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After finishing his lines, Feng Qing exited the scene very winkingly, leaving time for the two actors in the car, and left in a brush of clothes, cleaning up the mess in the cafe.

Fu Ying really didn't expect Zhong Xu to help herself think of all the reasons this time, and it fits with her silent and avoidant attitude just now, it is logical and applicable.

In a flash of thought, he blinked and began to struggle vigorously, breaking free from Zhong Qiu's restraint, sitting up and leaning against the side.

"Is what he said true or false?"

Fu Ying didn't answer Zhong Qiu's questions, and he didn't need any deceitful responses. He heard what the two said through the monitor, and he knew everything well. The other party's silence and refusal to accept the scene would not affect his performance.

Fu Ying hung her head aside and rubbed her red wrist, Zhong Qiu stared at him for a long time, then leaned over again and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Ying dodged his hand, and during the struggle, Zhong Qiu received a hard slap on the back of his hand. The sound echoed in the car, and soon the back of his hand was as red as Fu Ying's wrist.

"sorry."

Regardless of the pain in the back of his hand, Zhong Qiu forcibly held Fu Ying's hand. Although he gently rubbed his wrist, he did not let him take his hand out.

"Where does it hurt?" Zhong Qiu asked.

Fu Ying remained silent, bowing her head and not saying a word.

Zhong Qiu moved closer, and the two of them collided with each other's hands and legs. Fu Ying suddenly hissed and her right leg trembled.

"Here?" Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand to hold his thigh, frowned and recalled that when he threw his little neighbor into the car, he had been very careful not to bump into him, but did he still hit him?

Holding the middle of her thigh with her hand, Fu Ying gasped again, slapped Zhong Qiu's hand away abruptly, pushed the others away forcefully, and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Zhong, can you let me get out of the car?"

Zhong Qiu answered irrelevantly: "When did you hit it? Was it when you just got into the car?"

Fu Ying looked up at him, and Zhong Qiu realized that the little neighbor's eyes were red at some point. He paused in his heart, thinking that it really hurts so much?Or did you perform it on purpose by pinching your thigh?

This car is still too small. If I had known that I would drive a bigger car with softer seats, this kind of thing would not have happened.

Fu Ying stared at him with indifference on the face and fanaticism in the heart, scolding the stinky shit Zhong Qiu Shibatiao, this bastard knows that his thigh hurts and uses so much strength, it must be on purpose!

Damn, it hurt so much that I burst into tears,

Trying to widen his eyes, Fu Ying made his eyes a little red again, and tears were about to come out in his eyes. His feelings were already brewing in place, so he turned around abruptly, and reached out to open the car door behind him to get out of the car.

Not far away, Feng Qing was smoking by the trash can, when he saw the car door open suddenly, and Fu Ying got out of the car with half of his body.

Is it over so soon?

He frowned, and before he had time to throw away the cigarette butt in his mouth, he saw a hand suddenly stretched out, wrapping his arms around Fu Ying's waist and leading him back into the car.

The door slammed shut, and the car on the side of the road shook for a while before stopping.

Feng Qing: ...

It's just so exciting while still on the side of the road, exciting oh iron juice.

The car body no longer swayed, and Fu Ying in the car was tightly hugged by Zhong Qiu, unable to move. His tears finally shed in distress during the struggle, embellishing the tragic atmosphere, strengthening the dramatic conflict of the whole scene, and fully completing his own story. mission.

After a while of struggling, Fu Ying let go of her strength and sat in Zhong Qiu's arms. Her eyes were empty and she looked outside, feeling sorry for her thigh that was first hit and then pinched.

Zhong Qiu babbled a few words, his voice was full of emotion, and his emotions were revealed, but when he lowered his head, he found that Fu Ying's expression was still blank, and he immediately tightened his arms around him, and asked next to his ear: "Xiaoying, what are you talking about?" Are you listening?"

Can you say that again?

Fu Ying wanted to say it but couldn't. She could only speak in a cold voice, with a look of more grief than heartbreak: "Let go of me, Mr. Zhong has too many taboos, and I, a common man, don't get involved."

really?I do not believe.

Zhong Qiu stared at Fu Ying's side face, thinking that as long as Zhong Xu continued to send money, you could continue to catch yourself, how could you not get involved.

The two were silent for a while, Zhong Qiu lowered his head first and sighed: "It's my fault, I can't control my emotions just after listening to Zhong Xu's eccentric words, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Fu Ying said lightly, "I don't think I need to be angry."

Looking at the continuous rain outside the car window, he said softly, "I'm in a bad mood today, and I don't want to be angry about meaningless things."

Zhong Qiu remained silent, but still did not let go of the hand that hugged him tightly.

"Secretary Feng just said that your father misunderstood some things. I think we should keep a distance, lest more people misunderstand and cause trouble for you and me."

Fu Ying went to pull the hand at her waist, but was held instead.

"No trouble."

Zhong Qiu's voice sounded, but he slowly let go of his hand, no longer imprisoning Fu Ying.

"Actually, you don't hate me, do you?" Zhong Qiu turned around holding his shoulders, staring at those eyes, and getting closer little by little: "If you hate me, push me away now."

Fu Ying stretched out her hand to touch Zhong Qiu's shoulder, neither pushed it away nor pulled it closer, but said softly: "I don't hate you...I don't want to get close to you now either."

"Don't want to, or dare not?" Zhong Qiu asked.

Fu Ying saw that he didn't speak, the two of them got closer and closer, breathing on each other's face, Fu Ying's hand holding Zhong Qiu's arm gradually tightened, but she still didn't resist his approach.

There was only a little distance left, as long as Zhong Qiu lowered his head slightly, or Fu Ying raised his head, his lips would touch, but no one moved at this time.

Fu Ying's mood was complicated, sometimes Zhong Xu's words were in her mind, and sometimes Zhong Qiu's face changed back and forth, and the emotions in her heart fluctuated accordingly, surging and stirring.

Zhong Qiu was probing and waiting, testing whether the person in front of him would bite the hook he was willing to let go, waiting for the prey in front of him to step into his trap step by step.

The two of them were silent, and the distance between them seemed to be a little closer. Just when their breaths had merged and they were about to touch, there was a sudden knock on the car door.

Feng Qing's voice sounded inappropriately: "If there is any conflict, go back and talk about it. The parking sticker is here. If you stop for a while, you will have to pay a fine."

The two people who were close to each other immediately separated. To be precise, it was Fu Ying who pushed Zhong Qiu away and sat on the side by herself.

But Zhong Qiu was unwilling to let him go so easily, after reaching out to pull Fu Ying over but failed, Zhong Qiu moved to Fu Ying's side, leaned against his ear and whispered: "I'll wait for you..."

Fu Ying was raising her head to refuse, but Master Zhong suddenly stretched out his hand and opened the car door behind him, which startled Feng Qing who was standing by the car.

"Grass, you scared me to death."

Zhong Qiu got out of the car and glanced at him, straightened his clothes, turned around and asked Fu Ying who was sitting inside, "Should I go back now, or go back after eating."

"No, I'll go back by myself."

Fu Ying held on to the door to get out of the car, but Zhong Qiu pressed her shoulders and sat back in the car. The two looked at each other. Fu Ying pushed his hand away and wanted to get out of the car, but was pushed back by Zhong Qiu again, and so on. .

Feng Qing stood aside and watched the movements between the two, and asked deeply: "Excuse me, are you two performing some pantomime?"

Seeing that the two people were still standing there, he clicked his tongue, pulled the co-pilot seat and sat in, put on his seat belt with a peaceful face, clasped his hands on his chest, and said lightly: "Whether you get in or get out of the car, please Hurry up and decide, the wage earners are very hungry and want to eat."

Fu Ying no longer struggled to get out of the car, Zhong Qiu closed the door for him, and pulled the co-pilot away.

Feng Qing looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"Get down and drive." Zhong Qiu said indifferently: "Is there a reason why the boss drives and the secretary takes the co-pilot?"

Feng Qing remained motionless: "Of course, the president of Aihua Technology drives the car by himself, and the secretary takes the co-pilot?"

Zhong Qiu: "The secretary's secret is sweet honey, and your secretary is the secret of constipation. Different varieties don't need to be mixed."

Feng Qing: ... You're so cruel.

The wage earner got out of the car and thought that the boss would sit in his seat, but he didn't expect this person to get into the back seat again.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Feng Qing crossed himself and prayed: This car is an ordinary car, not the standard equipment with fenders in the president's car, you two, please don't give me a hard time!

When the car started, Fu Ying only had a short communication with Feng Qing along the way. Zhong Qiu was on the left side, but it was like the Milky Way across the road. If silence is golden, then Fu Ying has already won the double-color ball first prize.

For the salary that has not yet arrived this month, Secretary Feng was hungry, while talking politely to Mr. Fu, while stepping on the speeding passing line, he sent him home.

Just as the car stopped in the parking space, Fu Ying thanked Feng Qing and was about to get out of the car. Zhong Qiu grabbed his hand and pushed him onto him. Feng Qing sat in front and held his breath for a while. One, two, three wooden people did not dare to move move.

"What I just said is always valid." Zhong Qiu gently rubbed Fu Ying's wrist: "I'll wait for you."

It wasn't until Fu Ying's figure disappeared in the elevator room that Zhong Qiu put away the gentleness on his face, and returned to his usual silent and cold, leaning on the seat and asking, "What do you want for lunch? I'll treat you."

"I was full from eating melons just now, but I'm not very hungry now." Feng Qing turned around and said, "What's the matter with you, I'll wait for you. Wait for him to enter the prison and eat together, or wait for him to get out of the prison." Come out, husband and wife, return home?"

Zhong Qiu raised his eyebrows: "Who said he was going to get into trouble?"

"Didn't you say it? Why, changed your mind again?" Feng Qing paid attention to the expression on Zhong Qiu's face, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally murmured: "No way..."

"Why not?" Zhong Qiu said indifferently: "He is single, and I am also single, nothing can stop..."

"Your yearning for freedom?" Feng Qing clicked his tongue: "Put it down, even if you really like him a little bit, have you ever thought about how he will treat you after he knows the truth? Or, Can you be sure that he really likes you now, or is it a lie?"

Zhong Qiu: "Whether a person really likes you, you can feel it."

He looked at Feng Qing with his face propped up, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Didn't you feel it when you were with Miss Xu?"

"Talking about you, don't bring me up." Feng Qing said impatiently.

Zhong Qiu was silent for a while, and it was rare to be honest: "To be honest, he would definitely be angry if he knew the truth, but that's not important. No matter how angry he is, I won't let him leave me."

"Or, he won't have the chance to leave me."

Zhong Qiu smiled slightly and looked at Feng Qing's face in the rearview mirror: "Since you're not hungry, let's drive directly to the hospital. I haven't seen him for a long time. Today's weather is so good, it's time to go and say hello."