Li Jingheng seemed to be holding a glass of red wine in his hand, standing on the balcony, looking in her direction.

Lu Qingge felt that the blood in his body had coagulated for a moment.

Her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything, and her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't move.

But fortunately, Li Jingheng quickly retracted his gaze and turned away from the balcony.

The distance was too far, she couldn't see the man's expression clearly, was she angry? Or do you want to divorce her again?

But there is always a premonition that is not so good.

……

When Lu Qingge walked into the villa, Li Jingheng was coming down from the second floor.

His eyes fell on her, and Lu Qingge didn't know what to do for a while.

The distance between the two of them was a little closer, and Lu Qingge said cautiously: "Shall I go to make dinner?" ”

Li Jingheng ignored it, but his steps were still getting closer to her little by little, until he stopped directly in front of her, and his cold-like eyes suddenly reached the freezing point: "Who is that man?" ”

Lu Qingge's voice was so low that he almost couldn't hear clearly: "Which ......?"

"At the door of my villa, how many men are hugging you?"

Lu Qingge shook his head, then looked at Li Jingheng with a smile and denied: "You misunderstood, I didn't hug him." ”

The man's voice was sharp: "Do you think I'm blind?" ”

"No, no, no, I just believe that your eyes are bright, so to tell the truth, it was he who hugged me, not me who hugged him."

After finishing speaking, he pretended to ask suspiciously: "That...... You should see it clearly, right? ”

Li Jingheng sneered, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be stained with frost: "When you see clearly when he is holding you, you look like you are enjoying it?" ”

The smile on Lu Qingge's face suddenly faded.

She didn't bother to explain, she turned around and was about to go to the kitchen, he didn't like the breakfast he made that day, and he didn't eat the noodles he made before, so he might like it.

Lu Qingge plans to make a bowl of noodles.

Can...... She felt as if the powerful man behind her was following her.

Holding her breath, she pretended not to know, and walked towards the kitchen step by step.

When he arrived at the kitchen door and was about to raise his hand to open the door, Li Jingheng's voice sounded from behind him: "Answer me!" ”

Three words, frightened Lu Qingge.

She pretended to be panicked and complained, "Are you going to scare me to death?" ”

Li Jingheng narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were so deep that he almost saw through her: "Like that man?" ”

Lu Qingge hooked her lower lip and learned the tone of a man talking to her: "Is it related to you?" ”

"When I was in the house, who said righteously that I was her husband?!"

The woman's heartbeat skipped a beat in an instant, and he and he ...... Is this an admission?!

Although it is a fact, but in this situation, when a man says such a thing from his mouth, Lu Qingge is really not an ordinary surprise.

Li Jingheng took another step forward, Lu Qingge's whole body was stuck to the door, holding the door with both hands, looking at the man timidly, his eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Li Jingheng raised a hand and pressed it against the door, and the woman was shrouded in shadow by him.

Lu Qingge turned his face sideways, avoided the man's gaze, looked at the kitchen door, and changed the topic: "You...... Not hungry? I...... I'm going to cook. ”

Li Jingheng only raised his hand, pinched her chin, straightened the woman's face, met his eyes in the air, and the breath of speech hit his face: "I know that I am your man, but I don't know how to be a Mrs. Li who keeps to herself?" ”