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

This sentence obviously surprised everyone present, and then the atmosphere fell into a brief silence, and the noise broke out again a few seconds later.

More than tomorrow's New York Daily headlines? !It's like occupying the rhythm of a whole month!

The surrounding flashlights blinded Qinghe's eyes, so before she could react, she was pulled by Harry and started to run.

Simply put, she is still wearing ten centimeter high heels! !

She couldn't express her suffering, so she could only take a deep breath in pain.

After running for a few steps, Harry picked up the girl horizontally, avoided the flashing lights, and ran into the nearby forest.

Then Qinghe saw that the moment the terrain became complicated after running into the forest, those paparazzi seemed to have entered any door, and their figures became less and less.

At the same time, she couldn't help but slander, Harry looks so thin, yet he can hold her so far with one breath...

Really... anyway, she's gone.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself." Qinghe suggested, and Harry followed suit.

Walking is one thing, running is another.Of course they couldn't run in ten-centimeter high heels, so they hid behind tall and sturdy trees.

Qinghe looked behind him again and found a hollow tree.

Without even thinking about it, she dragged Harry into it.

The two of them looked at each other face to face, because Qinghe wore ten centimeter high heels, and the place where her feet were a little higher, so she was only a little shorter than Harry.The space in the trunk is super tight, and they're almost up to each other's noses, breathing together.

Qinghe was the first to speak out, breaking the silence.She said, "It's all your fault, I must have sprained my foot."

Originally, she just wanted to make a small complaint, not to really go online, but she didn't expect that Harry, who had always been arrogant, would apologize immediately.

"My fault," he said.

My mistake.

Qinghe looked at Harry with her big black eyes, and suddenly smiled, "It feels like we are playing hide-and-seek now."

Only then did Harry really notice the hollow tree, and he seemed to think of something that happened before, "Indeed."

Harry's response made Qinghe feel that his childhood was finally getting along with normal people.She asked quickly, "Did you ever play hide and seek when you were a child?"

The brown-haired man in front of him didn't answer immediately after hearing this. He seemed to be seriously considering what Qinghe said, "No."

"But I was caught as a companion."

Qinghe smiled, "Then how did you answer him? Will he be embarrassed?"

"It was very late at that time. I finished my extra-curricular special class and got out of the car while the driver who took me home was going to the supermarket to buy something." Harry began to recall things many years ago, "Walk a few steps, entered In a small alley, someone patted me on the back and said they found you."

"I looked back and found him ripping the cloth strip off his face, he was disappointed to find that I wasn't his companion, but he said sorry. I said - they didn't wait for you, they have gone home. The man didn't believe it .”

"It's too much to sneak away while playing hide-and-seek..." Qing He asked again, "Then how do you reply to him?"

Harry glanced at the girl and said, "I said, is it a shame that no one is waiting? No one is waiting for me."

Qinghe didn't speak again, she looked into Harry's eyes, but Harry didn't show any negative emotion at all.

Yes, no one waiting was just a normal thing for him.

What is more terrifying than "usual" is "habit".

"My mother passed away at that time, so no one cared about me." Harry was a keen person, and he saw Qinghe's doubts.

"I later found out it was the son of a friend of my father's."

"Is that the friend you said you haven't seen for a long time?" Qing He asked.

Harry nodded, "…he's a fool."

Harry had never mentioned any of his friends in front of her, so it must be a good person for someone with high standards like Harry to make him willing to bring up friends.

After a while, Qing He stared at his face who was close at hand, "You——did you really say that sentence?"

Harry also stared at her, but he obviously knew what she was going to say, but he insisted on Qinghe to say it himself.

Harry asked knowingly, "What?"

"Marriage—that." The girl hesitated.

Even though Qinghe felt in her heart that this must be casual, her mind was still occupied by this thought for a long time.It made her bad quality of rest even worse.

In just a few seconds, Qinghe stared at the man tightly, she had never looked at a man so seriously in her life.

Unexpectedly, Harry said lightly, "I don't really remember."

"Would you like to stop repeating it?" he suggested.

Qinghe directly repeated what Harry said last night: "I want to marry you—let's get married."

She was eager to know the answer to her question, so she simply ignored Harry's cunning. (She is known privately as Black Heart.)

This nasty guy!Never again would she seriously think about what he said! !Even though he said it himself, he forgot——

Harry smiled, "Okay, I do."

Qinghe's thoughts were interrupted by Harry's reply.

Hearing Harry's inconsistent response, Qinghe found out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.Her eyes widened: what strange things did she say just now!

Then a silver-white ring came into Harry's hand, and he pinched the ring between his thumb and forefinger until the girl's eyes.

"There's a ring now," said Harry, "marry me."

Qing He stared at the luster on the silver ring, momentarily speechless.

What is the situation now?

Why does the expression on his face look so serious...

Qing He didn't dare to think about it anymore, her eyes quickly passed over the face of the handsome man who was close at hand, and finally drifted to the outside of the hollow tree trunk.

She suddenly raised her arm towards the outside, pointing outward, "Look at the flying saucer!"

But after dozens of seconds, the posture of the two of them close at hand has not changed a bit.Only then did Qing He turn his gaze back to the man's face, and twitched the corners of his mouth, not smiling, "It seems that you don't quite believe it..."

Harry stared at her for a while, and Qinghe felt that his eyes seemed to be looking at the mentally retarded, and she couldn't help but secretly complained why she said something about flying saucers, and she should just say that there is a Spiderman outside!

After all, judging from the current situation in New York, it should be said that the probability of Spider-Man outside is much higher than the credibility of flying saucers.

On rare occasions, Harry called her by name and said, "You really should be in Kindergarten."

This sentence made Qing and Jiong have nothing to hide, Harry said again: "I'm not a child anymore, do you think I will believe such words?"

"I didn't mean to belittle you..." Qinghe said in a low voice, she pointed outside again, and the volume increased again when she said the following paragraph, "It's too crowded here and the air is not smooth, they should have left too , shall we go out now--?"

Unexpectedly, she just took a step, and Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

Harry's perfect and impeccable social smile towards the media has long since disappeared, and his current expression can be regarded as completely frosty in Qinghe's view.On the contrary, he looked at the girl with fiery and deep eyes.

She shouldn't have taken that step just now!

The girl looked down at her waist, where Harry's arm was at the moment.

It's all right now, the distance is only closer than before.

"Uh," the girl uttered an ambiguous syllable, "then you still haven't told me what's wrong with you."

She couldn't bear to repeat the sentence that Harry himself gave himself the death sentence.

"I've said it before. I'll think about it after you tell me." Qing He said, "The person you marry must be honest."

Harry lowered his eyelashes and stared at her quietly for a while, "I inherited a genetic disease from the Osborne family, so I won't live long."

After he finished this sentence in a calm and indifferent tone like a bystander, those blue eyes observed the expression on Qinghe's face more seriously than before. He felt that a terminally ill patient like him would definitely provoke people if he proposed marriage. Annoyed——he concluded that the girl in front of him had a mixture of pity, joy, and disgust almost instantly in his eyes.

In this way, Harry Osborn thought he could quickly get the signal to abandon her from now on.

But she didn't.

She just said, "Can't Oscorp save you?" The girl smiled, "If I agree to marry you now, even if you die, I will inherit your billions of inheritance and become a rich woman, and I will not be very happy .”

"In short, let's talk about it after you recover from your illness?" Qing He suggested this, but in fact, this was the best answer she could think of so far.

When Harry recovers from his illness, he will definitely understand the true meaning of life, and he will probably feel that there is no need to marry early... At that time, the proposal of marriage will naturally be shelved.

What did Qinghe think of again, and she felt that she should ask, "How can I save you?"

"spider-man." Harry said after a moment of silence, the moment he said this word made Qinghe feel palpitations.

"I need Spider-Man's blood."

Before Qinghe could say anything, Harry continued, "You still haven't answered my question."

The girl felt strange for a while, she clearly remembered——

"What are your feelings?"

"What do you feel about me."

Harry said these two words firmly, and the oncoming sense of aggression made the girl have nowhere to hide.

"Do you like me? Even just a little bit."

Harry held the girl against her, and one of his hands found her pretty jawline, all the way down to her earlobe.

"What—" the girl just wanted to say something, but suddenly fell silent because she met his gaze.

"Or, do you want to feel it again now? Your own, affection for me."

The author has something to say: Sorry, I have something to do in the past two days.