Lu Dongbin asked for a glass of juice with ice, holding the glass firmly with both hands.
Even Ning Huanxin, who was sitting opposite, seemed to be able to feel the coolness on his hands at this moment.
He was very nervous.
"Drinking it with ice in this season is not good for your health."
Ning Huanxin spoke softly, with a casual tone, as if chatting with an old friend. Lu Dongbin seemed to relax a little after hearing Ning Huanxin's words. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in his hand quietly.
"I... I'm probably used to it!"
Only the cold stimulation can clear his mind.
"Can you tell me about Qin Meng?"
Ning Huanxin raised her hand and tapped the file bag on the table with her slender white fingers.
Qin Meng…
Hearing the name again, Lu Dongbin subconsciously exerted force and held the cup tighter with both hands.
A very complicated aura began to permeate his body, as if... there was pain and endless resentment.
"I...I don't know her."
Lu Dongbin suddenly whispered.
"I just went to the archives room to look for something, but couldn't find it. This archive bag happened to fall on the ground. I was curious..."
"You don't even dare to look me in the eyes, say it again? I can see at a glance that you don't often lie. Do you think I will believe such a lie without any technical content?"
Ning Huanxin smiled and took a sip of coffee.
"Looking at your age, you should be quite a bit older than Qin Meng. Are you fellow villagers? Old acquaintances?"
Ning Huanxin put down her coffee cup and tried to keep her voice gentle.
Lu Dongbin didn't speak, just shook his head.
Do you really not know Qin Meng? So…
Ning Huan's heart trembled, and she suddenly thought of a possibility.
Could a boy of this age be...
"Do you know... Chen Anwen?"
Ning Huanxin cautiously probed. Lu Dongbin, who was sitting opposite, trembled his hands and suddenly raised his head, looking at Ning Huanxin with terrifying eyes.
There are so many emotions in these eyes, so intense and complex that it makes people feel sad.
Lu Dongbin looked straight at Ning Huanxin. After about five seconds, he came to his senses: "You... what do you know?"
Lu Dongbin was very nervous and lowered his head again.
because…
Chen Anwen, this name, is a lifelong obstacle for him.
"I know Chen Anwen has a son. I heard that his academic performance is very good, but he has a bad temper."
Ning Huanxin suddenly smiled at Lu Dongbin: "By now, he should be a college student, right?"
"you… "
Lu Dongbin hesitated to speak. He suddenly picked up the juice cup and took a sip. The cold and sweet feeling made him calm down a little.
Eighteen or nineteen years old, early twenties. Many boys at this age are very arrogant, rebellious, and playful.
Lu Dongbin is 21 years old, but he is different from other boys. Even though he has good looks, good figure, well-developed motor skills and is very popular in school, he still likes to be alone. He has few friends, and he doesn't smoke or drink.
He was different from most boys of the same age, because there was some pain buried in his heart that could not be dissipated.
… …
After drinking the juice, Lu Dongbin raised his head again and looked at Ning Huanxin. His expression and eyes had calmed down a lot.
"You know about that?"
Lu Dongbin asked Ning Huanxin tentatively.
In fact, his mood really fluctuated greatly at this time.
Since Ning Huanxin can say the name "Chen Anwen" at once, she must know something.