What if I Write the Continuation of Romance as Lily - MTL

19

Lin Qing almost didn't listen to the follow-up conversation between the two. She stood distractedly for a while, seeing that she seemed to wake up until the end of the conversation, and quietly backed away.

She returned to the living room and slowly drank a glass of water to ease her fierce heartbeat.

Just a little bit later, the door to the yard that she had just walked through opened again.

Lin Qing looked back, and stared at Cong Ye, who sneaked in on tiptoe and cat waist.

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other, the look in each other's eyes was a bit complicated in different senses.

Looking at him as if he was stealing a chicken, Lin Qing guessed the probabilities. He quickly became concerned and asked ambiguously in a tone of catching the criminal.

"...Did you hear?"

Cong Ye shook his body and yelled with a very guilty conscience.

"did not hear it!"

"Do you know what I'm asking?"

"..."

This is just a cliché. Cong Ye, who had suffered a horrible loss, closed his mouth flat, closed the door behind him first, and then cautiously leaned on the door, listening carefully for no movement from outside the door, before continuing.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

…From this look, he knew that he had also eavesdropped back from the outside, and it was quite powerful that the duck's mouth could die even if it was like this.

Lin Qing didn't continue to talk to him about this, and asked straightforwardly: "Do you know what Qiao Yu said?"

"So I said I didn't know what you were talking about—"

Cong Ye quickly refuted half of his mouth and became dumb, and the expression on his face slowly became strange.

"...Lin Qing, you mean, you still don't understand?"

He asked inexplicably, and added another sentence after he was busy: "Although I don't know what you are talking about."

Lin Qing was not without thoughts, but she felt a little ashamed to say it by herself, and shook her head pretendingly.

Cong Ye's expression changed and changed, and finally opened his mouth hesitantly.

The door behind him was twisted with a click.

Lin Qing was able to sit back on the sofa quickly, and Cong Ye who was blocking the door was frightened and frightened. He let out the door with a loud voice. Cong Ma and Qiao Yu, who walked in before they could escape, looked upright. Leaning toward the window pretending to be looking at the scenery.

Fortunately, the two didn't think much, Qiao Yu said goodbye to everyone after seeing that it was getting late, and the invitation came to a successful conclusion (?).

But Lin Qing was taken seriously by Qiao Yu’s words, Cong Ye was interrupted when she clearly wanted to say something to her, but when she asked Cong Ye again, he refused to pretend to be stupid. In short, he refused to mention topics related to Qiao Yu's words.

Lin Qing couldn't ask Qiao Yu directly. He could only think about it alone, sitting at the desk and turning his pen unconsciously, recalling Qiao Yu's two words.

‘I promise, my biggest purpose is to make Lin Qing happy. ’

The ballpoint pen snapped onto the table, and Lin Qing touched his hot face with both hands, feeling the heart screaming overwhelmedly.