He smiled and said nothing, and a golden sunset shone in, staining his handsome profile. There was a faint smile hanging on his lips, like a dazzling picture, so beautiful and incredible that it made people throb.
But my heart is moved.
She heard the sound of her own heartbeat, and the love seedlings deep in her heart slowly bloomed and fluttered in the wind.
Is this love?
Painful, obsessive love?
If this is not love, what is it?
He lowered his head, his eyes as black as ink reflecting the colorful rays of light, and kissed the small mouth fiercely...
"Boom!" His thoughts were flying, his breath was hot, and his body became a pool of spring water for him to rub... His arms as white as lotus roots climbed up for the first time, and they actively embraced each other, losing all reason...
Leng Qirui walked out of the elevator with the dazed beauty in his arms, stopped in front of a golden door, and took out the key to open the door.
"Come in, my princess."
Qingting's little face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she couldn't regain her senses. The look of her eyes wide open was very cute, "This is..."
"My nest is also yours..." Leng Qirui raised the corner of his mouth and tightened his arms around her. The man's self-esteem was greatly satisfied. A figure flashed, his face changed drastically, and he subconsciously pulled Qing Ting.
He stood behind him and asked, "Who is it?"
A voice as cold as water sounded, "Leng Qirui, your performance today makes me very disappointed."
He was the head of the Leng family, Leng Qirui's father. His expression was cold and he looked at the man and woman embracing each other with dissatisfaction.
Qingting recognized him, shrank his little head, and simply lay on Qi Rui's back like a mute.
Leng Qirui patted her little hand comfortingly and said in an indifferent voice, "Should I say I am honored?"
The father and son stood leaning on each other, with the same standing posture, the same cold expression, the same strong aura, refusing to give in to each other, and the atmosphere was filled with tension.
"You..." Father Leng stared at his son, opened his mouth, and for some reason, stared at Qingting instead, and directly ordered, "Send her back immediately. Don't interfere with the Ye family's affairs."
His displeasure towards Qingting was clear and undisguised.
Qingting pursed his lips, but did not look away. He looked directly at the other person with clear eyes, without any evasion or fear.
Father Leng was startled and frowned.
Leng Qirui was very disgusted, "This seems to be none of your business, Daddy, it's so late, you should go out to pick up girls. Qingting and I won't take up your precious time."
Qingting couldn't help but let out a gasp and laughed. How could any son talk like that?
Father Leng really wanted to slap his son. He had been such a bastard since he was a child, and he had never seen him do anything pleasing to his eyes.
He frowned slightly and looked at Qingting several times coldly, "Ye Qingting."
There were too many emotions in the slightly cold voice, too complex to be described in words.
A strange feeling arose in Qingting's heart, but he didn't think much about it. He stepped forward and saluted him with a very respectful attitude, "Yes, Uncle Leng..."
No matter what, he is Leng Qirui's father.
Father Leng interrupted her with a straight face, "Don't call me uncle, call me Chairman Leng. I won't agree to your marriage to Qi Rui. Don't bring shame on yourself and try to enter our Leng family in the next life."
PS: Do you want to see Qingting classmate fighting for love? It must be very beautiful.
Qingting stretched out his white and tender little hands: Sisters and sisters, please knock out the old-fashioned Qirui dad and bury him, hehe.