C7

Due to being pinched so hard by Lu Qing, Qiao Yifan had no choice but to raise his head and meet Lu Qing's gaze.

Their eyes met.

All of a sudden, an indescribable atmosphere filled the room …

However, after just a few seconds, everything disappeared.

What was left was only the cold qi emitted by Lu Qing's body.

Lu Qing stared intently into Qiao Yifan's eyes as the strength in his hands gradually increased. It was to the extent that Qiao Yifan's expression became distorted because of the pain.

However, it was as if Lu Qing was unable to see anything, and the strength of his hands still did not weaken in the slightest.

"Misunderstanding?" As if he had heard some funny joke, Lu Qing sneered lightly and asked Qiao Yifan a question before saying coldly, "I really didn't expect that not only did you, Qiao Yifan, have such a good emotional stratagem, you even managed to turn the tables on the right and wrong. I think the next step should be for you to move on to the showbiz circle, otherwise, it would really be a pity!"

As he finished speaking, Lu Qing gave a wave of his hand and shook off Qiao Yifan's chin. The more powerful one was, the more Qiao Yifan was pushed onto the bed by Lu Qing.

Instead, he stood up and put his hands in his pockets. As if he was a sovereign, he looked down from above as he was pushed onto the bed and had no choice but to use his arms to support the bed. Half lying in a sorry state, Qiao Yifan said with an ice-cold tone.

"I'll tell you Qiao Yifan, you'd better give up on that thought. Marrying you is impossible!"

Lu Qing spoke word by word to Qiao Yifan coldly, afraid that he would miss a single word.

But in his heart, he felt extremely awkward.

It wasn't that he couldn't marry her, but that he absolutely couldn't marry her because he was being passive.

The reason was simple. He loved her.

Even though he knew that Qiao Yifuo didn't like him and that her words hurt him, he still couldn't help but like her.

Because of true love, so will not...

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Qingjin immediately turned around and prepared to leave the bedroom without any hesitation. Just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

With his back facing Qiao Yifan, Lu Qing spoke coldly.

"After dawn, you can scram back to where you came from!"

This time, after he finished speaking, Lu Qing did not dawdle and left with large strides, not even looking back.

Now, Qiao Yimo was the only one left in the bedroom.

Earlier, when Lu Qing had used so much strength to pinch her chin, Qiao Yimo felt that if Lu Qing did not let go now, her jaw would have really shattered.

However, after releasing her hand, Lu Qing waved his hand, causing her to directly fall onto the bed due to exhaustion. Her hair was scattered to the side, and she was in an indescribable sorry state.

However, none of this was the most important.

The thing that she couldn't stand was what Lu Qing had said …

Joe, you can't cry, you can't...

Just like this, he silently consoled himself in his heart. Qiao Yifan did his best to restrain himself from tearing up.

However, like a broken bead, the tears kept falling, falling onto the bed and instantly merging with the blanket.

"What are you crying for! Qiao Yifan, why are you so useless!"

Qiao Yifan secretly cursed himself and tried to wipe the tears away with his hand, but the tears in his eyes didn't stop and instead only increased.

A few tears even flowed down his face and into Qiao Yifan's mouth, the salty taste of it making him feel bitter …

That was it. If he didn't cry, it would be fine. But if he cried, it would be too late.

Qiao Yifan bit his lips, thinking that even if he was going to cry, he would not make a sound. However, his shoulders were shaking from the crying …

Actually, she had no reason to cry or grieve. It was she who had hurt Lu Qing first, and regardless of whether or not she had done it out of necessity, hurting was hurt. There was nothing to argue about.

Taking the pain that Lu Qingzhen cared about the most, yet sprinkling salt on Lu Qing's wounds, Qiao Yifan felt that he was really cruel.

Sorry... Qingjin, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry...

Unable to personally apologize to Lu Qing, Qiao Yifan could only silently repeat to Lu Qing repeatedly in his heart that he was sorry.

Even if this was the case, Lu Qingzhen was simply unable to sense it, but Qiao Yifan was able to feel a little better in his heart because of this …

When Lu Qing returned to the study room once more, he leaned against the study door with his eyes closed. His body couldn't help but slide along the smooth surface of the door, slowly sliding onto the floor.

Annoyed, Lu Qingjin scratched his own hair. He had been carelessly resting his arm on one of his twisted legs, and had always had his hand over his eyes to calm himself down.

He felt that he really needed some time to calm down. Right now, his mind was completely blank, unable to think at all …

Qiao Yifan didn't know when he fell asleep from crying. When she opened her eyes again, the sky was already completely bright.

After the rain had passed, the morning sunlight carried along a trace of refreshing feeling. Through the muslin curtains, it reflected into the bedroom.

"Mm …" Qiao Yifan said softly and sat up.

Because his position wasn't very good when he was sleeping, his head was simply brusque as it rested on his arm, causing half of Qiao Yifan's arm to be numb after he woke up.

Qiao Yifan took the phone from the bedside table and looked at it. It was already past 7.

All of a sudden, Lu Qing's words rang in his ears, "After daybreak, you can scram back to wherever you came from!"

Instantly, Qiao Yifan felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly pinched by someone, and a sharp pain was emitted …

He lifted the blanket and got off the bed.

Joe put on his slippers and went out of the bedroom.

She still didn't dare to go against Lu Qing's words. Since he told her to leave, she didn't dare not leave …

Moreover, Lu Qing's words were so resolute, and it wasn't because she wanted to plead to stay and stay that it was effective …

Not to mention that after a night of adjustment, Qiao Yifan's condition had improved quite a bit.

When she was about to exit the restaurant, she saw Lu Qingshen who had already sat down to eat breakfast.

Qiao Yifan's hand was like a conditioned reflex as he subconsciously grabbed onto the corner of his shirt. His entire body seemed to have been nailed by a nail and he didn't move at all. He stood there awkwardly halfway up the stairs.

From the moment Qiao Yifan had left his bedroom, Lu Qing had already noticed her. Thus, Qiao Yifan's slightly weak appearance and the small nervousness he felt on the stairs naturally entered Lu Qing's eyes without missing a thing.

On the surface, Lu Qing Chen did not show any obvious reaction, but only Lu Qing himself understood the faint trace of heartache that bubbled up in the depths of his eyes.

[So it turns out that just because I like her so much, she feels sad …]

"You should be cured by now, right?" When Lu Qing said these words, it was as if Qiao Yifan was deliberately dragging his sickness along, causing him to become extremely weak, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable. "Do you remember what I said to you last night?"

As he finished speaking, Lu Qing Shen nonchalantly picked up the cup of coffee in front of him, took a sip, and then placed the cup back into its original position.

"Yes." Qiao Yifan lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at Lu Qingzhen and only responded with a word of agreement.

"It's good that you remember. You can leave after packing your things." As he finished speaking, Lu Qingjin stood up from his dining chair, preparing to go to the company.

However, just as he finished changing his shoes at the entrance, his phone rang …