"Go up and stand still, I'm afraid I will change my mind..."
He pretended to be ambiguous, and gently rubbed her lips with his slender index finger, which made Tong Yao blush. She ran away as if running away, and soon disappeared into the corridor of the apartment.
Seeing her figure disappear from sight, the faint smile on Qin Muyuan's face gradually faded away. He looked up with a solemn expression and looked at the floor where she lived. He didn't leave for a long time -
Sorry, Tong Yao!
He understands her hesitation all too well! He clearly knows that she doesn't want to hurt anyone... However, love is inherently selfish. This time, let's treat him as the one who made the decision and solve everything in a cruel way!
Qin Muyuan leaned against the car door leisurely, his eyes always looking at the dark floor, touching the bright and dying scarlet in the darkness, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his lips: Qin Qiaotian, have you been waiting for a long time?
Upstairs, all Qin Qiaotian's anger and persistence were pulled out of him at the moment he saw Tong Yao and Qin Muyuan kissing. He stood weakly and feebly, as if he had separated from his soul, and heard the door unlocking.
The sound made me feel helpless...
Not noticing anything was wrong, Tong Yao continued as usual: climbing the stairs, getting the key, unlocking the door, pushing the door, turning on the light... a series of habitual actions, but he was stunned when he smelled the strong smell of tobacco in the house!
Is anyone smoking here?
She frowned and took a cautious step back. Just when she was about to quit and call the police, she heard an indifferent voice coming from the window: "Tong Yao, it's me."
Qin Qiaotian?
Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down. She was a little more nervous than if she had been robbed at home. She looked at the source of the sound blankly, and after a few seconds she smiled stiffly: "Qin Qiaotian, why don't you turn on the light?"
He didn't speak, his body still hidden in the darkness by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Tong Yao exhaled, turned on all the lights in the room, threw the bag on the sofa, and looked away: "Have you had dinner? I don't seem to have much food at home..."
"What's wrong with your face?" Qin Qiaotian's expression tightened when he caught a glimpse of the large gauze on the side of her face, and he strode out with a worried look on his face.
"It's okay, I got hurt accidentally," she said in an understatement, keeping silent about what happened today. Until now, she didn't know that the last call today was actually from him, and her words of "help"
, and what an uproar it caused...
"Who was injured?" Qin Qiaotian insisted, taking another step forward, "How was it injured?"
"This... is unexpected!" Unable to dodge, she simply threw out a word to prevaricate, and smiled awkwardly, "You want to see me... for something?"
He was silent, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Then...can we talk?" Tong Yao mustered up the courage. While sitting down on the sofa, he patted the seat next to him, "I have something to say to you."
Qin Qiaotian's eyes dimmed: Sure enough, was she still going to confess to him?
"Okay!" Pretending to smile casually, he chose the seat opposite her and sat down. Instead, he spoke first, "Don't worry about him. The fatal wound was a blow to the back of the head. Your stone only knocked
Arrived in front of him"
"What?" His words made Tong Yao pause. The hand that was pouring water froze in mid-air. It wasn't until the water in the glass spread out and flowed onto his hand that he let go quickly in pain.
She looked at him with shock: How did he know?
"The man who died in the factory" ignored her pale face. He reminded and explained lightly, "You really don't need to take it to heart."
"I..." She was so surprised that she had nothing to say. She just stared blankly at the man in front of her.
Qin Qiaotian like this made her feel strange.
"Did he cause the injury on his face?" He stood up slowly, walked to her and leaned down, gently rubbing his fingers through the gauze. His eyes were full of complexity that Tong Yao couldn't understand, "Fortunately,
, he is dead..."
Tong Yao couldn't help but shuddered. What do you mean by "fortunately, he is dead"? Is this what Qin Qiaotian said?
"You...why are you...weird?" Tong Yao curled his lips in embarrassment. Everything he wanted to talk to Qin Qiaotian was choked in his throat, and he didn't know where to start.
He rubbed his fingers on her face, then silently took them back for a long time, and took out something from his pocket - that ring!
"Lost? I found it." He smiled bitterly and placed the thing in front of Tong Yao, but did not bring it with her.
Tong Yao couldn't help but take a breath, the depression of "lifelong marriage" came back to her, making her frown in embarrassment, and all these small movements were seen by Qin Qiaotian
He cannot deceive himself forever. He must accept a fact that he has deliberately ignored: Tong Yao really doesn't love him!
"Tong Yao!" He closed his eyes in pain, and suddenly took off the ring on his hand, threw it on the coffee table, and said coldly, "Let's break up!"
[Please give me a gold medal! Please give me a gold medal~ Please give me a gold medal at the end of the sprint~]