Wilderness Survival: The whole network is knocking me and the actor CP

Chapter 222 I'm Not Sad (2)

Lin Qi took the time to reply: "It's nothing."

Glancing at the restaurant, Feng Qingzhao was eating with her head down at the moment, and she continued to read the comments.

Qi Yan saw that she was watching so seriously, so he didn't bother to make a sound, but took out his mobile phone and logged on to Weibo.

He rarely used this kind of entertainment software, but he wanted to participate in Lin Qi's world.

On the hot search list, he saw Lin Qi's name.

#Lin Qi sends the coffin#
#Lin Qi slaps my father#
Qi Yan pursed her lips, and glanced at Lin Qi. She was swiping her phone very seriously at this moment, with a relaxed expression, and she was a little happy watching, and didn't notice his peeking at all.

Yesterday was her birthday, what happened?
Qi Yan clicked into these two trending searches, quickly read the video and the message, and suddenly felt heavy.

He didn't know whether it was mostly sympathy or distress.

But when he asked her yesterday, she said she was happy.

Now it seems that she just didn't want him to worry, didn't want to show her scars in front of others, and said polite words to him.

How could she be happy when something like this happened!

Qi Yan put down the phone, his eyes were distressed, and his tone was heavy: "Lin Qi, are you... all right?"

"Ah? I'm fine."

Seeing Qi Yan's serious eyes, Lin Qi narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Yan felt even more distressed, and the pity in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Lin Qi, in front of me, you don't need to pretend."

Lin Qi was even more confused: "No, what are you talking about?"

Why can't she understand it.

It's all like this, but she still stubbornly refuses to say, because she doesn't want him to feel sorry for her.

Qi Yan couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed Lin Qi's head.

Lin Qi:?
How can I feel like I am holding a bun in my hand, barefoot, wearing tattered clothes, unable to block the wind at all, my hands and feet are red from the cold, shivering, and my face is still covered with frost, weak and pitiful. Helpless little beggar.

And Qi Yan is the young master who is wearing a jacket, holding a water heater in his hand, and has lights and fires in his house. Right now, he feels sorry for her, and looks at her with sympathy in his eyes.

Lin Qi was taken aback by his own thoughts, and quickly interrupted the unconstrained imagination in his mind.

He raised his hand and touched Qi Yan's forehead, and then touched his own.

"Strange, the temperature is normal, and there is no fever."

Qi Yan: "..."

He still told Lin Qi with a serious face: "In front of me, you don't have to be so strong. You can cry when you want to, and you don't have to force yourself to laugh."

Lin Qi:?
MD!

Did Qi Yan fall ill and didn't take his medicine?
Lin Qi couldn't cry, and now she couldn't laugh either, "Why should I cry?"

Qi Yan is very sure: "I know you are sad now."

Lin Qi shook her head, more sure than Qi Yan: "No, I'm not sad."

"No, you have."

Qi Yan was very firm in his feeling that there was nothing wrong with it.

Lin Qi is now holding on.

A person who is too strong will not easily let go of his guard and disguise in front of others, but if he wants to enter Lin Qi's heart, he can only follow the guidance, let Lin Qi accept himself, and want to help her share her pain pain.

He didn't want to see Lin Qi suffering so much, pretending to be indifferent in front of outsiders, and crying secretly when he was alone in the dead of night.

Lin Qi was helpless: "I'm not sad, nor do I want to cry, Qi Yan, this is your illusion."

(End of this chapter)