqing and Lin Yan. They all thought that there was only a chasm in front of them, and it would be good to cross it. But they don't know that this love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be leveled.