Qiu Zhen froze, surprised: "Brother Qiang."
Lu Qiang didn't raise his head, but focused on Lu Yin's feet: "Move around."
The atmosphere was deadlocked to the extreme, Lu Yin raised her eyes slightly to glance around, then turned her ankles a few times absently, "It's okay."
"No sprain?"
"Um."
Only then did Lu Qiang look at Qiu Zhen, without saying a word, his eyes fell on the entangled hands of the two, and then he glanced in Wu Qiong's direction.
When their eyes met, Wu Qiong shook his hand away forcefully as if he had been electrocuted. At this moment, Qiu Zhen's mind was not on her, her hands were empty, and she managed to break free.
He glanced at her warningly, and didn't continue to pull her, "Brother Qiang, what a coincidence."
Lu Qiang said, "Come and have a meal."
"The owner of the shopping mall is my friend, where to eat, I say hello."
Lu Qiang said: "Eat whatever you want, no trouble."
"That's fine," Qiu Zhen hurriedly said, "Don't bother me, let's retreat first, Brother Qiang, let's get together later."
He put his arm on Wu Qiong's shoulder. She was completely different from just now, she was neither crazy nor troubled, and she forgot to resist. Her eyes lingered at Lu Yin's feet for a long time, but she didn't look up in the end.
He was taken a few steps away by Qiu Zhen.
Lu Qiang said, "Wait."
Qiu Zhen paused.
Lu Qiang said, "Don't take the person away."
With a steady tone, he raised the request slowly, but Qiu Zhen didn't dare to take a step easily.
"Brother Qiang." He pondered for a moment, "...don't worry about our affairs."
Lu Qiang paused: "I really can't control it. Didn't this happen? She seems to know my friend too, so we will have a meal together."
Qiu Zhen's face darkened slightly: "Unfortunately, we ate on it. We were tired from arguing just now..." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and tightened his arms tightly: "Tell Brother Qiang, right?"
Anyone who is not stupid can hear the threat in his tone.
Wu Qiong turned a deaf ear to it.
After a stalemate for a while, Lu Qiang said, "Well, let her decide whether to eat or not."
Seeing the situation, Ye Fan took two steps forward. Although he didn't know each other formally, it was obvious that they were in the same camp. She said: "Wu Qiong, what's your talk, do you want to stay?"
Wu Qiong raised her eyes slowly, her pupils were light and expressionless, and there was a dead silence on the verge of despair in her eyes.
Her gaze lingered on Ye Fan for two seconds, deviated an inch, and landed on Lu Qiang. He was always standing in front of her in a protective posture. Half of her body was blocked, she clenched her hands, and looked at herself worriedly.
The eyes are clear and agile, and with a blink, one can read the emotion at the moment; the skin is delicate and clean, without any special marks; the clothes on the body are white and flawless, without a trace of dirt.
Standing there delicately, the sunshine, freshness, and unscrupulous blooming beauty.
And she's rotting away.
Wu Qiong sucked in her breath and covered her neckline in a panic: "I..." Her lips trembled, "...I'm tired and want to go back and rest."
Qiu Zhen looked down at her all the time, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, relieved the strength from her shoulders, and finally looked at Lu Qiang: "Brother Qiang is leaving first."
The two turned around, Lu Yin hurriedly tugged at him: "Lu Qiang?"
Lu Qiang didn't move, he turned his head halfway to look at their backs. Lu Yin asked: "Just leave like this?"
Lu Qiang was silent for a while: "Don't mind your own business."
Putting aside his standpoint, it is different now, since the time he planned to get out of the quagmire, he has known for a long time that some things are no longer in his control. He is selfish in his bones, he owes whomever he owes, and wants to repay in the next life, all because of having Lu Yin by his side, so greedy that he wants to grow old with her in an ordinary way, so that he has to be extra careful with every step he takes.
Lu Qiang turned around and rubbed her cheek: "Let's go."
Lu Yin hummed, and couldn't help looking in that direction again. She was wearing a thin windbreaker, which hung down to her knees, and she looked particularly thin. She was huddled in his arms, pulling at will, like a marionette.
That back blended into the bustling crowd, looking extraordinarily lonely, completely lacking the vigor and vitality that a girl should have.
Lu Qiang took her away, running against them.
Lu Yin couldn't help but turn her head again, and her figure gradually disappeared. At that time, she didn't know that this glance turned into eternity.
...
Somehow, being dragged into the car by Qiu Zhen, Wu Qiong's head went blank, and his sarcasm and humiliation by the side turned into monotonous sound waves, which she couldn't hear clearly.
The rain continued outside, and the glass was covered with cold water droplets, separating the chaotic and gloomy world. Wu Qiong rested her head on the car window, her eyes were looking into the rain curtain, her eyes were dripping, and the depression and dullness penetrated directly into her skin.
She opened the car window halfway, and the cold rain mixed with damp breath rushed in, hitting her face and neck, and her breathing became easier. After the wind blew for a while, Qiu Zhen glanced expressionlessly, and raised the car window.
Wu Qiong turned her back and never looked back.
I don't know how long I drove, the car stopped in one place.
Qiu Zhen passed her and opened the car door: "Get out of the car."
She was startled when she heard the sound close to her ear.
They had already left the Science and Technology City. They were near Luzhou Road on the Central Ring Road. Looking up, there was a well-dressed waiter waiting beside the car. The hotel lobby behind him was brightly lit, and the marble floor was shining.
Wu Qiong panicked, got out of the car and rushed into the rain, Qiu Zhen threw the key to the waiter, and rushed to pull her.
Soon, the two of them were covered with rain and dew.
Qiu Zhenhou: "Have you made a fuss enough?"
Wu Qiong struggled desperately: "You let go, I won't go in, I want to go home."
Qiu Zhen sneered, "Okay, you go home," he pressed to her ear, "Tomorrow I will take the evidence..."
He paused every word with a gloomy tone, and before he finished speaking, Wu Qiong was already stiff. The hair on the forehead was wet by the rain, and it stuck to the skin in embarrassment. Qiu Zhen looked down at her, and his lips were carelessly pasted on the wet hair, "It's raining heavily, stop making trouble, go in quickly."
Wu Qiong was obedient, and he took her to the hotel lobby. A group of people came out of the revolving door and staggered in the narrow aisle. Some of them collided with him inadvertently. Qiu Zhen tilted his shoulders and turned his head to glance at that person coldly.
After only a moment's pause, he flatly opened his eyes and led Wu Qiong in.
Standing on the steps, Tan Wei noticed Lao Xing's strangeness: "What's wrong, Master?"
Lao Xing still looked behind: "Didn't you see it just now?"
"See what?"
He pondered for a moment, then raised his chin: "Those two people, Qiu Zhen and Wu Qiong."
Tan Wei was also stunned.
The case back then was handled by Lao Xing, and no one knew the inside story better than him. Qiu Zhen escaped legal punishment because of his father who covered the sky with his hands behind him. He admired Lu Qiang's knowledge and righteousness, but he didn't agree with it. He played the wrong chess from the beginning.
With the passage of time, the whole case has been covered in dust, but this is a knot that will always be entangled in his heart and cannot be solved.
In the gap between memories, a colleague came over: "Team Xing, the meeting with the city bureau the day after tomorrow is booked here?"
Lao Xing straightened his clothes: "Let's do it this way."
***
Qiu Zhen entered without waiting for her to get wet, possessing it almost as a vent, leaving traces on her body maliciously with his fingers, lips and tongue, punishing her in this way.
He was angry that she didn't know what to do, and that her emotions were easily controlled by another person. She never put him in her eyes, no matter the low-key pursuit back then, or after he hurt her badly. With his obviously thin body, there is always so much unyielding hidden in his bones. He wants to see her bow her head, see her beg for mercy, and even more wants to see her smile sincerely at him.
But in the process of conquest, he seems to have chosen the wrong way. One is tough and the other is extreme. They seem to be trapped in an endless loop. No one can save the other, but they can only pull each other and fall into a dead end.
The more Qiu Zhen thought about it, the angrier he became, and he became even more reckless about the following actions.
He wanted to get a response, but the person below him was like a puppet, with empty eyes, staring blankly at the roof beyond him.
Qiu Zhen's breath became stronger, and he kissed her swollen cheek: "Does it still hurt? Huh?"
Wu Qiong stayed out of the matter completely, her voice was cold: "Is it over?"
Qiu Zhen paused, "It's early," he deliberately ignored her disgust, and went down to help her increase the pleasure, "Do you feel it? Call it out if you feel comfortable, don't..."
"Yes." Wu Qiong said.
He was overjoyed, and just about to please her, he heard the second part of the sentence: "Does nausea count?"
At that moment, he was filled with anger, and a stormy sea surged up in his chest, trying to overthrow the people under him. Qiu Zhen stopped, pulled her away, turned her over, and entered from behind. This gesture is called interest in the eyes of lovers, but at this moment it becomes completely humiliating.
He gritted his teeth and stared: "Don't keep talking to me, it's you who will suffer in the end."
After speaking, he set off a fierce offensive.
After a long time, he was half lying on her body, and his breathing gradually slowed down.
The room was surprisingly quiet, Qiu Zhen stroked her hair: "Shall I take a bath?"
Wu Qiong lay motionless, looking sideways at the only light source in the room, "I admit defeat, please let me go."
Qiu Zhen half-closed his eyes: "How?"
"I was wrong at the beginning, so I shouldn't have sued you. If you are not reconciled, this period of time will be regarded as punishment. You return the things to me, and we will settle the matter, okay?"
After a while, he sneered: "Don't be naive, it's impossible."
"… Why?"
Qiu Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, thinking about her question. When he got to this point, he couldn't tell whether he was unwilling or reluctant, or he already had the answer in his heart, but he just didn't bother to admit it.
"Don't be serious, it might be easier to look at everything," he raised his arms and got up from her: "I'll take a shower."
Wu Qiong grabbed him and still asked: "Why are you willing to let me go?"
Qiu Zhen looked down at her from a high position, and snorted coldly: "You really don't like oil and salt," he mercilessly shook off his hand: "If you get tired of playing, get out."
"when?"
He said cruelly, "Wait until I die."
The bathroom door fell, and the sound of water was monotonous and persistent.
Wu Qiong's arms dropped, unable to rest on the side of the bed. Her eyes were gloomy, and she couldn't see half of life. His three words finally succeeded in crushing her.
She stared at the dim lamp, and suddenly smiled faintly.
…
At one o'clock in the morning, Qiu Zhen was already sound asleep, Wu Qiong was fully dressed, washed her face carefully, combed her hair, took Qiu Zhen's mobile phone and went out.
The rain never stopped. She looked at the sky, put her hat over her head, and went out without an umbrella.
***
This day was of great significance to Lu Qiang and Lu Yin, he was gentle in every possible way at night, and after the end, she fell asleep exhausted.
Lu Qiang couldn't sleep, so he carefully looked at her eyebrows and eyes with the help of the light. She slept peacefully and breathed smoothly, Lu Qiang couldn't help but touch her forehead lightly.
It was late at night, and the phone rang suddenly. He looked at the screen and couldn't help frowning.