"I said, go find your Feng Jin!" Qi Mo didn't pay attention to what Zhong Qingye said at all, and his jealousy made him answer without thinking.【】
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Zhong Qingye looked at him like an idiot.
Qi Mo finally came to his senses. "What did you say?"
Zhong Qingye looked at the sky and rolled his eyes, but reluctantly repeated: "I said, I want to ask you to help investigate Feng Jin's origins."
Qi Mo was stunned: "The reason."
"He is very suspicious." Zhong Qingye said bluntly: "Don't you think there are a lot of doubts about him?"
Suspicious is very suspicious, but...
"Aren't you and him friends for a long time?" Qi Mo asked doubtfully. He remembered that Feng Jin had a very good relationship with Zhong Qingye before she got married, and he was unhappy about this for a while.
Guicai and him have been friends for a long time!
Zhong Qingye once again used the same explanation and said calmly: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? I have lost a long period of memory. I don't even remember what the relationship between me and Feng Jin is. It's just that he appeared.
At that time, I acted like an old friend and I didn’t know anything.”
Qi Mo frowned, "Then why do you suddenly want to investigate him?"
"It didn't come to mind suddenly, I wanted to investigate him a long time ago." Zhong Qingye explained: "It's just that too many things happened, I couldn't take care of it at once, so I forgot about it. I just remembered it. Your eyes and ears
There are more than me, I think it should be more convenient to investigate..."
"So, you just thought of asking me for help?" Qi Mo's tone was very strange.
Zhong Qingye grinned, touched him carefully, and nodded: "Are you... still angry?"
"..." Qi Mo twisted his face and said nothing. On her cheek, under the iron-colored mask, there were two patches of pink that were not easy to detect.
"Oh, what are you so angry about?" Zhong Qingye scratched his hair in annoyance. She knew a lot of things, but she didn't understand the relationship thing at all. She had to understand Qi Mo's sudden jealousy.
It's really a bit overwhelming.
Qi Mo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up with a little evil light. His whole person suddenly became evil, but he quickly suppressed it, and continued to keep that smelly dead face, and snorted from his nostrils.
He made a sound and ignored Zhong Qingye's words at all.
Zhong Qingye had no choice but to argue. It was a wasteful and meaningless thing. Quarreling for strange reasons that she couldn't explain was even more incomprehensible in her eyes. She really didn't want to waste time on these things.
I don’t even want the relationship between Qi Mo and Qi Mo to gradually become harmonious due to inexplicable reasons.
"Okay, then tell me, how can you not be angry?"
Zhong Qingye, who was new to love, didn't notice Qi Mo's little evil mentality at all. He looked at Qi Mo with regret, and his red lips that were slightly raised because of his grievance were so tender that Qi Mo almost wanted to pounce on him and hit her hard.
A tough one.
But when he thought of the long-standing doubt in his mind, Qi Mo decisively killed the idea.
Continuing to maintain a cold and stinky expression, Qi Mo tried his best to make his tone sound cold and unhappy, and said coldly: "What is the relationship between you and Feng Jin?"
"Didn't I say that?" Zhong Qingye scratched his head in annoyance: "I have nothing to do with him at all. I don't even remember how I met him. How can it have anything to do with him!"
The little flowers bloomed in Qi Mo's heart. He barely suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up, and continued to say majestically: "Then have you ever liked him?"
Zhong Qingye looked at him like an idiot: "I don't even know who he is? How can I like him? Isn't your question too strange?"
"Then do you like me?" Qi Mo asked shamelessly and shamelessly, and his heart beat wildly because of this question. His eyes did not dare to leave the clear and delicate face in front of him for a moment, for fear that
I saw the slightest bit of regret or evasion in her eyes.
However, no.
Zhong Qingye continued to look at him with an idiot's eyes, and his tone was quite impatient: "What are you crazy about? If I don't like it, will I stay here?"
Qi Mo was stunned.
She said she liked...
She said she likes it...!!
Zhong Qingye said she likes Qi Mo!!...
At that moment, Qi Mo wanted to buy all the fireworks in the world and light them all up at this moment. Zhong Qingye answered! She said she liked him! She liked Qi Mo! He wanted to rush up to the mountains and roar loudly, roaring from the depths of his soul.
Tell the world that Zhong Qingye has fallen in love with him!
However, he didn't. He just lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, trembling slightly due to the violent ups and downs of emotions, as if he was holding back something.
"Qi Mo?" Zhong Qingye moved his head forward a little without knowing why.
Qi Mo suddenly raised his head, and the bright light in his eyes almost burned two holes in Zhong Qingye.
"Qingye..." His voice was hoarse, completely opposite to his expression.
Zhong Qingye was stunned, then turned to smile at him, as if he suddenly understood something, his expression was quite teasing: "What, if you want to hear my confession, just say it, why did you deliberately lie to me? Make me so nervous.
G."
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She raised her fist and hit him on the chest. Her face turned red, and she looked angry and cute, making people want to swallow it in one gulp.
"I love you." After Qi Mo said it, his lips pressed heavily against Zhong Qingye's red lips.
Zhong Qingye leaned back subconsciously, but the back of his neck was quickly hugged, and his lips felt hot.
Qi Mo closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment.
The soul that had not received a response was finally released at this moment. All the emotions in the past, good or bad, have all become the prelude to the symphony of love. No matter how intense and surging they were at the time, they have now turned into a thin flow of love.
River of sweetness.
Zhong Qingye's hands that were originally pressed against his chest slowly dropped down, followed the elegant arc of his body, and gradually came to his back, and hugged him tightly with both hands.
The two people's bodies were close to each other again, until there was only a slight gap. Then, the trembling long eyelashes slowly lowered, covering their eyes with mist, and their cheeks were as red as peach blossoms in March.
She is not a delicate woman, and she does not know so many ways to welcome or reject love. She only knows that after deciding to accept, she should not make so many reserved remarks.
If it was Qi Mo...she thought, she could try hard to love again.