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

Qinghe glanced at the light of the mobile phone briefly, but the result disappointed her greatly.

Well……

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that there is no bag on the bedside table!

The girl sighed, and the uneasiness in her heart obviously intensified.

No, won't you?If Harry did find out—

Qinghe took a step closer, and glanced at Harry who was lying on the bed from the corner of the eye with the flashlight of the mobile phone.At this time, the other party rolled up the quilt and faced the other side, which made Qinghe completely unable to see the other party's face clearly.

If he really found out, how could he still be able to sleep?

Just when she was standing by the bed and hadn't figured out what to do next, she clearly saw the quilt wrapped by Harry on the bed move.

That said, Harry moved a little.

He was very afraid that Harry would wake up suddenly, so he lay down on the ground while turning off the phone light, clinging to the side of the bed, not daring to move.

The girl felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and at the same time, the embarrassing situation that Harry had discovered in her mind was so vivid at the moment that the temperature on her face began to rise, and then dropped suddenly.

Ah... nothing happened.

After hearing the slight sound of Harry turning over once, the environment became quiet again.

Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief, but even so, she didn't get up immediately. Instead, she got up cautiously and watched Harry lying on the bed by the way.

Well, the dark environment is really hard to see.

Leave as soon as you find it!

Harry's room was quite big, and Qinghe finally found her bag after looking around.

It was on the counter, next to the blank picture frames.

Qinghe hurriedly opened the bag and found that the contents inside did not seem to have changed in any way.

It looked like Harry hadn't opened it.

Hmm... yes, a rich young man like him who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth must not care much about other people's affairs.

Thinking of this, for no reason, Qinghe suddenly felt a faint sense of loss.

But this shallow loss came and went quickly, and was immediately left behind by Qinghe, and she should leave now——

But by coincidence, the girl's eyes moved from the bag to the photo frame next to her.

The faint white light of the mobile phone adds a pale feeling to the empty wooden photo frame.

She couldn't help but wonder why there are blank photo frames at home?After all, wouldn't a photo frame be functionally meaningless if it didn't hold a photo or something else?

Out of curiosity, the girl picked up one of the smaller photo frames, looked at the front and back at random, and found that it seemed to be no different from ordinary photo frames.

It's just that the corners of this picture frame are a little worn, and it seems to be old.Logically speaking, the Osborne family would not have such a thing.

Just as she was putting the frame back, Harry's cell phone on the bedside table vibrated.

!

Harry's mobile phone ringtone comes with the system, a wave sound accompanied by vibrations rang through the room.

Qinghe was almost gone, and it looked like Harry was going to be woken up soon!

Harry moved.

With the current state, he would definitely not be able to run out of the room, so Qing He had no choice but to lay down on the ground next to the bed again.

She clings to the side of the bed, not daring to vent her breath. Now, should she thank her slender figure for allowing her to survive like this?

If she had known that Harry hadn't opened it, she wouldn't have come... This made her look like a pervert, entering someone's room in the middle of the night.

The girl raised her eyes, and from her angle, she could see Harry's outstretched hand.

He was touching the phone on the bedside table.

Without any suspense, Harry grabbed his mobile phone, so Qinghe heard Harry say hello.

"What's the matter?" Harry always got to the point quickly after the usual greetings. To be honest, no one would be in a good mood after being disturbed in the middle of the night, but his mask was always on very well. Never took it off.

Qinghe lay on the ground and dared not get up at all, and she also secretly complained in her heart why the unknown person would call in the middle of the night for no reason.

It's good now, I don't know if Harry still feels sleepy after answering the phone.

"Ah." He was a little surprised, and his teasing tone went smoothly, "A carnival party?"

It is estimated that some ignorant second-generation ancestor called him again.

"Woman? I don't need it," Harry said. "My wife will be angry if I go."

The environment on the other end of the phone may be too noisy, the other party's voice was so loud that even Qinghe could hear it, as if something echoed Harry's words, "Angry women are the scariest" or something.

The person on the other end of the line said congratulations, but Harry didn't answer.

Clearly, the matter of Harry answering the phone in the middle of the night has nothing to do with Qinghe, but the topic has somehow been brought up to her. In fact, Qinghe is very reluctant to think this way—but she has already promised Harry that she will continue to carry out public relations It is a typical couple relationship, so it is self-evident who Harry is talking about "this one from my family".

Ah, but this is not what she wants!

Qinghe became troubled silently.

"She? She looks average."

"No pictures."

Harry fell silent after saying these two sentences briefly, perhaps because what the other party said on the phone was a little too familiar.

"She's not the kind to play around with," said Harry, "or—you think I'd like to bring my girlfriend in for people to admire? She's not an object."

Qinghe could hear from his tone that his mood was gradually gloomy.

After chatting for a few minutes, Harry's tone gradually became flat again, "That's it, hang up."

Qinghe felt that he might be frowning.

Originally, Qinghe thought that he would continue to sleep after answering the phone call, but the action she expected to put the phone on the bedside table did not appear.

Harry's phone doesn't turn on silent, so Qinghe heard the short crisp sound when he swiped the webpage.

I don't know how long I waited, but Qinghe's folded hands were numb.

But when will Harry continue to sleep!She is also very tired lying here!And the floor was icy too!

She heard Harry turn the mattress slightly, and she tensed up.

Then Harry's arm came into view again, Qinghe's raised eyes, whose gray silk pajamas caught Qinghe's attention.

Harry wanted to put the phone back, but unexpectedly his hand shook and the phone fell straight down.

Qinghe didn't have time to think, and directly picked up Harry's cell phone.

"What are you doing."

Harry's deep voice rang out above her head.

The girl was numb this time, and her gesture of catching the phone didn't change. She kept this posture and looked up at Harry.

"No, nothing..."

Every time I subconsciously say something that is always useless.

Harry's phone didn't even turn off the screen, and the chat box on the information interface was completely presented in front of the girl's eyes.

It is the phone number of an unknown contact who has not yet made a note.

Qinghe didn't dare to look carefully, she suspected that Harry would kill her immediately.

"Really?" Harry asked back. "You don't look like a person at all right now."

Anyway, now that he has been discovered, Qinghe didn't want to lie on the ground anymore, so he simply got up and handed him the phone by the way.

Harry took it, but the bland look of scrutiny on his face didn't change.

Qinghe had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "I just found out that I left my bag in your room and forgot to take it, so... I'm sorry."

If there is a mirror in front of the girl now, she will be surprised to find how pitiful her expression is now.

"It's fine if you come tomorrow to get it, why bother so much." Harry said lightly, but in the next second his eyes fell on the bag that Qinghe was still holding in his arms.

"Still, what are you hiding?"

Harry’s calmly raised doubts drove Qinghe crazy. In order to prevent further misunderstandings, Qinghe quickly explained, “No! It’s just that there are some women’s items in it.” Her face was almost red, “...not quite Excuse me."

The girl didn't dare to look at Harry anymore, her eyes were erratic.

"It's up to you." Harry didn't question her wickedly as Qinghe thought, he was indeed very interested.

This indifferent attitude made Qinghe somewhat relieved, but luckily Harry didn't open her bag——

"I've seen it anyway," he added.

???

Harry's words were completely shocking, making Qinghe gasp.Even his legs went limp, and he slumped down on the side of his bed subconsciously.

Perhaps thinking the girl's overreaction was amusing, Harry smiled meaningfully.

"So excited..." he said, "You're not doing something bad, are you, girlfriend?"