Qi Yong did not ask Qi Qi about these questions again.
Although Qiqi's condition had eased a lot, she felt extremely tired after sitting in the car for such a long time. After entering the house, she sank into the sofa and was unwilling to move for a long time.
In her mind, there was a certain person in a trance. The more she said she wanted to stay away from him, the more it was like a spell that trapped her and gave her a splitting headache.
While she was in a daze, her cell phone rang in the room. In the quiet space, the sudden ringing sounded a little abrupt.
She got up and went into the bedroom. She fished out her cell phone from under her pillow. The number flashing on the screen made her stunned. She bit her lip and sat on the edge of the bed in a somewhat dejected manner. She didn't answer the call immediately. Many thoughts flashed through her mind.
Tang Jue seemed to be in a fight with her. If she didn't answer, he would keep calling her.
When the phone went dark and then lit up again for the third time, Qiqi finally seemed to have made up her mind. She answered the phone and put it to her ear.
"Hello." She tried her best to make her voice sound calm.
"The driver said you got home more than an hour ago."
"Yeah. But I just went out again." Qiqi's tone was a little cold and indifferent. Before Tang Jue asked, she took the initiative to explain: "I just went to my father's grave."
When this topic was mentioned, Tang Jue fell silent and breathed heavily.
Qiqi was silent for a long time, and then asked softly, "Tang Jue, what we said to each other in Director Wang's lounge last time... does it still count?"
When she asked the last four words, her voice became much softer, tentative and embarrassed.
Tang Jue is so smart, how could he not guess what she was thinking? Over there, after a moment of silence, he snorted and laughed, "If it counts, so what?"
Every word is chilling.
Qiqi did not answer immediately, but stood up from the bed and held the phone tightly. She walked to the window, looked out of the window for a long time, and finally said: "... I will give myself to you."
"..." Tang Jue was silent. Qiqi could also hear his gloomy mood from his breathing. Even through the phone, she could feel the deadly danger.
"I know you want me, and I'm not naive enough to think I can do it better than you. Since you want it... then I'll give it to you..." Qiqi's hands pressed on the windowsill, her fingers tensed and a little pale. Then, she added: "But, I also hope you can agree to my previous proposal..."
Tang Jue said slowly, "Please repeat your proposal."
Qiqi bit her lip, and finally said only four words, "...stay away from me."
Over there, Tang Jue was reading a document in the study. When he heard her words, he stopped moving. His face was so tense that Jian Qing beside him noticed something was wrong.
There was no sound in the study for a long time; the silence was frightening.
there…
Qiqi didn't hear Tang Jue's voice, and her heart was in turmoil. Every second of his silence was tormenting her heart. She couldn't guess whether Tang Jue would agree or refuse without hesitation.
Just as she was daydreaming, a man's voice came from the other end of the phone slowly, "Okay. Since you are so eager to give yourself to me, wouldn't it disappoint you if I don't agree to play with you?"
As he spoke, he always had a cold smile on his face. His voice was gorgeous and gentle, but every word he said was full of contempt and arrogance. "Baby, don't leave your phone with you these two days. I'll contact you at any time."
He promised...
Without waiting for Qiqi to say anything, Tang Jue decisively hung up the phone.
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Qiqi's breathing tightened a little. She stood there in a daze for a long time before slowly putting down her hand that was pressing on the window and hanging up the phone.
This is the result she wanted most...
He promised...
———
the other side.
After Tang Jue hung up the phone, the arrogance and indifference in his expression gradually faded, and slowly, slowly became gloomy. Jian Qing, who was standing beside him, did not dare to say a word, but quickly stepped back and left the study room.
After closing the door, he breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.
Tang Jue leaned back in his chair, his eyes gradually revealing frustration and loneliness that outsiders could not see.
He, Tang Jue, has always been proud.
When had he ever been so attentive to a woman? And when had he ever been rejected so repeatedly by a woman
If possible, he really wanted her to get out! With all the memories of eight years ago, with his concern for her, get out of his mind, as far away as possible! He, Tang Jue, didn't want her!
But…
Is it really not rare
Maybe she really wanted to leave, but the one she couldn't let go was him.
He has always been the only one...
———
night.
When Tang Song came out of the bathroom naked, he was startled by the person sitting on the sofa.
"Shit!" Tang Song cursed and casually pulled out his robe to wrap himself up. "Say hello before you come in."
"What part of you have I not seen before?" Tang Jue crossed his legs, resting his left elbow on his knee, supporting his chin, narrowing his eyes, and lazily glancing at a certain part of him, "I haven't seen you for so many years, have you grown up?"
This guy…
That look was naturally affectionate, and combined with the words he said, it was a real tease.
Tang Song quickly drank some water to calm himself down. Then, he looked down on him, "Tang Jue, you are so flirtatious, does Qiqi know?"
When she was mentioned, Tang Jue's face changed. His charming expression just now gradually subsided, and he moved closer to the sofa with a cold look.
Tang Song immediately figured out something as soon as he saw this.
"in argument?"
quarrel
"What do we have to quarrel about?"
"That's right." Tang Song nodded. "This kind of quarrel can only happen between boyfriends and girlfriends. You two are nothing. At most, it's just one-sided."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jue's eyes flew towards him like knives.
Tang Song took a pillow to block it and said, "I am telling the truth."
Then, she poked out half of her head and looked at him tentatively, "You came to me tonight to talk about your secrets? Well, then tell me, when did you fall in love with her? I asked Jian Qing several times, but he refused to tell me."
The more he asked, the more excited he became, and he leaned towards Tang Jue.
Tang Jue was annoyed, so he pushed his face away with one hand, stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of wine, and poured out two glasses. Tang Song had already consciously taken a glass and left.
The moment Tang Jue closed the lid, he paused and suddenly said, "I want to sleep with her."
dull.
Calm.
Justified.
After listening to this, Tang Song spat out a mouthful of wine, looked at Tang Jue for a long while, and then nodded in appreciation, "Not bad! Not bad! You have an idea! Dating without the purpose of having sex is all fucking impotence!"