Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit - Chapter 43

Qiu Zhen’s movement was stagnant, and he was surprised: “Brother Qiang.”

Lu Qiang didn’t raise his head, his attention was on Lu Yin’s feet: “Activity.”

The atmosphere was extremely deadlocked, and Lu Yin raised his eyes and glanced a little, absently turning his ankle a few times, “It’s fine.”

“No feet?”

“Ok.”

Lu Qiang then looked at Qiu Zhen without speaking. His eyes fell on their entangled hands and glanced in the direction of Wu Qiong.

When his eyes touched, Wu Qiong was shocked and shook his hand away. At this moment Qiu Zhen’s mind was not on her, and she was free from her hands.

He glanced at her warningly, and did not continue to pull her, “Brother Qiang, what a coincidence.”

Lu Qiang said: “Come and have a meal.”

“The shop owner is my friend. I’ll say hello where to eat.”

Lu Qiang said: “Eat as much as you like without any hassle.”

“That line,” Qiu Zhen hurriedly said: “Don’t disturb, let’s withdraw first, strong brother, let’s get back together again.”

He put his arm on Wu Qiong’s shoulder. She and the two who had just judged them were not crazy, they also forgot to resist, and her eyes lingered at Lu Yin’s feet for a long time, but they finally did not look up.

Taken a few steps by Qiu Zhen.

Lu Qiang said: “Wait.”

Qiu Zhen had a meal.

Lu Qiang said: “Don’t take it away with people.”

His tone was steady and he asked slowly, but he didn’t see much strength, but Qiu Zhen didn’t dare to take steps easily.

“Brother Qiang.” He pondered for a moment, “…you don’t care about our business.”

Lu Qiang paused: “I really can’t control it. Isn’t this happening? She seems to know my friend and eat together.”

Qiu Zhen’s face was dull: “Unfortunately, we had eaten on it. I was noisy and tired just now…” After finishing his head, his arms were tightly tightened: “Tell Qiang Brother, don’t you?”

The threat in his tone can be heard without being stupid.

Wu Qiong turned a deaf ear.

After a stalemate, Lu Qiang said: “So, she will decide whether to eat or not.”

Ye Fan saw the situation and took two steps forward. Although he did not formally recognize it, it was clear that the camp was the same. She said, “Wu Qiong, what are you talking about, do you want to stay?”

Wu Qiong slowly raised her eyes. Her pupils were light and unrecognizable, and there was a kind of death on the verge of despair.

Her eyes stayed on Ye Fan for two seconds, deviated from the inch, and fell on Lu Qiang. He always stood in front of her with a protective posture. Her body was blocked by half, her hands clenched, and she looked at herself worriedly.

His eyes were clear and smart, and he could read the emotion at the moment; his skin was delicate and clean, without any special traces; the clothes on his body were white and flawless, and there was no trace of dirt.

Slender and weak standing there, the sunshine, fresh, unbridled bloom beautiful.

And she is decaying.

Wu Qiong gasped violently, covering her neck with panic: “I…” Her lips twitched, “…I’m tired and want to go back to rest.”

Qiu Zhen always looked down at her, as if relieved, she unloaded her shoulders, and finally looked at Lu Qiang: “Brother Qiang left first.”

The two turned around, and Lu Yin hurriedly pulled him: “Lu Qiang?”

Lu Qiang didn’t move, looking at their backs with his head half on his side. Lu Yin asked: “Just leave?”

Lu Qiang was silent for a while: “Don’t worry about business.”

Putting aside his position, it is different from the past. I plan to start from the time when the quagmire withdrew. I have long known that some things are beyond his control. He has selfishness in his bones, who owes whom he owes, and wants to repay it for the rest of his life, all because of Lu Yin around him, greedy enough to want to be old with her, and to take extra care every step of the way.

Lu Qiang turned around and rubbed her cheek: “Go.”

Lu Yin yelled and couldn’t help looking back in that direction. She wore a thin windbreaker and hung down to her knees. She looked particularly thin, shrinking in his arms and pulling at random, like a marionette.

The back figure merged into the bustling crowd, and it seemed extremely lonely, completely lacking the vitality and vigour that a girl should have.

Lu Qiang took her and went against them.

Lu Yin couldn’t help but look back again, her figure gradually disappeared. But at that time she did not know that this look had become eternal.

…

Somehow Qiu Zhen was dragged into the car, Wu Qiong’s head was empty, and the satire and humiliation beside him turned into monotonous sound waves, which she could not hear at all.

The rain continued outside, and the glass was covered with cold drops of water, separating the chaotic and dark world. Wu Qiong’s head was resting on the car window, and his eyes looked into the rain curtain. His eyes were wet, and he directly penetrated the dull depression into his skin.

She opened the car window halfway, and the cold rain mixed with the wet breath rushed in, hitting her face and neck, and her breathing was lighter. After blowing the wind for a while, Qiu Zhen glanced blankly and raised the window.

Wu Qiong turned his back, never looked back.

I don’t know how long it drove, and the car stopped in one place.

Qiu Zhen crossed her and opened the door: “Get off.”

That sound rang in her ears before she suddenly realized.

They have left the Science and Technology City, near Luzhou Road of the Central Ring Line, and looked up. The well-dressed waiters are waiting by the car. The hotel lobby behind him is brightly lit and the marble floor is bright.

Wu Qiong panicked and rushed into the rain when he got out of the car. Qiu Zhen threw the key to the waiter and hurried to pull her.

Soon, the two were covered with rain and dew.

Qiu Zhenhou: “Do you have enough trouble?”

Wu Qiong struggled desperately: “You let go, I will not go in, I will go home.”

Qiu Zhen sneered, “Okay, you go home,” he put on her ear, “I will put the evidence tomorrow…”

He spoke in a lingering tone, and before he finished, Wu Qiong was already stiff. The forehead hair was wet with rain, embarrassed and attached to the skin, Qiu Zhen looked down at her, and her lips were posted randomly on those wet hair. “It’s raining heavily, don’t make trouble, hurry in.”

Wu Qiong was obedient and he took her to the hotel lobby. A group of people walked out of the revolving door and staggered in the narrow aisle. Some of them accidentally collided with him. Qiu Zhen tilted his shoulder and glanced back at the man coldly.

After only a short pause, he opened his eyes and led Wu Qiong indifferently.

Standing on the steps, Tan Wei found the strange appearance of Lao Xing: “What’s wrong, Master?”

Laoxing looked back: “Did you not see it just now?”

“What do you see?”

He pondered for a moment and lifted his chin: “These two, Qiu Zhen and Wu Qiong.”

Tan Wei also froze.

The case at that time was the old Xing Jingshou, of whom no one knew better than him. Qiu Zhen escaped legal sanctions, all because there was a dad behind him. Lu Qiang knew and believed that he admired but disagreed, he played the wrong chess from the beginning.

With the passage of time, the entire case has been sealed, but this is a pimple, and he will always be entangled in his heart.

Recalling the gap, colleagues came together: “Xing team, then the meeting with the city bureau was booked here the day after tomorrow?”

Lao Xing trimmed his entire skirt: “Just do it.”

***

Qiu Zhen entered without waiting for her wetness, almost vented possession, fingers and lips maliciously left marks on her body, punished her in this way.

He was mad at her, and she was easily controlled by another person. She never put him in his eyes, no matter what the whispering pursuit of that year, or after he had completely wounded her. There was always so much unyielding hiding in his bones, his thin body, he wanted to see her bow her head, watch her beg for mercy, and even want to see her smile at him sincerely.

But in the process of conquest, he seemed to choose the wrong way. One tough and one extreme. They seemed to be in a dead loop. No one could save anyone. They could only pull each other and fall into a thousand disasters.

Qiu Zhen thought more and more angry, and the following movements were even more disregarded.

He wanted to get a hint of response, but the person under him was like a puppet, his eyes were empty, and he stared blankly over the roof.

Qiu Zhen’s breath became stronger, and she kissed her swollen cheek: “Does it still hurt? Hmm?”

Wu Qiong was completely out of the matter, his voice icy: “Are you finished?”

Qiu Zhen paused. “It’s early,” he deliberately ignored her disgust and went down to help her feel more happy. “Do you feel it? Just call it out, don’t…”

“Yes.” Wu Qiong said.

He was so happy that he just wanted to please her, and then heard the second half of the sentence: “Does nausea count?”

At that moment, he was angry, and his chest swept across the waves, trying to subvert the people under him. Qiu Zhen stopped, pulled away, turned her over, and entered from behind. This pose is called fun in the eyes of a lover, and it turns into humiliation at the moment.

He gritted his teeth and stared: “Don’t keep talking to me, you are the last one to suffer.”

After that, a violent offensive was launched.

After a long time, he was half lying on her body, his breathing slowed down.

The room was surprisingly quiet, Qiu Zhen touched her hair: “Take a shower?”

Wu Qiong stood still, looking sideways at the only light source in the room, “I admit defeat, please let me go.”

Qiu Zhen’s eyes closed: “How to release?”

“At first, I was wrong, and you should not unknowingly sue you. You are not reconciled. Even if you are punished during this period, you can give me things back. Will we be clear?”

Half a moment, he snorted: “Don’t be naive, impossible.”

“…why?”

Qiu Zhen opened her eyes suddenly, thinking about her problems. At this point, he was unwilling or reluctant, he could not tell himself, or he had an answer in his heart, but he had always disdain to admit it.

“Don’t be more serious, it might be better to look away from everything,” he propped up his arm and lifted from her: “I take a bath.”

Wu Qiong grabbed him and still asked, “Why would you let me go?”

Qiu Zhenju looked down at her condescendingly and sneered: “You really can’t enter the oil and salt,” he shook his hand mercilessly: “If you get tired of it, you will get away.”

“When?”

He said cruelly: “Wait for me to die.”

The bathroom door falls and the sound of water is monotonous and lasting.

Wu Qiong’s arms fell, unable to rest on the bed. Her eyes were gray, and she couldn’t see a half life, and his three words finally overwhelmed her.

She stared at the dim light and suddenly smiled faintly.

…

At one o’clock in the morning, Qiu Zhen had fallen asleep, Wu Qiong was dressed neatly, washed his face carefully, put his hair together, and took Qiu Zhen’s mobile phone out of the door.

The rain didn’t stop, she looked at the sky, put her hat over her head, and went out without opening an umbrella.

***

On this day, it was of great significance to Lu Qiang and Lu Yin. At night, he was very gentle. At the end, she went to sleep tiredly.

Lu Qiang couldn’t sleep, and looked at her brow carefully through the light. She slept peacefully, breathing slowly, and Lu Qiang couldn’t help but touch her forehead lightly.

It was late at night and the phone rang abruptly. He looked at the screen and frowned.