Chapter 136: Coincidence makes her suspicious

Author: Not as good as the Yanxiang

Yun Qing wanted to go ahead by him.

Xiang Huaijin pushed the luggage with one hand, took a big step to the left and blocked her, and asked herself, "Didn't Qi Yan be with you?"

Yun Qing put his hands in his pockets, moved to the side, and distanced them from the two: "Mr. Xiang, is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay." He moved away and made way for the way.

Yun Qing walked past him quickly and went forward to the waiting room to check the ticket. She took out the book from her backpack to pass the time. She didn't think much about her unexpected encounter with Xiang Huaijin until she saw Xiang Huaijin sitting next to her again on the plane.

Yun Qing stopped in the aisle, hesitating whether to go forward? The person behind her urged her: "Miss, will you go?"

Xiang Huaijin heard the sound and looked up, untied her seat belt and stood up to let her in. She hesitated in the place, looking at Xiang Huaijin's eyebrows and eyes that were immersed in the dark sky day and night, and the gloomy temperament around him seemed to sweep the entire cabin.

The voice of the person behind him came again: "Miss, if you don't leave, give in first?"

"Sorry." She raised her feet and stepped over to Huaijin and sat down by the window.

Xiang Huaijin nodded apologetically to the person behind and returned to his seat to sit down. He glanced at Yun Qing, his voice was dull, as if he jumped out of the long-sealed jar, with a moist look: "Safety belt."

"Thank you." Her voice was quick and short, as if she was swallowing everything.

Yun Qing pulled up the seat belt and tied it, leaned his head against the back of the chair and looked out the window.

Looking at Huaijin, his daily gloomy pupils fell on her like stars: "How is Qi Yan treating you?"

"It's great." She noticed Xiang Huaijin's gaze, and couldn't help but lean towards the window, not daring to look back or looking back.

He must be worried that Yun Qing would be unhappy, so he said: "Qi Yan seems to have become much more peaceful recently."

She nodded coldly.

Xiang Huaijin had to stop his words abruptly. He wanted to please, but her indifference hurt her enthusiasm.

His eyes looked down, frozen at her ankle covered by short boots, and suddenly asked: "Why are the scars on your ankle missing?"

Yun Qing was stunned and looked at his eyebrows and eyes for the first time along the way: "How did Mr. Xiang know that there was a scar on my feet?"

In fact, even Yun Qing herself couldn't remember how the scar on her ankle came about? But because of the impact of walking on the catwalk, she tattooed a flying Arctic tern on it to cover it up.

She once thought it was because Qi Yan pushed herself downstairs that time. But afterwards, he asked Qi Yan several times, and the other party denied it very firmly, and was particularly angry and warned her not to wrongly accuse him.

Xiang Huaijin said lightly: "Once you attended a underwear show and I saw it when you showed your ankles."

Yun Qing emphasized: "I have a tattoo."

Xiang Huaijin smiled and said, "I know. But you can see it as long as you are careful."

Yun Qing questioned: "Is that true?"

He said confidently: "Yes."

She sarcastically said, "Mr. Xiang is really observing the truth."

Xiang Huaijin didn't care at all, and his voice was soft: "It's okay."

After nearly thirteen hours of voyage, Yun Qing had almost half of his sleep. In order to maintain a silent atmosphere with Xiang Huaijin, all his energy was concentrated on the book "Love in the Time of Cholera" in his hand.

Xiang Huaijin saw it and once again raised the topic: "Many people on the Internet say that this book has a bad view of its own, which insults love."

Yun Qing lowered her head: "Mr. Xiang still has time to read book reviews?"

“Look at it occasionally.”

"So does Mr. Xiang think that a literary work can be defined by the so-called three views?"

Xiang Huaijin laughed: "I didn't define it. I was just reposting the comments online."

Yun Qing asked back: "So what does Mr. Xiang think of this book?"

Xiang Huaijin pondered for a moment and said with a deep meaning: "Marquez wrote about my loneliness here."

Yun Qing's fingers bluntly flipping through the book and looked up at him.

His deep and dark eyebrows seemed to sleep soundly in a deep and long tunnel. It was pitch black and dull, damp and cool, and gradually corroded him under the destruction of time.

At this moment, he quietly fell down his eyes, clearly looking down, and the clusters of sparks slowly blooming in his eyes seemed to be looking up.

The tunnel in his body was slowly illuminated, slowly drying the moistness inside, revealing the abrupt desire that was deeply hidden a little bit.

Xiang Huaijin is different from Qi Yan's arrogance and unrestrainedness. His desires are restrained and endurable. Xiang Huaijin wriggled his lips and wanted to say something to relieve his panic and uneasiness. But as soon as he opened his lips, he found that his emotions were on the verge of losing control.

In order to restrain his delusions, he repeatedly clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles appeared faintly white. Finally, under Yun Qingxin's expression of being as calm as water, he fled in his arms with the last awakening.

He trembled and unbuttoned his seat belt, his throat sore and hoarse: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Yun Qing looked at his sad figure walking towards the bathroom, and always felt that Xiang Huaijin was very strange today.

When Xiang Huaijin was waiting for her to come back, she had already put on the blindfold and the book was placed on the storage board in front of her. Suddenly, she felt a shadow slowly pressing towards her, and her body couldn't help but turn towards the window.

However, Xiang Huaijin just pulled away the book in front of her and unfolded it casually. Yun Qing felt what was written on it in the pen he took out of the bag.

When she woke up, while Xiang Huaijin was not in her seat, she picked up the book and flipped it around several times before she first opened her own ticker, but no other person's handwriting was found.

As the stewardess' gentle and kind voice came from the front. Xiang Huaijin walked from the front, and the traces of the broken hair on his forehead were wet with water. His tall figure passed one by one over the world in front of him, and the depressedness left behind could sweep away the thrills of the world in an instant.

As his steps approached, Yun Qing lowered his head and put the books, headphones and other things into his bag. Xiang Huaijin sat down next to her and asked in a low voice: "Do you need to find Luo Heng today?"

Yun Qing said: "It should be necessary."

He nodded and said nothing. The plane slowly descended and slid for a long distance on the runway before stopping. The two of them got out of the car with the crowd, Xiang Huaijin was protecting her from being hit by others.

After entering the hall, the two of them kept a proper distance and went to carry their luggage silently. They just waited for Yun Qing to pick up their luggage and say goodbye to Xiang Huaijin Qianqian. Soon after, she got into the taxi and arrived at the hotel smoothly. She was standing at the front desk to complete the check-in procedures, and Xiang Huaijin appeared again.

Yun Qing had some misunderstandings and said unhappily: "Mr. Xiang, are you following me?"

Xiang Huaijin shrugged innocently, handed his ID to the staff at the front desk, and said directly: "Please. I booked a room online the night before yesterday."

Yun Qing was anxious and turned his head unnaturally.

Xiang Huaijin completed the check-in procedures, took the ID and room handed back by the staff, and was kind and calm: "I'll go up first."

Yun lightly said stiffly: "Yeah."

After not seeing Xiang Huaijin, Yun Qing called Luo Heng’s assistant and asked if he could change to another hotel?
Chapter completed!