407. Chapter 407 Concerned about gains and losses 2
Qingting woke up from his confusion and smiled bitterly, "Qirui, maybe you really have a destiny. Some things are unavoidable."
Destiny is mysterious and unpredictable, and people seem so small and pale in front of fate.
Leng Qirui's heart skipped a beat and he was inexplicably frightened, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Qingting shook his head, dismissed the complicated thoughts, cheered up, and said with a smile, "Mr. Ye Qirui, please spare some time tomorrow and go on a date with me. I wonder if Mr. Rui is willing to honor you?"
She changed so fast that Leng Qirui couldn't keep up and looked at her blankly. "Hey, the sun has come out from the west? How strange."
Qingting's eyes turned around, very smart, "There's so much nonsense, are you going?"
Leng Qirui was so tickled by her that she couldn't help but kiss her hard, "Go, of course, it's the first time my Tingting has taken the initiative to ask me out."
Qingting rolled his eyes deliberately, but couldn't help but smile, hugged him back softly, and snuggled into his arms quietly.
"Shopping first, then eating, then going to the movies."
She really wants to date like an ordinary couple and enjoy ordinary happiness with the person she loves.
Leng Qirui held up her chin and kissed her carefully, as light as a cicada's wings, and she could do two things at once, "It's very old-fashioned, not creative at all..."
Before he finished speaking, he was pushed away by a force. Qingting pouted with a look of jealousy on his face, "What? Are you tired of playing with other women? Are you not willing to play with me anymore?"
Leng Qirui was startled, and a thin line of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "How is it possible? Am I the one who goes shopping and watches movies with women?"
It seems that no matter how generous a woman is, she cannot be generous when it comes to feelings.
But also, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to ignore her past.
The deeper you love, the more you care. It has nothing to do with reason.
"It's not like that." Qingting raised his eyebrows, half-smiling, "You seem to be going to bed with someone."
Leng Qirui closed his eyes in pain, regretting it, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Tingting, I was wrong. If I had known that you would appear in my life, I would have guarded my body and waited for you to appear.
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This is the truth. He had lived in vain for the past twenty years and wasted his title of romantic young master. It was only now that he truly tasted the feeling of mutual love.
He couldn't even remember the faces of those women, their names, or the scenes of getting along with them.
He always plays life with a playful attitude, feeling that life is as desolate as snow. He obviously has more than ordinary people, but his heart is always empty, as if he has nothing, and he is wandering without a goal.
The tragedy of his parents made him understand a truth from an early age: love is the most terrifying thing in the world, it can make people crazy, corrupt, and even lead to destruction.
He didn't want to touch that thing, he just thought it was ridiculous and absurd.
Until the appearance of Qingting, it was like a light lighting up his world, with colors, colorful, colorful. It was the first time he was worried about a girl, the first time he was worried about a girl, and the first time he tasted the fire of jealousy.
The feeling of being heartbroken, worrying about gain and loss for the first time, longing for a woman for the first time.
Too many firsts are all for one name, Ye Qingting.
Qingting felt sweet in her heart, but her face twisted, "It's so disgusting, only a ghost would believe it."
Leng Qirui panicked and didn't realize that she was teasing him. He hugged her and explained hurriedly, "Everything happened in the past was because I was ignorant. Let it go with the wind. I swear, you will be the only woman in the future."
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When you love someone, all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy revolve around that person. You can't help it, you can't help it, but you have no regrets. This is love.