President Ling got slapped in the face again today

On the way back, He Dongwei put on her cover-up equipment again, and turned her face out of the window the whole time, preferring to be in a daze rather than talking to Ling Li.

The fierce emotions have been suppressed all the time. She can confess to him if she has something on her mind. As long as she opens her mouth and says that she wants to stop all the harm, he will help her settle it even if she goes up the mountain of knives and under the pan of oil, but she doesn't say anything , from the moment she blocked him under the stairs, she had a secret that she couldn't share with him.

Is there something that even he can't know?Or was he the one she was wary of?

"Why do you insist on looking for Miss Gao tonight?"

If you ask with emotions, of course there are emotions. It seems that people didn't say that they must go, right?But He Dongwei's heart openings were all used up by Gao Xin'er, and they were blocked by Lingli.

But it can't be ruled out that it's because Ling Li's mouth doesn't often say good things. He Dongwei has become accustomed to his impoliteness.

"There are too many people in the daytime, and maybe there are some rumors about rumors. I just want to know why the He Gao family turned their faces and made such a fuss."

"What did Miss Gao say?" Ling Li looked at He Dongwei carefully and seriously, and he must judge her inner activities through the movements of every inch of her face.

He Dongwei took a few breaths, and then said sadly: "She said it was Zeyang's doing the trick." After finishing speaking, she seemed to be avoiding something, and turned her eyes directly out of the car window.

It’s already winter, and the north wind seems to have blown away all the temperature. The water in the shallow depressions on the ground rises with wisps of white mist, as if being sucked out of the soul, and there is a scent in the snack shops or barbecue stalls in the distance. The fireworks scattered everywhere are extraordinarily energetic in the cold world, which makes the numb and cold people linger in the world of mortals and continue to sing and laugh.

In a few days, it will be New Year's Day, and it will be another new year. He Dongwei's sentimentality of "thinking about family members every festive season" has floated out again.
Last year, in order to take care of her feelings, it was Xiao Zeyang who accompanied her to have a New Year's Eve 'reunion dinner' at He's house. At that time, the two of them were still in the period of passionate love after formal dating. Although He Zheng had a straight face, but Mostly there is no angry eyes, Yang Li's words are cold, but the "coping" that should be released is just right,

That day they watched the fireworks in the sky in the compound of He's family, encouraged Aunt Qin to drink the red wine from Yang Li's collection, and barbecued in the yard. He came out with black lines on his face...

The family at that time could be regarded as 'happy and harmonious'. How could they be on guard against each other and attack each other like they are now, and they must beat each other to death.

Since when did this get bad?Why did it become like this?He Dongwei recalled one by one, from that day on... until March, the marriage proposal was fierce...

She suddenly stopped her memory, and broke out in a cold sweat from her own terrible thought.

"What if I say it was Xiao Zeyang who did it!" The sharp voice suddenly followed,

He Dongwei turned her head to look at the side face of him driving seriously, serious and meticulous like a judge.

The evidence that Gao Xiner can collect in person, if He Dongwei's guess is correct, is that the paparazzi took some photos that exposed the relationship between Yang Li and Gao Qin. Even if Gao Xiner destroyed it on the spot, the paparazzi knew this information, Mona has a lot of ways to make that soft bone speak, so the question now is, if she leaked it to the other party, is that person really Xiao Zeyang?Is he really as bad as Gao Xiner analyzed?

Ling Li saw the thoughts hidden under He Dongwei's eyes, and patiently asked: "Is there anything else you haven't confessed to me?"

frank?He Dongwei was stunned, and quickly said: "No!"

It's someone else's secret, if she tells another person, it's not a confession, it's a leak, it's gossiping, it's an excuse to give herself a plausible reason, to use other people's privacy as a tool for mutual honesty .

What can be shared is not a secret, but a broadcast, an announcement, and material that can be talked about by anyone after dinner.

'Confession leaking' This is wrong. No matter how close the other party is, the two of them once merged into one, but they are still two individuals. If they can't say it, they can't say it. Even if they confess, she can only confess her own affairs.

"She analyzed Zeyang's 'conspiracy theory' for me, and she didn't say anything else." The rest are just my own guesses.

"You just don't believe it's him, right?" The bones of the hand holding the steering wheel sharply bulged, and the tone of dissatisfaction seemed to squeeze out from between the teeth.

"Everyone says it's him, but do you have proof?"

"Would you believe me if I had proof?"

He Dongwei was silent, it was difficult for her to answer this question, she didn't want to believe it, and she couldn't believe it.

"You still don't believe it, do you?"

A high-beam light came from the opposite road, and He Dongwei subconsciously turned her head to the window, and at the same time did not forget to tell her sharply: "Drive carefully."

The car fell into an awkward silent atmosphere again, which was incompatible with the laughter and joyous fireworks outside the car window. He Dongwei closed her eyes tiredly, not letting the disturbance outside disturb her thoughts.

But it's no wonder that Ling Li can be as calm as her. He Dongwei's avoidance of answering is either perfunctory or acquiescing. This kind of heart-scratching suspicion and torment, with the precipitation of time, there will always be a moment of boiling over.

He tried his best to prove it, eager to get a definite answer, and wanted He Dongwei to tell him in person that she only had him in her heart, that she would never leave him, and that she would only belong to him forever...

Until he came out of the shower and looked at He Dongwei standing in front of the glass window in a daze, his restless and entangled heart lit up again.

The whole night, when she came back from the road, she kept silent and treated him like a human being, ignoring all his cloudy and rainy days, and chose to "mourn alone" in front of the window sill.

What is she suffering from?Blame him for forcing her to ask the question she was least willing to answer?Or are you already secretly missing Xiao Zeyang?
Ling Li hugged He Dongwei from behind, making her shrink back in fright,
He Dongwei forcibly suppressed her fright, but her body was tensing up. This was the first intimate contact between the two since that day.

But the memory that made her tremble with fear is not yet wiped out, clenched fists hidden in the pocket of the bathrobe, praying fiercely just wanting a hug.

Ling Li put his hand into the pocket of He Dongwei's bathrobe, and felt her cold palm, he was slightly taken aback, there was a nameless anger in his heart, he just wanted to ignite her, burning for him like last time.

"Weiwei!" He kissed He Dongwei's ear bone, all the way down,
"Ah Li! Don't make trouble," He Dongwei struggled to push him away, but found that he couldn't be pushed away.
The sharp action instantly intensified, directly imprisoning her resisting hand, pressing her against the window sill,
At this moment, He Dongwei not only had cold hands, but also cold limbs, thin cold sweat leaked from her back, she struggled hard,

"Sharp!" With scolding anger in her eyes, she pushed him away a meter away.

"Are you crazy?" He Dongwei angrily turned her face back to the room, and closed the door with a "bang".

Ling Li was really crazy, he was driven crazy by his own lack of self-confidence and sensitive nerves, and He Dongwei's indifference towards him undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

It's okay to be indifferent to him, but she actually yelled at him and slammed the door at him!

Standing sharply and straightly on the window sill, dark tides surged in his eyes, and his helpless grievances were exposed under the suppressed anger, like a loving old mother who was told to be a disobedient brat, clenched his fists tightly, but dared to Close the door and feel sorry for yourself.

I don't know what kind of fierce "battle between heaven and man" was going on in his head. I only saw him standing for a long time, his chest heaving more and more, and he simply went back to his room.
After a while, he changed his clothes, holding a document bag in his hand, and went out fully dressed.

When closing the door, He Dongwei used the same style to slam the door, for fear that the people inside would not know.

The fierce car drove into the gate of He's house. The place where the headlights swept across exposed the guards standing guard in full force like terracotta warriors and horses waiting quietly in the Qin Mausoleum. They were solemn and majestic, always on guard against the dangerous night.

After all, the He family has been too high-profile recently. They not only have to guard against the hidden "long guns and short guns", but also have to be alert to the artificial "turmoil" that may occur at any time due to commercial hostile factors.People who don't know it think that some kind of president works in it, and the He family is as strict as the 'Chinese version of the White House'.

And the arrival of Ling Li was just like the noise made by the assassin, the lights of the whole He family lit up with a "swish".

A rough-looking security guard went straight to search Ling Li's body and the file bag in his hand.

Ling Li raised his hand, and unceremoniously threw the opponent away. The security guard didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, and was forced to take a few steps back.
He said coldly: "You are not qualified to watch!"

The aura of the security guard was no less than that of Ling Li. Both of them had a posture of swords drawn. Ling Li could tell that the security guard had a murderous look in his eyes. When fighting with the gang of vicious prisoners in the base to survive, the strong murderous aura displayed,
For a moment, the scar that stretched from the corner of the security guard's eye to the tip of the ear made Ling Li seem to see the shadow of a poisonous scorpion.

The scarred security guard kept staring at Ling Li, but slowly stretched his hands towards his lower back,

"Let him in!"

At this time, Ling Li was still standing in the yard. He searched for his reputation and saw a figure leaning on a cane under the warm yellow light at the window of He Zheng's study. It was fine, not even a coughing sound.

The security guard had no choice but to back down, but just as he was striding his legs, he suddenly took a step forward, provocatively bumped Ling Li with his shoulder, the corners of his lips curled up, and a sound similar to "hum" seemed to come out of his nostrils.

Ling Li endured the resentment brought out from home, and took a deep look at the security guard. This glance, both sides recognized the attitude of the other party as an enemy, Ling Li restrained his hostility, and continued to move forward.