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

Qinghe feels that life is extremely disillusioned.

She tried her best to keep the perfect smile on her face, and mobilized her limbs to work together to move forward with all her strength.Her mind was as chaotic as a princess's room that hadn't been tidied up by a servant. It was filled with so many complicated thoughts that she didn't even hear what other people said after the curtain call.

On the way to the backstage dressing room with the big troops, this time she wished she had never had such a thing as hearing!

Why is Harry Osborn everywhere in this world?

It's not him, it's the reports about him, or his name... Oh!There is also an inexplicable obsession with him between the words of some ignorant girls.

Qinghe kept silent about this, she smiled and said hello to the others, and immediately fled into her dressing room—by the way, she tore off the sign with her name on it by the door.

Then she slammed the door shut, and it was only then that she leaned her back against the door before she managed to calm down.

She has to get out of this ghostly place now!

After she took off those complicated props and costumes and replaced them with the clothes she was wearing, a phone call came suddenly.

It showed an unfamiliar call without a note, Qinghe picked it up, and said very naturally, "Hello——"

Then a sharp female voice rose from the phone screen.It was only then that Qing He remembered that this was her landlady in this world, and she came to collect debts.

"Okay, okay, I get it, next time—" Qinghe held the phone in her hand, and the rapid tone of the landlord on the other end made her feel a little out of breath.But in all fairness, the landlord is not to blame for this aggressive tone, after all, she already owes two months rent——

Who would have thought that in the last world she was still a rich and beautiful woman, but in this world she is a pauper?

Qinghe felt very uncomfortable when she thought of this. Although she was not sensitive to money, it was the first time she encountered such a situation that she was about to be unable to support herself after traveling through so many worlds.

The main reason is that the theater's income is too unstable, and she just offended a lot of producers just now.

But what else can I do?Not yet.The difficult days can always be passed, after all, if there is no such trouble, there will be another one...

While answering the phone, Qinghe picked up her envelope bag on the dressing table and walked out gracefully.

Even if the current situation is not good, you can't expose this embarrassment to others.

Qinghe has been listening to the landlady chattering on the other end of the phone, but she didn't hang up the phone, after all, she is now the wrong party.

She just walked out of the theater actor's dressing room door while listening to the phone, she listened silently and would occasionally chime in.But as soon as she stepped out of the door of the dressing room, she turned her head and met Harry Osborn's gaze.

He was wearing a high-end suit and a silk scarf around his neck. Even Qinghe knew that it must be of great value—Harry even brought a bouquet of flowers, white bouquets, very clear in color, but the center of the flowers was pale pink , It feels like a girl's skirt that has been wrinkled by the breeze.

Qinghe saw what kind it was. She seemed to have seen it in the flower list a few days ago, it was an Austin rose.

The rich man made a special trip to wait outside the private dressing room with a large bouquet of flowers.If Qinghe doesn't know who this is, then she is likely to be really moved, and even secretly agrees.

"Long time no see." His tone was extremely indifferent and there was a hint of a smile, because the other party's handsome face was so confusing that you couldn't taste whether it was a smile or a mockery, "...Rynith?"

Qinghe was numb all over. She stared at Harry for a while, pursed her lips, and felt her limbs stiffen.Under these circumstances, of course, she had no interest in continuing to listen to the chatter of the Spanish landlord. In fact, she wanted to, but the current situation obviously did not allow her to do so.

But Qinghe didn't take the phone away from her ear, she just looked at Harry with a defensive look, wondering what this guy was going to do next.

She obviously made it up when she said her name was Linis, and she thought he must have seen the poster outside the theater, so it's impossible that she still doesn't know what her real name is.Harry Osborn - he did it on purpose!

Now that Qinghe hears this Rynith, he feels that both ears are going to burn.

RYNITH

Literally every letter was a reminder of the absurdity of what she had done that night.

After dozens of seconds, Harry seemed to be dissatisfied with her dullness at the moment. He approached, walked her mobile phone away, and then cut off the phone.

In exchange, this large bouquet of snow-white Austin roses was thrown into Qing He's arms.

The girl secretly thought that something was wrong, she didn't want to get too close to the brown-haired man, so she lifted the Austin rose in her arms up to cover half of her face, and in a trance she smelled a gust of wind blown by the wind. Dispersed classic fragrance.

"Let's take a walk," the girl heard him say, her tone raised slightly, the voice was nice but it was hard to tell whether he was in a good or bad mood, "Shallwe"

Qinghe couldn't give a better answer than follow him.She was almost the last batch of people to leave the theater. It was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, and there were very few pedestrians on the whole street except her. Generally speaking, no matter what, a young woman was very It's also not wise to walk home alone late at night, as dangers usually breed in the dark.

Coupled with the fact that she is still dressed so flamboyantly now——Qinghe held the snow-white bouquet without moving, she thought about her current sexy attire: a lavender tie skirt, a one-shoulder crop top, which is also pale purple. The purple one makes her big breasts and thin waist very feminine.

Combined with world consciousness, she felt uncomfortable.But she didn't wear it on purpose, because she only has this type of clothes in her closet in this world!

Qinghe secretly made up her mind that when she got paid, she would rush to the urban area to buy some more ordinary clothes.

"Where are you going?" Qinghe felt that the guy next to him was really crazy, he would sit alone in a luxury car in the middle of the night thinking about life, and now he wanted to take a walk together at this time...

She quietly glanced at him a few times, seeing that his gaze was always at the forefront and did not turn to her, Qing He's temptation became unscrupulous.

Harry's face was already regarded as smaller among white people, so when he was not talking, he looked a lot like a high school student.

Seeing that Harry didn't answer the question she just asked, Qinghe coughed deliberately, trying to get his attention.

Sure enough, he stopped and turned to look.

"Beforehand, that night... I didn't do it on purpose!" Qinghe felt that he still needed to explain, although he might not believe it, "It's just a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you, I'm sorry... I will Saw you on the news, Harry, your father—sorry."

Qinghe originally wanted to comfort him, but for some reason, she fell silent again halfway through the conversation.Obviously, the two of them are still just strangers, so it might not be appropriate to say such words.

Harry didn't seem to expect her to say this, and he didn't respond for a while, maybe he was thinking about Qinghe's intentions in saying such words.

Of course he didn't need any apology from her. In fact, if he had to discuss it, he shouldn't have said something very offensive that night.

After a while, he finally spoke: "...what did you call me?"

Hearing this, Qing He frowned. She didn't pay attention to this little detail just now—why did she call him Harry?

It made the girl feel like she had said the wrong thing, and before the atmosphere fell silent again, Harry said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"You called me Linis just now." Qing He muttered, and she suddenly thought of something again, and she was amused, "You don't really know where you are going, do you?"

Her big bright eyes were fixed on Harry, as if she wanted to pick out some embarrassment in the young man's majestic face.

But unfortunately, the expression she expected did not appear on Harry's handsome face.

Instead, he admitted frankly, "You're right, I really don't know."

"But it's enough for you to know, isn't it?" Harry suddenly turned around and took a few steps towards her. He couldn't understand the sudden approach and was a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously took a step back while stepping on his high heels, almost spraining his ankle.

But Harry had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed her hand.

He smiled slightly, this smile was as refreshing and bright as dawn: "——my little tour guide."

Qinghe was almost sniped by his smile, she quietly turned her eyes away and at the same time withdrew her hand.

She whispered, "It's only midnight now...but you can't drink if you're sick."

"It's very simple, take me to your house." His tone was flat as hell.

Qinghe widened his eyes.