Yuwen Haoyu really doesn't know what to do. Faced with Qing'er's sudden confession, he really didn't think of a complete statement to refuse. It's hard to say too ruthless. After all, it's the little sister he has always loved, let alone
Mr. Cao's granddaughter.
Such a dilemma is really unexpected.
At this time, the beautiful woman at the dinner table, namely Qing'er's biological mother, Cao Fangmo, appeared outside the door.
"Qing'er, go back with your mother."
Although his tone is still so gentle, it reveals majesty.
Qing'er was a little unwilling to hear Cao Fangmo's words. She looked at Cao Fangmo with a begging gaze.
Cao Fangmo smiled at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were majestic.
Qing'er lowered her head, turned around and looked at Yuwen Haoyu,
"Brother Yu, then you must come to find Qing'er tomorrow. Qing'er has a lot to say to you."
"Uh... OK." Yuwen Haoyu responded.
Qing'er turned around and walked towards the door, looking at Qing'er who was walking to her.
Cao Fangmo gently touched Qing'er's head, "Be good, it's too late to go back with my mother. Brother Yu needs a rest."
After saying that, he said to Yuwen Haoyu, "I'm sorry, I'm disturbing." He nodded to Luo Ling.
Luo Ling also smiled and greeted, which was considered a response.
Cao Fangmo led Qing'er away.
There were only two people left in the room, and suddenly it became very quiet.
Yuwen Haoyu breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent the difficult child away.
Looking at Luo Ling standing not far away, he walked in with a smile.
He gathered her clothes, "Why did you suddenly come over? I don't know how to wear warmer, and the frost is heavy at night."
Thinking of this, Luo Ling seemed to have said this to him just now.
I couldn't help but feel funny and laughed softly.
Looking at Yuwen Haoyu who was smiling brightly, Luo Ling didn't get angry.
After Luo Ling glared at Yuwen Haoyu fiercely, he tightened his coat and turned around to leave. As soon as he took a small step, his hand was caught by Yuwen Haoyu.
"Let go, what are you doing?" Luo Ling roared angrily.
Yuwen Haoyu didn't seem to see Luo Ling's angry face, and a hippie smile.
"Did you come here specifically just now? Are you... jealous?"
Although there were questions in his words, his tone was indeed certain.
Luo Ling was stunned, were you jealous? It seemed a little bit. As soon as Mei Xiang said that Qing'er had gone to Yuwen Haoyu's room, she was shocked. She was originally going to bed but immediately put on her coat and rushed over.
However, this is absolutely not something that Yuwen Haoyu cannot know.
Luo Ling immediately rejected, "How...how is it possible? I'm jealous? Who am I jealous? Is yours? A joke."
Luo Ling said a little stutteringly.
Yuwen Haoyu looked at Luo Ling's nervousness and a hint of rosy redness, and he felt very good in an instant.
This woman is shy. She has his in her heart.
Yuwen Haoyu was very happy.
"Let go. How can you hold the girl's hand casually? Let me loosen it, don't ruin my reputation."
Luo Ling was a little speechless.
"Destroy your reputation? Then tell me how I destroyed your reputation?" This was very ambiguous.
A special atmosphere spread between the two, and Yuwen Haoyu looked at Luo Ling affectionately, as if waiting for Luo Ling's answer.
Luo Ling deliberately ignored Yuwen Haoyu's hot gaze, but he didn't know what to say.