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

Qinghe met the other party's gaze, and the dangerous look in his gaze was self-evident. This condescending and deep gaze made the girl a little incoherent - if she spoke now, she thought it would be like this the result of.

Therefore, Qinghe did not speak hastily, but tightened her lips, and this action also tightened her smooth and beautiful jawline.She also raised her head proudly and looked away, even though she hadn't made eye contact with Harry, she still felt as if her little thoughts had been seen through!

Her mind was now full of the teasing subtlety of Harry's handsome face.

But this dilemma did not last long, and Qinghe soon thought of a new way to break the situation.

Picking up a conversation following the other person's topic will just follow the other person inadvertently.

They walked a few more steps side by side, but Harry's steps were always a little longer than Qing's, so she always seemed to be a step behind him.

Qinghe's eyes slipped from Harry's leather shoes to the open window of a passing clothing store in a bored way.

Projected from the top of the window is a warm light yellow light, which looks strangely warm in the dark night. From a distance, it seems that there is an overly bright light standing in this place.

The watery eyes of the black-haired girl caught a glimpse of a silk scarf loosely tied around the neck of a plastic model in the window.

"It's not impossible if you want me to go with you..." The girl deliberately paused for a while, while those crystal-like black eyes kept observing the expression on the handsome man's face.

But Harry knew at a glance that this guy was imitating him now!

"I want that." Qinghe didn't say what it was, but she stretched out her finger and pointed to the silk scarf in the window, and her fingertip touched the clean glass, her gesture was very honest.

Harry followed her gestures, and then reluctantly shifted his gaze to the silk scarf.

God knows, this is just an ordinary yellow silk scarf.

He didn't quite understand why Qinghe said that suddenly, but it didn't matter - it was just a silk scarf, and he would buy her whatever she wanted.

"Okay." Harry agreed.

But just after he finished speaking, a sly smile like a kitten appeared on the girl's fair face.

"Mr. Osborne, you agreed too early." The smile on the girl's face grew wider, and she even moved closer to Harry while screaming, "What I want is a silk that is unique in the world." towel."

When Harry didn't speak, she quickly added: "I want you to make it by hand! If the silk scarf is not good, I don't dislike the scarf. I can save it until December."

Harry smiled instead of anger, this was the first time someone made such an unreasonable request to him.

Handmade - omg he used to have two servants to dry his hair!

"...You want me to hit you, right?" He smiled and lowered his voice, but Qinghe knew the vague threat in the teasing words.

She almost believed Harry's unconvincing threat.

She feigned embarrassment, lowered her head and pondered for a while, then raised her head to look at Harry, and cautiously suggested, "The sweater?"

Qinghe felt that it was very hard for him to hold back his laughter. After all, it seemed that the sweater was much more involved than the scarf.

The girl's shining eyes aroused even more the hidden desire hidden in Harry's heart. He felt that she would look good when she cried.

Harry approached, put his arms around her shoulders, lowered his head and bit his ear, and said through gritted teeth: "Be careful of the kind I knit."

Qinghe went all out, "Then if you weave something that can cover the important parts, I will wear it if you dare to weave it."

Harry paused for a rare moment, which made the girl even more overwhelmed with joy. She hummed and repeated, "Harry, if you dare to knit, I will dare to wear it. How about it?"

Harry's breathing seemed to be a little short, and it was the first time he was choked by such ignorant words.

"I said... don't you know that things can't cover important parts?"

Qinghe was happy, but she never expected that the moment she raised her head, she found Harry's face flushed.

The contrast in this scene was so great that she almost couldn't react.Isn't it, is Harry the kind of person who can blush casually?We must know that when we first met, he was like an old driver——

But putting aside this thought, Qinghe now wants to hurt him even more: "I don't know what kind of knitting you want to weave, and you're still blushing."

What a joke, it seems that she has been being molested all the time, and of course she will not let go of this good opportunity to moles Harry!

It was also at this time that she rediscovered that Harry was only a 19-year-old college student again.

"I'm afraid you'll have a nosebleed." Qinghe nudged him lightly with his elbow, but Harry blushed and showed a disgusted expression.

"Shut up." Harry gave her a sideways glance, his eyes were a little subtle, he should have been angry, but now he couldn't stop the smile from the corner of his mouth.

Harry didn't want to see the expression on Qinghe's face at this moment, because she really deserved a beating sometimes.

He directly locked the girl's neck with one hand, brought her into his arms again, and prepared to force her to leave.

Of course Qinghe can't beat him!Although Harry looked thin, he was more than capable of subduing her without expending any extra effort.So Qinghe could only let him move, because Harry also said, "—I'll start knitting for you as soon as I get back. After all,"

He didn't speak anymore, but this brief silence made the girl's heartstrings tense.

"Yes, you, want, want..." Harry's bass had a tinge of teasing that couldn't be more obvious, "—special edition, right?"

His words sounded very serious, and he became clear and guilty.

This time the heat on Harry's face subsided, but Qinghe's face was flushed to the neck, even his ears were not spared.Talking at an absolute close distance is what creates that chemistry.

The yellow waste in Qinghe's mind became a mess, and she tried to persuade herself not to think about what Harry meant by "special money", but her mind didn't listen to her rational orders at all, and her mind started to go crazy Patterns emerged that she had more or less known.

Now Qinghe's face is also red, which is good——

Harry felt his revenge had been achieved, and of course he couldn't get out of control alone!

The two of them are like conjoined twins, well, well, to be precise, Qinghe was unilaterally "hijacked" by Harry to the side of the road.They are long overdue.

Without any explanation, the girl was gently pushed into the Maserati by Harry.

The peaceful stare didn't seem like a big deal to Harry at all, he felt that he was really being too kind to her——

In order to calm down, Harry took out a cigarette out of nowhere, and opened the windows on both sides of the car, and all the night wind brought by the driving Maserati was blown in instantly.

The cool night breeze also cooled Qing He's face to some extent.

Harry put his cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it when he saw the girl staring at him unblinkingly.

"Harry, can you stop smoking?" Qinghe searched her mind, and the caring words she said were still the same, "It's not good for your health."

Harry had heard the cliché too many times in a short period of time, and he just said, "I couldn't be in worse shape."

His tone sounded very indifferent, and it was this kind of indifference that made Qinghe feel an inexplicable anger in his heart.

No, Harry just lit a cigarette and took a puff, and the girl immediately snatched his cigarette away.

"Bring it." Harry's sullenness was shallow, and even though Harry's attitude towards her was indeed a little special, it didn't mean that he would tolerate it unconditionally.Besides, his temper is not very good.

"No." The girl said firmly, but Harry obviously didn't like her nonsense, and the big boy just looked at her.

Just when Qinghe was thinking about what to say next, the world consciousness made a decision for her, just like the first meeting.

"Unless you kiss me now."

Qinghe's words changed the expression on Harry's face.

He didn't seem to think that this was something Qinghe would say.But after Qinghe said that, he wouldn't think he was offended.

Harry's answer surprised Qinghe, "No problem."

The girl's unrelieved mood was easily aroused by his next sentence: "But don't you think it's not a good time now? When we get home, we have plenty of opportunities."

The author has something to say: Don't you know the night moves every direction

"Electric"Brett