The day after waking up happened to be the weekend. Qin Chenchen looked at the table below, ten o'clock in the morning.

Well, he must have gone to work.

Qin Chenchen was stunned for a while, walked into the bathroom to wash, and then found a dress in the wardrobe to put on.

After picking up the small luggage and hugging Xixi, Qin Chenchen returned to Leng's house.

She thought, she really didn't fit to be in the same space as him.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Chenchen's mobile phone rang.

She glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up.

The voice on the phone was cold: "Where are you?" ”

Qin Chenchen replied lightly: "At home." ”

Cold ink seems to be on the verge of exploding. His unconsciously low voice when he is angry always proclaims his noble status.

"You dared to flee without my permission. Qin Chenchen, I'll only give you half an hour, and I'll come back immediately. ”

Qin Chenchen didn't answer, and directly cut off the phone.

There are some things, it is better not to explain them clearly in person, otherwise the layer of window paper will be pierced, and it will be embarrassing.

The half hour limited by cold ink slipped away quickly under Qin Chenchen's quiet drawing of the design.

She thought that she had already shown that he should know how to measure.

However, she completely overestimated Leng Mo.

To him, it's as ridiculous as wearing a down jacket in summer.

What is proportion? He never knew. At least when he faced Qin Chenchen.

Within half an hour, Qin Chenchen did not appear in front of Leng Mo. However, Leng Mo appeared in front of Qin Chenchen.

He kicked her bedroom door open, and her handsome face was covered with the snow and frost of the cold winter moon. He snatched her drawings away, then pulled her up with brute force, angrily against the wall.

"Qin Chenchen, what do you mean?"

Qin Chenchen lowered his head and staggered his terrifyingly cold gaze.

"It's not interesting. I just feel that I am still used to living at home. She replied in a whisper, emotionless in her tone.

Leng Mo pinched her chin and forced her to look at him directly.

"Look at me." He commanded.

Qin Chenchen crashed into his deep pupils and clearly saw his own reflection.

"Because of last night, isn't it?"

Qin Chenchen was silent.

Smiled coldly. It's just that smile, revealing desolation. "So you're rejecting me, aren't you?"

Qin Chenchen's lips finally moved. There was panic, confusion, and a hint of fear in her obsidian eyes.

Refuse?

Where did the rejection come from?

He's just done another ridiculous thing. What right does she have to say no?

"You... You were drunk last night. ”

"I'm not drunk."

"No, you drank last night." Qin Chenchen's tone was firm, "I smell it." You're just drunk. It's like... It's like on the night of the Chinese New Year, you... You did that to me, didn't you? You forgot? ”

Her head began to explode in pain. She was both confused and distressed.

"Why?" Her eyes began to turn red and tears began to flow welling up. She looked at him, but was muttering to herself, "Why... Why do you do this to me? Why me? ”

Leng Mo's face froze, and the hand that imprisoned her began to tremble.

He had never seen her shed such tears: helpless, painful, dazed, like a small animal trapped in a snowy plateau, unable to escape, unable to die. She could only wail in despair, longing for a savior to deliver her.

However, what is she helpless and confused?

He did it so clearly, didn't she understand?

"Chenchen." His arms began to fold, and he encircled little her in his arms, like a treasure in the palm of his own hand, carefully.

"Chenchen, don't you understand? I wasn't drunk. Last night, I wasn't drunk, and I wasn't drunk on Chinese New Year's Eve. Chenchen, stay with me, okay? ”

A whimper spilled over the girl's clenched lip.

"Don't... You lied to me. ”