When I left the police station, the sun was shining brightly overhead. Lin Qingqing raised his hand above his head, trying to block out the almost blinding sunlight.

The sun really has no conscience, no matter how many people in this world shed tears and how many people collapsed, it can always diligently cast its light on this cold land.

"Madam, are you still going to the hospital?" The driver asked, leaning over his head.

Lin Qingqing shook his head. "Let's go home." She really lost her strength and collapsed in the back seat, like a mess of mud.

It's been a long, long time since so many things have happened at the same time in her life, and the sudden rush of her head is really overwhelming. Closing her eyes, in addition to being tired, she is actually more sentimental.

Liu Xiaoli finally left, and she was also relieved. What about the living? Those who are alive will continue to endure the pain of being alive.

Suddenly, Lin Qingqing's face appeared in front of his eyes. His empty eyes, sad face, and figure standing alone in place suddenly became clear in front of her eyes.

Why bother to hold on and torture each other? This is the only and truest feeling in Lin Qingqing's heart when he thinks of him.

Just as news is time-sensitive, so is love. Once that point in time is missed, it becomes a worthless conversation.

When she had hopes and expectations for Lin Yan, he used and hurt herself so ruthlessly. Now that one of her hearts has completely belonged to Ou Yuanlan, why should he not forget and obsess.

"Monica has asked me to meet, tomorrow, at the Old Time Coffee downstairs in the Ou's company." At the dinner table in the evening, Lin Qingqing still told the matter and the plate.

When she saw Monica's text messages that were stealing the bell, she understood the person's intentions. It said not to tell Ou Yuanlan, but the location was set in a place where it would definitely be discovered. What is the reason for this? I'm afraid it can't be more obvious.

If she hadn't told Ou Yuanlan that she had gone to the appointment and he knew about it, wouldn't it have become her fault? She didn't trust Ou Yuanlan, she asked Monica in private, and even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she wouldn't be able to wash it away.

Ou Yuanlan on the opposite side always looked unfazed, even if Lin Qingqing kept looking at him, he didn't see him pause or lose his mind for a moment. "Did you go for the afternoon prenatal checkup?" He turned the subject aside.

If it was in the past, Lin Qingqing might have cooperated with him and skipped this topic. But today, she didn't want to run away anymore. "I want to go tomorrow." She opened her mouth in a daze, without any concealment.

Ou Yuanlan finally put down the chopsticks in his hand, he raised his head and looked at the person opposite, his eyes were still like a deep pool, and there was no fluctuation in the pool.

"Are you sure?" He looked at Lin Qingqing and just asked three words lightly.

This kind of fluttering tone made Lin Qingqing a little overwhelmed, her qualifications were still shallow, and she couldn't help but feel that her skills were not enough.

Facing Ou Yuanlan's gaze, Lin Qingqing nodded. "Sure." She almost gritted her teeth and spat out those two words.

If some of the truths are to be known sooner or later, then she might as well face the bleak life and dripping blood. Anyway, no matter how bad the marriage is, it's still better than now.

looks like he is detached, Lin Qingqing can't bear this kind of day for a day. So from the day she saw Monica, she was waiting for this person to take the initiative to contact her.

The next day, there were not just two, but three people sitting in the Old Time Cafe. In addition to Lin Qingqing, Ou Yuanlan also appeared.

"Hello!" Monica has a bright smile. "Buy one, get one free?" She propped her head in one hand, the wide sleeves of her trench coat slipping from her elbows, revealing a fair, slender wrist.

Ou Yuanlan pulled Lin Qingqing to sit down, he glanced at the person opposite, and his tone was light. "Thank you." It's just four words.

Monica's smile on the other side became brighter, she handed over a card, and said to the two, "Look, what to drink?" ”

Before Lin Qingqing could speak, Ou Yuanlan answered for her. "Give her a glass of hot milk, I'll ......" Before he could finish his sentence, he was snatched by Monica.

"You want mocha, double mocha, right?" Monica tilted her head sideways, looking at him with a smile in her eyes, as if she were filled with a whole sea of stars. "After all these years, you still haven't changed." She shook her head and said to herself.

The gaze that should have fallen on Monica fell on Lin Qingqing, and Ou Yuanlan turned his head to look at her on the side. She bowed her head, cowered in the corner, barely utter a word.

In fact, before Ou Yuanlan turned around, Lin Qingqing looked back and forth at the enemy in front of him like a beast that had been dormant in the dark.

She really understood Monica's eyes. Because the same look once appeared on her face. It's just that today is not what it used to be, things are people, everything is restless, and tears flow first.

Just when Lin Qingqing felt that she was almost sad to death, Ou Yuanlan's hand was silently covering the back of her hand. The warmth of her palm touched the cold back of her hand, allowing her to finally regain some sense.

"What the hell are you going to do today?" Ou Yuanlan raised his head and asked the person opposite directly. There was not much patience in his eyes, not even a trace of emotion.

Monica pouted. "It's heartless." She held her head and sighed.

The beauty seems to have a pass, no matter how nonsensical the words are said, no matter how pretentious the actions are made, it will not make people feel annoying.

Lin Qingqing, who was almost crying, was comforted by Ou Yuanlan and suddenly became calm. She stared at Monica in front of her, and even looked at her carefully.

It seems that she has specially packed today, and Bvlgari's entire set of jewelry, from the studded earrings embellished with broken diamonds to the solitaire necklace around her neck, has been carefully selected.

Even the most beautiful person will always find the shortcomings in his face. So Monica also put on makeup, and her mouth was painted with the most popular oxblood red, and the red and plum tones made her aura look very full. The highlight eyeshadow on her face does not fall, making her face as delicate as haute couture.

Every time he saw this face, the uneasiness in Lin Qingqing's heart would come out. Today she didn't particularly clean herself up, she just changed into an overcoat, and her hair was loosely tied behind her head with a leather band.

For the sake of the health of the baby in her belly, she did not apply powder on her face, and she did not even apply isolation. The lips look pale and colorless because they don't wear lipstick. During this time, because the nutrition is too good, the chin has become several layers.

Lin Qingqing lowered her head again, because she knew that men were visual animals, and she also knew that in front of such a Monica, she couldn't raise her head at all.