Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

Where the hell is this?

"I didn't!" Qinghe retorted, fortunately there were no streetlights on this road, otherwise her blushing face would have completely betrayed her heart.

"So, you admit that you love me?" Harry said slowly.

There were not enough doubts in his tone, which proved that he thought so, and it couldn't be more clear.

"I didn't say that either." Qinghe felt that Harry's brain circuit was really strange, why doesn't liking Peter mean liking him?

"You're not allowed to like him," said Harry, who seemed very dissatisfied with Qinghe's answer.

"Why?" Qing He wanted to confront him deliberately, "I think Peter is very good!"

"There's no reason. If you like him, I won't be happy." Harry said, a little fragile emotion suddenly appeared in his eyes, which caught Qinghe by surprise.

"What will you do if you are upset?" Qing He resisted the urge to hug him and asked.

Harry just smiled more subtly, "You don't want to know."

"What are you talking about?" Peter turned around, only to realize that he seemed to be walking too fast, leaving the two of them firmly behind.

Then the little spider stopped.

Harry didn't answer him.Before the atmosphere became awkward and strange, Qinghe said quickly, "It's nothing!"

She immediately changed the subject: "You left too fast! Peter, do you know what homework we have besides writing the review? I can't remember."

Peter was very happy to answer her questions, and the two chatted immediately, excluding Harry invisibly.

Harry silently stared at this happy scene, his eyes darkened.

Sure enough, as Peter said, the night market has always been very lively.

This street is different from other places, and it is basically brightly lit at night.

There are many small stalls here, and they are dazzled by all kinds of food.The fragrance of food wafted in the air, which somewhat stimulated Qing He's taste buds, and drove most of her drowsiness away.

Harry silently watched the dark-haired girl look left and right, passing through the flowers like a butterfly, and staying in a certain place.

?

Is the food on the food stand so attractive?

I can watch it for so long...

Harry thought this was a fool, but he followed her and bought a copy of everything she had just seen.

Then throw it to Peter.

When Qinghe remembered that there were two men behind him, when he turned around, he was also shocked.

Both of them took many kinds of food in their hands at the same time, and she obviously just glanced at these foods!

Qing He frowned, "I just want to take a look at it, and it will satisfy my hunger. What are you buying so much for?"

"I just bought it because you looked like you wanted it," said Harry.

But Qinghe didn't reply him, just stared silently at the two men in front of him, his eyes gradually became different.

It has not been found before.

When these two people stand together, they are actually a good match...

Gee.

Staring at her changing expression in front of him, Harry felt that something was wrong.

It always feels like she's thinking about something she shouldn't be thinking about.

Harry stepped forward directly, stuffed things into Qinghe's arms, and forcibly interrupted her train of thought.

"Will it be heavy? Let me carry it for you?" Seeing this, Peter hurried forward.

Qinghe glared at Harry, but in the next second Peter suggested, "How about we take a photo?"

He hadn't noticed it before, but after hearing Peter's words, Qinghe saw that there was actually a small photo studio by the side of the street.Surprisingly, it's still closed now.

"Okay!" Qinghe directly agreed, since he has also lost his horse anyway, so it's better to be more frank.

It would be nice to have a headshot like that.

Qinghe has a feeling.She felt that they were like three psychopaths who stayed up in the middle of the night and wandered around outside, but it was actually quite fun.

If only the relationship with everyone can be as harmonious as this time, hehe.

When they asked the three of them to take a photo together, the owner's eyes were very subtle.

But none of them took it to heart.

Qing He stared at the photo in his hand and let out a satisfied sigh.

"As expected of you, Peter, your suggestion is very good." Qing He said sincerely.

Peter was praised, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Sure enough, many girls like to observe the photos carefully, no, Qing He held the photos in front of his eyes as he spoke, wishing to get a magnifying glass to look carefully, and take all the clues in the photos into his eyes.

She is still c.Harry and Peter were on her left and right, with different expressions on their faces.Peter smiled happily, but Harry still had no expression on his face, that was all it needed to be, and there was a hint of "my friend is two mentally retarded" in Harry's eyes.

Forget it, Harry is still handsome without expression, so forgive him for now.

What's more, playing with two handsome guys, I have to say that I am quite happy.

Qinghe suddenly felt quite satisfied with this activity, she couldn't help nodding.

She shared the photo with Peter and Harry, "Here you are! Just keep it as a souvenir!"

"Then let's go back, brothers!" Qinghe proposed, and this time finally no one objected to her words, because the two of them were also busy looking at the photos——

Peter was trying to use his knowledge of photography to make a critical comment on the photo, while Harry simply lowered his eyelashes and stared at the photo.

"Praise me for looking good, right? I know, needless to say!" Qinghe looked at Harry with great interest, and immediately said in a confident voice, very cute and narcissistic.

"No." Harry actually denied it. He pointed to position C, "I just think the guy standing in the middle looks silly."

Humph.

"You're just too embarrassed to praise me."

Harry ignored her, and just walked straight to a car parked on the side of the road not far away.

The whole body is black, very low-key, very luxurious.Qinghe doesn't know much about cars, but this car reminds her of when she first met Harry.

It was so embarrassing to pick out a Barbie dream mansion.

If time could be restarted, she might not necessarily run to open the door.

... except that the coupe is open-top today.

Qinghe couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart, but she sat in anyway.

Because the direction of Peter's house was not in the right direction for both of them, Harry put Peter down first.

He had just sent Peter home, and Harry didn't seem to want to stay here even for a second. He just stepped on the accelerator after exchanging light greetings, and the luxury car sped along the empty road in the middle of the night, as if about to Leave time behind.

It was indeed not Qinghe's illusion just now, this car looks familiar - it is indeed familiar.

This familiar feeling had appeared when Harry had just closed the roof of the car, and then gradually deepened.

Today the car is no longer open, but closed.

Qinghe is not a person who understands cars. She only distinguishes cars by their color and license plate number.But with a sneaky glance at Harry, who was steering the wheel, her thoughts suddenly returned to that April night.

She had finished watching the movie, but... She always felt that there seemed to be a huge secret hidden behind Harry.

Then she remembered that it had been so long since the reunion, and she hadn't asked about Harry carefully.

She speculated that other people's timelines were all extended forward. Peter went to school, and Sherlock came to New York by himself. As for Bruce, it goes without saying.But... After the world lines overlapped, there was no report about the Green Goblin, and Oscorp did not gradually fall apart because of the various schemes of the top management. The only heir to the business empire was not imprisoned in Ravenclough.

Coupled with the previous emergencies.

Qinghe has already guessed that it is almost inseparable——

The timeline belonging to Harry runs backwards.He's stuck in time.

Thinking of this, Qinghe's eyes fell on Harry more seriously than before, but she was afraid that Harry, who was concentrating on driving, would find her peeking, so she only glanced at him slightly out of the corner of her eye.

Harry tonight didn't look much different from the first time he met him.The biggest difference that Qinghe can think of is that he is not wearing a suit at this time, and he looks more like a big boy next door than a business elite.

Harry's picturesque eyebrows were just reflected in the long and narrow rearview mirror inside the car.

He briefly glanced at Qinghe who was sitting on the co-pilot, and opened his thin lips lightly: "If you want to ask anything, just say it."

"I—" Qinghe didn't know where to start asking, she had a lot of questions in her mind now.

"Shall we exchange secrets?" The girl suddenly suggested, "You speak first."

Harry's eyes were all focused on the road in front of him at the moment. When he was waiting for the traffic light, he finally looked at He and found that the expression on this guy's face was actually very serious.

Those pure black crystal eyes stared at him intently, as if they really wanted to hear some shocking secret from him.

Harry tilted his head, and there was a trace of doubt on his expressionless and indifferent face.

In Qinghe's field of vision, Harry's face looked beautiful but pale. He blinked, and finally said: "When I was in the second year of high school, I skipped class and sneaked out over the wall to play, but was discovered by a female classmate."

Qinghe:?

What kind of secret is this?

Qing He was stunned for a moment, and then angrily made an accusation: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"What intention?" Harry asked back, "I told you the only deviant thing I did as a good student, isn't that a secret?"

"Oh, man." Qing He said, "Well, then I once broke into a stranger's Ferrari California in the middle of the night."

"You don't count. I already knew." Harry chuckled lowly.Under the warm yellow light in the car, his young face looked very soft, looking very gentle.

The two of them didn't talk any more in tacit understanding for a while, they just looked at the traffic light not far away in silence, waiting for its instructions.

Before the traffic lights changed again, Qinghe asked, "Then what? Did that female classmate inform you?"

Harry's eyes twinkled, "No. She asked me to take her out to play."

The brown-haired man seemed to have thought of something funny, and the corners of his lips raised slightly again, "But her short legs really don't support her doing things like climbing over the wall."

He didn't say any more when he said this, because the car started moving again.

"She must like you!" Qinghe started to gossip, and then said thoughtfully, "...I thought you had no friends."

"I like the quiet." Harry replied, "It's a pleasure to be alone."

"Then you know—then do you know who Spider-Man is?" Qing He suddenly felt that he was really a useless topic, so he chose the most serious stalk after going around.

Harry was silent for a moment, perhaps debating whether or not to share his answer.

"Pete."

Qinghe's pupils trembled, but Harry was still so indifferent, but he became indifferent to others, as if invisible ice was covering his skin bit by bit along the skirt of his clothes, and burrowing into his body .

"Very surprised?"

"Yes, a little?" Qinghe replied, it was hard not to admit that her tongue seemed to be knotted, this news was really—really surprising.

Why didn't she find out?

She obviously thought that Peter was not the kind of person who was very good at disguising and lying, but she didn't expect him to keep such a big secret from her!

Is this the darkness under the lights?

And Harry knew that Peter was Spider-Man, but he didn't do anything to Peter, instead he could play with Peter calmly.

A man's heart, a needle under the sea.

But if Peter is Spider-Man, then many things can make sense.

However, she still remembers the first time she met Spider-Man because of the lemonade - the masked hero from Queens helped her snatch the iced lemonade back from the thief.

However, Harry was there at that time.

Qinghe is a little afraid to think about it anymore. Now that the world line is closed, Peter may also know about it...

Grass.

If he really knew, why did he ask? ? ?

Qinghe didn't dare to think about it anymore, is this the trouble of Haiwang? ...

These two people wouldn't have crossed the line behind her back long ago, right?

The more Qinghe thought about it, the more she felt that it was outrageous, and she didn't dare to ask any more, afraid of hearing more things beyond the outline.

She didn't ask, and Harry didn't continue.

So Qinghe was stunned for a while, but when she looked at the buildings on both sides that were gradually receding due to the speed of the car, she was surprised to find that the road she was taking now was not the road to her house at all!

Already gone!

Qinghe has experience, "Harry, you won't... you want to take me somewhere else?"

"I—I want to go home, how about letting me go home?"

"But I didn't say I was going to send you home." There seemed to be a hint of displeasure in Harry's answer.

"If this road has no end and we've been speeding, what do you think?" Harry asked seriously, and the little bit of displeasure just now disappeared as if it had evaporated.

"Miss Chen, I found something." He said, the lights in the car suddenly went out, which made Qinghe unable to see the expression on his face, "And these things make me very unhappy."

Harry rarely called her that.

The title "Miss Chen" sounds very formal and unfamiliar.

The sudden change in his attitude made Qinghe a little unsure how to treat him.

Qinghe noticed keenly that he had said "I'm not happy" twice today.

But she couldn't think of what made him unhappy for a while.

Or... She couldn't explain the things that made him unhappy?

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"What's the matter? Tell me." Qing He tentatively tried.

But Harry stopped talking again, his personality was really difficult to understand, he looked difficult to get along with, but in fact he was not easy to get along with—

This period of silence lasts until the destination location is reached.

Although Qinghe had been to Osborne's villa before, it had indeed been a long time ago.Now that I revisit the old place, I will feel a strange feeling in my heart.

Re-entering the home of a "suitor" was something she had never thought of.

This villa covers a large area and is located in a quiet suburb, with many white roses planted in the garden.It's just that the flowering period of white roses has passed now, so there are no roses in full bloom, only slender branches are left.

A rose with thorns - this rhetoric also fits well with Harry.

Qinghe thought about it endlessly.

Harry got out of the car, handed the key to the butler for safekeeping, and led her upstairs without a word.

The goose down carpet is very soft to step on, but the more it is like this, the more Qinghe feels that she is in the clouds.

"Why don't we just chat here?" After walking upstairs, Qing He was unwilling to continue walking no matter what he said.

Although Harry's villa is very large, there are not even many servants, and the housekeeper hires part-time workers for cleaning.

Because Harry doesn't like having strangers living on his estate.This makes him feel insecure.

But Harry didn't let go of her hand, and when he heard that, he turned his head briefly, and then began to stare at her with those stunning blue eyes until she was defeated.

Qinghe can't stand this kind of thing anymore, you can say whatever you want!

She followed Harry resignedly, and at the same time, she couldn't help thinking, why is she the only one being tempted now?

Harry's bedroom door swung open, and he led the girl inside.

This room is completely forbidden in Osborne Manor, and no one can enter without permission.

There was once a maid who sneaked in out of curiosity and was immediately fired by Harry.

Before Qinghe had time to observe the surroundings, Harry directly put her /on the //bed//, very straight to the point.

Then, the lights went out.

She heard Harry's soft, muffled breathing.

The sound of panting and breathing gently scratched the skin of her neck like a feather, slowly igniting the fire between each other.

Qinghe didn't move for a while, she felt as if she had been cast a wooden man spell in Harry's arms (if there is such a thing in the world), and she became as obedient as a doll.

To be honest, traveling in different worlds, any relationship can be called her mental burden.So she hasn't examined her feelings for a long time, she used to think she didn't have time for this kind of thing, but now—

Qinghe thought she might give it a try.

Harry lowered / lowered / his slender body, and it took little effort to clamp the dark-haired girl firmly.

The feeling of being suddenly trapped in this big soft //bed// deepened, and the thoughts in Qinghe's mind froze for a moment.

It was dark all around, only the temperature of the person who was clinging to him was real.Qinghe is actually not afraid of the dark, but at this moment, she somehow wants to hug someone tightly.

She had expected Harry to do something to her, but nothing had happened.Burying his head on her neck was such a simple action, and Harry kept silent for a long time without revealing any other meaning.

"You, can you tell me why you feel unhappy now?" Qing He stretched out a hand and gently placed it on his back.

Harry's tall nose brushed against her neck, and this touch was quite obvious to Qing He.But she refrained from moving.

"I saw the photo." Harry said after a moment of silence, his hoarse voice was slightly dissatisfied, "You don't want to have a photo with me, but you are willing to let Peter take it for you."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

Qinghe has thought about all kinds of reasons that are thousands of times more serious than this, but he has never thought about this kind of thing... this kind of, trivial matter.

"That's right, I took it casually. It's not like I want to." Qinghe explained like this, feeling more and more like a scumbag who ran away after flirting, and now she can't figure out who is her right wife up.

To use a famous saying, that is, I am not a scumbag, I just want to give boys all over the world a home.

In order to relieve her sense of guilt temporarily, Qinghe reached out and stroked Harry's soft hair.

Harry's hair was just trimmed a few days ago, and the short parts, like the back of his head, feel a bit //hard/, but the longer parts are soft.

Touching a boy's hair is a bit like touching a dog's hook.

The more he touched his head, Qinghe's movements became wider and wider. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had inadvertently messed up Harry's elite hairstyle, and what he met was the slightly dissatisfied gaze of the young man.

"What are you doing?" he accuses.

"I've been insomnia for a long time." He said unnaturally again.

The author has something to say: what Harry said about skipping classes can be understood as an easter egg, and the if line follows the world where Carlo and Harry don't like each other.Carol is mine QWQ for love (pat)

Babies, this time I will write a side story~