Different from Qingting's confusion, Qi Rui saw through his intentions at a glance. He tried his best and played so many tricks with only one purpose.
Qingting didn't know that everyone was overthinking and had already made up N number of sad stories. She looked at Luo Er a few times. His gestures when holding the child were very stiff. He was obviously not someone who was used to holding children. Moreover, he hated children and couldn't stand them.
Crying.
"He always hides his head and hides his face from others. He only dares to do despicable and shameless things."
Her dislike for Luo Er reached a certain height, and she was extremely disgusted.
Luo Er looked at her deeply, with a trace of pain on his face, "You can scold me no matter what, my heart for you has never changed. Ye Qingting, I really love you."
As soon as he said this, the whole hall was shocked. Everyone was struck by lightning and messed up in the wind.
It was one thing to guess, but to hear it with my own ears was a shock I couldn't describe in words.
The unattainable noble son, the helmsman of the best family in the world, the most mysterious and unpredictable top figure, actually showed his love in public, openly and frankly, and revealed his true feelings.
How much courage does it take to do this?
The women present looked at Qingting with eyes like knives with eyes and bone spurs, and they wanted to stab her in seventeen or eight holes.
How can she let two top-notch men fall in love with her so much?
Love without self-esteem!
Love to the point of no retreat!
How can people not be envious and jealous?
Everyone's ears perked up and they looked at Qingting with burning eyes.
Qi Rui's heart was filled with panic, and she couldn't help but hold Qingting's hand tightly.
Qingting's hand was painful, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he held his hand back and shook it gently a few times, which seemed to be a silent comfort.
Qi Rui looked at her blankly, her small face as white as jade was crystal clear, like a dazzling night pearl.
Mingming's dress is the simplest style, with the clearest makeup. She doesn't have any complicated hairstyle, and just puts her long black hair on her shoulders.
But standing in the crowd, like a luminous body, suppressing all kinds of stunning beauties, she was the only one in everyone's eyes.
One pitcher's movement is like a beautiful waterscape painting, which you will never tire of looking at.
The refreshing elegance exuding from her bones makes her unique and her existence cannot be ignored.
Qingting ignored the gazes of others, pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes were as clear as water.
"But I don't love you. How can I like someone who is jealous and plotting because of love?"
She arrogantly refused in public, as crisply and neatly as ever, without being clumsy or unclear.
She wasn't trying to welcome him in return, nor was she being pretentious, but she was telling her thoughts lightly.
Love is love, and if you don’t love, you don’t love. This is Ye Qingting’s love principle.
It's very simple, but there are only a few people in the world who can do this.
Luo Er's expression finally changed, as if he had been slapped several times, with a hurt look on his face, and he was trying to force a smile.
"You, you still have such a stubborn temper. I know it was my fault before. I shouldn't have fallen into my opponent's honey trap and left you disappointed. But you have to believe that I am the person who loves you most in the world. This will always be the case.
Nothing will change.”
Qingting realized that he had come prepared. No matter how she refused, he made up his mind to pester her.
Is it necessary to be wordy with such a person?
Qi Rui's eyes darkened and he smiled lightly, "It's so affectionate. What a pity. If Qingting doesn't love you, I will never love you in this life."