The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 135 Your Smile, My Worry (8)

"Are you pretending to be stupid or being stupid? Don't you feel anything—" He grabbed Qu Qingge's wrist and pulled her up from the beach.

At first he was very strong, but when he saw Qu Qingge humming in pain, he immediately let go of his hand.

"Isn't it the heroine of your Siya who can't play the MV? Is it necessary to look bitter and bitter towards me?" She rubbed her wrist and said angrily, "How can I not feel it, you guys The reports are flying all over the sky, but I don't think she is better than Tingting in any way, I don't want to talk about you—"

Qu Qingge muttered to himself, completely unaware that Han Haibo's complexion had turned from white to black, and then from black to red, and now it was rosy in the dark~~
"Why - you still want to beat me up -"

She took a step back warily, talking more and more vigorously.

Han Haibo suddenly felt itchy and piquant in his throat, as if his gallbladder had been punctured by an injury he tried hard to suppress, and bile surged up.

He finally understood why he was as domineering as Wen Qiyang, why he could be deflated in front of this girl time and time again, obviously wanting to get angry, but always holding back, and still enjoying it.

Han Haibo gave a helpless wry smile. He thought she was pretending to be stupid and acting, but seeing her still looking at him innocently and incomprehensibly, her amber eyes were soft and harmless, and she was even thinking about the reddish color on her wrist. He bowed his head and ignored him angrily, and he was completely silent.

So be it!

Didn't you want to get it?

Don't you want to be quietly guarded?

What does she know or not know?

As long as she can smile, smile at her, even willful, pretend to be stupid, as long as she can be happy.

That's enough, isn't it?
If he can't give her the world, then let him quietly build a small island for him, when she gets hurt, she can look back~~
Maybe, this will always be just an isolated island of my own~~
Your smile, my worry~~~
Worry is the injury you gave me, and thinking is the regret that I can't express my love for you.

Han Haibo was silent for a moment, and finally turned around and left. After taking two steps, he gradually stopped, but he didn't dare to face Qu Qingge's flowery smile: "Xie Tingting, is she very important to you?"

"Well, it's my sister—" Qu Qingge didn't understand the meaning of Han Haibo's words, and just answered honestly.

Han Haibo took a light breath, faced the empty distance, and smiled slightly, his eyes were quietly bent, his head was tilted, and there was a condensed light in his hair: "I see——"

Looking at Han Haibo's back, Qu Qingge suddenly felt that something was suppressed in her heart. She sighed, but she didn't want to think about it.

After fussing for a long time, she couldn't fall asleep, so she just squatted on the beach and continued to draw something, but her mind started to clean up some trivial things like a computer, initialize, and make herself simple.

scan, clean up—

Before I had time to forcefully delete it, I heard an indifferent and lazy voice from behind:

"Is it so difficult to write my name? After practicing so many times, it's still the same?"

Qu Qingge suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to look, Yan Jinhan was looking at her with a smile, calm and focused, like flowing in a stream, with a touch of playfulness in the clarity.

She bit her red lips lightly, and the small shell in her hand fell on the beach with a clang. She turned her head to look at the beach again. On the fine golden sand, there were many, many words drawn crookedly and intermittently. Yes, it's full of 'Yan Jinhan——'

(End of this chapter)