Ding Rou walked into the hall slowly and naturally.
The blue-gray style, even the huge living room is completely in this color, as if it exists solely to interpret the owner's character.
He simply put the wine bottle in his hand on the coffee table. Before Ding Rou could say anything, Leng Zhiqing took the lead and greeted politely, "Ms. An, sit down casually. I didn't expect you to come so late." He was waiting for Irving's call.
At that time, she suddenly visited.
Ding Rou smiled slightly, "A bottle of good wine should be shared." After saying this, she suddenly realized that she did not bring a bottle opener. She shrugged and made a small gesture of regret.
"Steward Li, go get the bottle opener." Leng Zhiqing immediately ordered.
However, after the order was given, Butler Li still stood in the living room, showing no sign of leaving. Seeing Leng Zhiqing turning to him in confusion, he took it calmly and said, "Sir, if you and this lady want to drink,
If so, why don't I go to the wine cellar and get some older ones, which will taste more mellow. Besides, Miss Hua also brought a few bottles of wine over last time, so I can just try them."
Leng Zhiqing frowned and was about to speak, but was preempted by Ding Rou, "I was indeed presumptuous and ignored why Dong Leng lacked a bottle of wine like mine. In comparison, the wine is indeed ordinary. This is what I used to do
I bought it with the money from a part-time job when I went on a study tour. It may be more meaningful than the treasure in your wine cellar." She smiled sweetly, as if she was expecting Leng Zhiqing's reaction.
This time it was Butler Li's turn to frown. He looked at Leng Zhiqing's hesitant expression and felt a little moved.
In the days since Ding Rou disappeared, Leng Zhiqing seemed to feel nothing. Even if he sometimes deliberately tested him, or even went along with the flow to promote his marriage with Hua Xue, he still seemed like a numb person.
The same, acquiescing to all his arrangements.
In those days, and until recently, he seemed to have only one expression.
But, the most important thing is that he has changed recently. Leng Zhiqing seems to have begun to care about something again, and has become more perceptive and attentive to some things. He once tried to find some clues to understand what touched him, and today,
The answer is right in front of you.
It's...this woman who suddenly visited me.
Butler Li smiled leisurely, became a little weirder, and rarely talked a little more, "Miss An has been in the United States for a long time, right?"
Ding Rou also faced the question and answered carefully, "It's okay, but I'm on campus and rarely pay attention to worldly affairs." When she heard the other party's question, countless possibilities flashed in her mind. For the question in front of her, she
I thought my answer was spotless.
If you want to give her a hint, should you know that Leng Zhiqing is engaged?
Ding Rou's face was filled with a very comfortable smile. She had really practiced this smile for a long time. When she saw Butler Li's expression in front of her changed from subtle suspicion to no longer thinking about it, she didn't have a big concern.
Sense of achievement.
If these people could really recognize themselves immediately and decisively, it would be something worth celebrating.
"Get the bottle opener, go and come back quickly." Leng Zhiqing repeated his request again with a side face, and then turned the conversation to Ding Rou, "You came here so late just to share your bottle of wine with me?"
No matter how dumb he was, he was still paying attention to this woman, and her feeling of being far away made him want to delve deeper. The thought that seemed to be familiar to Ding Rou, the thought that could not clearly distinguish her from the person in his mind,
With her thoughts lingering in his mind, he could only rely on talking to her to attract his attention.
However, just by accident, my thoughts were completely filled with that kind of entanglement.
"Yes, it's just for this reason, isn't it?" Ding Rou replied briskly, opened the wine box, took out the bottle, and in an instant, almost slipped it from her hand, and couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound.
I closed my eyes, then opened them again, feeling the warmth of another person's palm passing through my hand.
She looked at her hands. They were held by Leng Zhiqing like that. On the surface, they were holding the wine bottle to prevent it from falling to the ground and breaking. The reason was only known to the person involved.
"Thank you." Ding Rou hurriedly tried to pull away politely, and stretched her hands back, but she couldn't get them out at all. She couldn't help but feel anxious, "Mr. Leng, let go, please respect yourself!"
The sweetest grapes are the ones you can't eat. Ding Rou's expression was stiff and serious, as if she was thousands of miles away from him.
After Leng Zhiqing hesitated for a few seconds, he really let go. The softness in his hand was gone, and his heart felt more like it had been hollowed out.
"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this." Leng Zhiqing explained with a wry smile, not knowing how to describe his feelings.
The shadows of Ding Rou and Annie overlapped, and he was always confused so easily. He wanted to know which world he lived in, the memories or the present?
If it is a memory, then is it a betrayal in front of me?
If it is the present, then how can we feel the present without the past?
Heartache mixed with confusion, just when he didn't know how to continue the two of them getting along, Butler Li came over with an electric bottle opener. Only then did he find a step for himself, "Here, I'll open the wine."
He is good at understanding alcohol. Wine is a good thing. Ever since Ding Rou left, he has never refused.
Ding Rou said nothing, pretending to be a little embarrassed and unnatural just now, and handed over the bottle.
Leng Zhiqing weighed the bottle in his hand, his hazy eyes suddenly moved, and he looked at Ding Rou, "Do you mind going to the study with me to drink?" He wanted to be alone, without any eyes.
"Sir, you..." Butler Li immediately intervened again, his tone not nervous, but solemn.
Leng Zhiqing didn't care about this, but just followed Ding Rou's face with his eyes, "Miss An, do you mind?"
Ding Rou shook her head, deliberately pretending not to understand Butler Li's nervousness.
A few minutes later, the two of them had indeed reached the extraordinarily quiet study. They closed the door and Leng Zhiqing did not forget to lock it. At this time, he would never allow anyone to disturb him again.
The phone vibrated suddenly. He lowered his eyes and saw that the word "Owen" was flashing, and the vibration seemed very rapid.
"Why, aren't you answering the phone?" Ding Rou asked casually, "If I'm disturbing you, then go out now." She wanted to suppress her enthusiasm first.
"No," Leng Zhiqing immediately pressed the "Reject" button and asked Owen to wait. He opened the cork of the wine bottle and watched the crimson liquid slowly pouring into the crystal tall legs.
Cup. From the corner of his eye, he could see "Annie" simply watching him pour the wine.