Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Ice cream or hot dog, you have to give...
At the end of September, a large number of lisianthus flowers bloomed in the Qin family courtyard, surrounded by clear green leaves, competing for beauty.
Liu Jingheng went to the mall with Qin Du, and after returning, she added some expensive autumn clothes to her wardrobe.
At the same time, the day of departure for the United States arrived.
The night before, Qin Du weighed Liu Jingheng for the last time. She was 117.3 catties, which was still quite thin for someone who was 178 cm tall.
But compared to when Liu Jingheng first came in, at least his face has some flesh on it.
Uncle Li was busy packing Liu Jingheng's luggage, sighing.
"If it doesn't work, bring two cooks with you. Jingjing won't be able to get used to the food there."
His worries were really unnecessary. Qin Du had already thought of everything he could think of, and had also made arrangements for everything he could not think of.
"This time, we might not see each other for half a year." Uncle Li wiped his tears. "By the way, Mr. Qin, can't you take me with you?"
Qin Du said succinctly: "This family cannot survive without you."
Others are going to get medical treatment or go on their honeymoon, why is the old man joining in the fun?
Qin Du packed his luggage, held a simple online meeting with his secretary, made work arrangements, turned off the computer, and went to Liu Jingheng's room to tell him to go to bed early.
As I walked to the door, I saw Liu Jingheng sitting in front of the French window, holding Penny in her arms, with Fang Kuang lying at her feet and Nuomi riding on her neck. Her back looked desolate.
Qin Du knocked on the door to signal.
Liu Jingheng remained indifferent.
Qin Du knocked on the door again, but Liu Jingheng remained indifferent.
This time, even the enthusiastic Penny ignored him.
"What are you thinking about so intently?" Qin Du sat down next to Liu Jingheng.
He glanced over and saw the three little animals looking at him together, their eyes full of resentment.
Qin Du looked away.
Then, he heard Liu Jingheng sigh:
"I used to be happy just to leave my small world. This time I can see the wider world outside, but... I feel a little strange."
Why it was strange, he couldn't say.
"Don't overthink it, just treat it as a trip," Qin Du said. "We're going there to have a team of experts assess your condition, and we still have to schedule the surgery. Don't worry about it in advance."
Liu Jingheng nodded. That's right, there's still time to feel melancholy once she's on the operating table and receives the critical illness notice.
Qin Du looked around at his luggage and stood up:
"Don't think too much, get some rest, and we'll set off early tomorrow."
Liu Jingheng didn't respond to him. She held Penny and stared out the window in a daze.
Late at night, Liu Jingheng baked a basket of pancakes on the bed and sat up.
I still feel a strange feeling. I am looking forward to going to a wider world, but I am also worried about the unknown and unfamiliar environment.
He thought about it, then got up and got out of bed.
He walked barefoot in the hall downstairs, and lingered at the door of Uncle Li's room for a long time. After he calmed down, his eyes fell on the door of Qin Du's room not far away.
Liu Jingheng pondered for a moment and gently knocked on Qin Du's door.
No one responded.
He gently pushed the door open, poked his head in, and said to himself, "I'm coming in."
In the room, the aroma of white tea and figs spread faintly. The man on the big bed was lying on his side, seemingly sleeping soundly.
Liu Jingheng closed the door silently.
…
Qin Du was sleeping when he suddenly felt an itch on his chin. He slowly opened his eyes and in the moonlight, he saw a furry head trying to get into his arms.
Qin Du woke up, propped himself up, and grabbed the back of his neck:
"do what."
Liu Jingheng raised her head, curled up her limbs and pressed them under her body, lying on the bed with her butt sticking out like Penny. She knew she was a thief and said in a weak tone:
"I...I can't sleep."
Qin Du sighed heavily, lay back down, stretched out one arm, and patted his elbow:
"come over."
Liu Jingheng crawled over obediently and gently pressed her face against Qin Du's arm.
His conclusion was that it was not as comfortable as a pillow and was too hard.
"Why can't I sleep?" Qin Du was very sleepy at the moment. He rubbed his eyebrows and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I don't know. Are we leaving by plane tomorrow?"
"Um."
"Do you think there might be terrorists carrying time bombs on the plane?"
"No, we're taking a private jet."
"Then why can't we take Penny with us."
"……inconvenient."
"Will the people of New York welcome us?"
“…”
"Why don't you sleep with clothes on?"
Qin Du took a deep breath: "I'm used to sleeping naked."
"Put it on." Liu Jingheng not only took over the position, but also made a request, "Otherwise I feel a little scared."
Qin Du grabbed the collar of his pajamas, twisted the buttons with his thumb, and said in an unhappy tone:
"Let me wear yours."
"No, no..." Liu Jingheng hurriedly protected her collar.
Qin Du finally compromised, got out of bed and put on his pajamas from the closet.
Liu Jingheng's dull little head was filled with strange questions, many of which even Qin Du didn't know how to answer.
As Liu Jingheng was talking, she yawned, curled up her body, and leaned her head deep into Qin Du's arms.
Qin Du felt less sleepy after what he did. He put his arm around Liu Jingheng's shoulders and pressed her against him.
Liu Jingheng's chattering voice became quieter and quieter, and the last part of her voice became noticeably chaotic.
Qin Du looked down and saw that the man's eyes were closed.
Qin Du casually pulled the blanket over him and covered him with it. He bent his knees slightly and touched his cold feet.
He frowned. He had noticed before that Liu Jingheng liked to run around the house barefoot. The soles of her feet were white, probably because she had wiped them clean with the sheets.
It would be fine to go barefoot in the summer, but now it's October and there's a layer of cool air floating under the marble floor tiles at home, but Liu Jingheng doesn't really mind.
Qin Du freed his other hand and gently held his cold feet, with his palms touching the soles of his feet, feeling the warmth.
Qin Du closed his eyes and decided it was time to sleep.
But he opened his eyes again after a while, and his gaze slid down, locking onto the small red mole on the tip of Liu Jingheng's nose.
This mole will really grow, like the thorn of a rose, or the withered red lining of a wedding dress.
Qin Du lowered his chin, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed the pale red dot with his thin lips.
Just from rubbing it, the space between my legs became so swollen that I couldn't close them.
"Hmm?" Liu Jingheng mumbled in her sleep and raised her hand to scratch her nose.
In the dream, she was tired of sleeping in this position, and her shoulders were numb from the pressure. Liu Jingheng turned over and faced Qin Du with the back of her head.
Qin Du frowned, raised his hand and grabbed Liu Jingheng's shoulder, trying to turn her back.
“@##@￥&*…” In her dream, Liu Jingheng grumbled impatiently.
Qin Du stopped and his brows furrowed even deeper.
After a long time, he breathed softly, and carefully lifted up Liu Jingheng's head with one hand, pulled away the arm that was pressed by him, then gently got off the bed, came to Liu Jingheng, got on the bed quietly, lifted her head up again, and inserted his arm.
Looking at Liu Jingheng's sleeping face, Qin Du finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Every time Liu Jingheng came to his room, he couldn't sleep well. Seeing this person sleeping so carelessly, Qin Du felt a little angry.
He snorted coldly, raised his hand and pinched Liu Jingheng's nose. When Liu Jingheng opened her mouth slightly because she couldn't breathe, he withdrew his hand.
Contented, go to sleep.
*
The next morning, Liu Jingheng sat on the bed with her back hunched, scratching her messy hair:
"Why am I here..."
Qin Du's eyes were tinged with a hint of blue as he glared at him.
After breakfast, it’s almost time to set off.
Liu Jingheng said goodbye to the three little ones reluctantly and told them to be obedient.
Uncle Li was busy checking the two's luggage, and the old man also took time out to see them off, chattering away. The entire Qin family was busy.
Qin Chuyao, on the other hand, did not have the awareness of being a graduate student even after being admitted. He did not go to school all day long, but just indulged himself in luxury with the rich second generation, or stayed in his room playing games.
Listening to the comings and goings in the corridor, Qin Chuyao knew that Cheng Yunqing would not reply to him, but he still happily sent a message to Cheng Yunqing:
My uncle is taking Butterfly to the US. I heard that after this treatment, it will take at least a year or two, and we'll finally have some peace and quiet.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yunqing was merciful and replied to him:
【When, where are they now. 】
Qin Chuyao glanced downstairs: [Let's go. We'll probably be at the airport soon.]
Cheng Yunqing on the other end of the phone didn't even have time to change his shoes. He ran downstairs in his slippers and rushed into the car. He stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the airport like an arrow.
The car was running so fast that sparks were flying. It braked suddenly and stopped outside the airport building. Cheng Yunqing didn't even have time to close the car door and rushed into the building recklessly.
He called Liu Jingheng while running, but no one answered.
Cheng Yunqing didn't have time to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He looked at the flight information display screen, confirmed the waiting area for flights to the United States, walked through the crowd, and suddenly stopped.
Among the crowd queuing for security check in front, a tall figure embraced a thin body and walked slowly with the crowd.
Cheng Yunqing pulled open the isolation tape and got in. He rushed over to the two men, snatched the passport and plane ticket from one of them, and tore them to pieces.
"Liu Jingheng, you are not allowed to leave!"
"What are you doing!" a scream came from the side.
Cheng Yunqing looked over, stunned, and asked, "Who are you?"
"That's why I asked you who you are! Why did you tear up my plane ticket?"
After a brief silence, Cheng Yunqing was taken to the airport police station by staff who came to question him.
Facing the police's questioning, Cheng Yunqing lowered his head and spoke weakly:
"My wife is about to run away. It's too late..."
police:……
After reaching a compensation negotiation with the person whose ticket and passport were innocently torn up, Cheng Yunqing listened to the flight boarding instructions coming from the airport building and lowered his head deeply.
The car came at a lightning speed, but went back at a snail's pace.
After returning home, Cheng Yunqing sat down at the entrance, holding his head.
Gone, Liu Jingheng finally left. Now there was no need to consider how he was inferior to Qin Du, as Liu Jingheng had already given the answer.
At this time, the Qin family.
Qin Chuyao held the water cup in his hand, his eyes wide open, looking at Qin Du and Liu Jingheng who came in from outside in disbelief.
"Uncle, aren't you guys leaving for America?"
Qin Du gave him a strange look and said, "I'll take Liu Jingheng to the hospital for a checkup first. The flight has been registered for the afternoon flight. What's going on?"
Qin Du glanced at his watch and it was almost time, so he packed up and prepared to leave.
Qin Chuyao opened his mouth wide and shook his head slowly.
Then he went back to the room and sent a message to Cheng Yunqing:
[I was so scared! I just saw my uncle and his family at home. It turns out they have a flight this afternoon. I thought I would be tortured by them for another two days.]
Cheng Yunqing was holding his head in deep thought. When he heard the text message tone, he picked up the phone listlessly to take a look.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Where are they now?
Qin Chuyao: [I'm leaving. I'll probably be at the airport in half an hour.]
Cheng Yunqing rushed out of the door still in his slippers, jumped into the car and stepped on the accelerator to the floor.
The airport hall was bustling with people, and everyone saw a black shadow rush past.
The staff was dumbfounded: "No, why is he here again?"
Several staff members rushed forward to stop him and kept Cheng Yunqing outside the isolation zone.
"Brother, please be kind. My wife is running away with someone else, and I must bring her back!" Cheng Yunqing tried to break through the human wall.
Half an hour later, at the police station.
The policeman put the phone to Cheng Yunqing's ear, and Qin Chuyao's voice came from the phone:
"Yunqing, I just found out that my uncle and his family took a private plane. Where are you? Do you have any parting words for them?"
Cheng Yunqing sneered: "No need."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yunqing looked at the road ahead leading to the detention center, which was long and lonely.
*
The plane flew at an altitude of 90,000 miles, leaving behind a long white tail.
Liu Jingheng was chewing gum and plugging her ears with her two index fingers.
It was my first time on a plane. My eardrums were bulging and my heart was like on a roller coaster, up and down.
A luxurious private jet is like a small villa in the sky, equipped with leather sofas, marble dining tables, a small bar with fine wines, and all kinds of living and entertainment facilities.
Liu Jingheng had never been on a plane before, not even in economy class. She sighed at the luxurious scene before her:
"Isn't it a bit of a loss to only charge a few thousand dollars for a flight like this?"
"A thousand yuan?" Qin Du looked at him. "You give it to me?"
Liu Jingheng: "Okay..."
This time the formula was applied less decisively and with some hesitation.
He turned on his phone to transfer money to Qin Du, but saw more than a dozen missed calls from Cheng Yunqing.
He asked Qin Du: "Can I make a phone call on the plane?"
"Why, who are you going to call?"
"Cheng Yunqing, I see there are a lot of missed calls from him."
Qin Du was silent for a moment, then he took the phone from Liu Jingheng, turned it off, and threw it aside.
"You can't make phone calls on a plane. It could cause an explosion."
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly she had a look of relief as if she had survived a disaster:
"It's a good thing you reminded me."
Qin Du smiled secretly, then put on a serious face:
"What to do to show gratitude."
Liu Jingheng looked at him, and after the CPU had been running slowly for half a year, she shook her head.
Qin Du didn't say it directly, but raised his hand and gently pinched his earlobe.
Liu Jingheng suddenly realized what was going on, and while Qin Du was smiling contentedly, she gently bit his earlobe.
For Liu Jingheng's first experience of flying abroad, the fourteen-hour direct flight from Jinhai to New York was not difficult to endure, and she even felt happy.
When you get tired of sitting, you can lie on the bed and listen to music. When you are hungry, the chef will prepare a delicious dinner for you.
If you are bored, you can play with the stuffed animal toys on the bedside.
Liu Jingheng sniffed the plush toy. It seemed to be newly bought and had an industrial scent.
He asked Qin Du, who was reading a book nearby, "Can I take one away?"
Qin Du looked up at him from his book, a faint smile on his lips:
"Okay, the one in your hand is 3,800."
Liu Jingheng silently put the toy back, patted its fur and tidied it up.
Qin Du saw that he looked a little aggrieved, flipped through the book, and said nonchalantly:
"I'll give you a 90% discount, 380. After rounding off the decimal, it's 300."
Liu Jingheng recalled the way the dean's father bargained for the price when buying things and said:
"Fifty... fifty, fifty I... I'll take it."
Qin Du put down the book, put his hand on his chin, and took in Liu Jingheng, who was very nervous about bargaining for the first time, with his deep eyes.
He curled the corners of his lips: "Okay."
Liu Jingheng: Hey.
But then Qin Du said, "Show me how to act coquettishly."
Liu Jingheng:?
He looked at Qin Du with a gradually alert look.
Through Qin Du’s last birthday, Liu Jingheng understood why Qin Du hated people acting like a spoiled child so much, because a person who was very good at acting like a spoiled child completely destroyed his family.
Now that he made this request again, Liu Jingheng reasonably suspected that Qin Du taking him to the United States for medical treatment was just an excuse, and he actually wanted to send him to the largest cotton field in the United States as free labor.
At this time, how would the original owner resolve the crisis?
[I don't know how to do this, brother, can you teach me? I'm sorry I'm so stupid. I can't do anything without you, and I always cause you trouble.]
Liu Jingheng counted on his fingers and mumbled to himself as he memorized the lines. He had a clear understanding of his own brain and could only try to extract key words and strive to be concise.
Liu Jingheng slowly opened his mouth. Just as the plane passed through thick clouds, his whole body shook a little. His mouth turned into:
"Teach...Brother."
Qin Du raised his eyebrows and said, "Call me brother?"
Liu Jingheng: Hiss, is this what I meant?
While he was thinking, Qin Du beside him stood up. His tall figure came down like a huge dark cloud, wrapping the silly Liu Jingheng in shadow.
Liu Jingheng tilted her head back as the plane shook again. The man above her head seemed to have lost his balance. He leaned forward, resting his knee between Liu Jingheng's knees. With another effort, he pushed her thighs apart.
Liu Jingheng couldn't help but lean back. The man on her leaned down with the slight turbulence of the plane, and supported himself with his hands on both sides of his body to maintain balance.
Then, Liu Jingheng felt a thin and dense warm breath floating next to his ear, and the warm and cool lips rubbed against his earlobe, causing him to shrink his shoulders in itchiness.
Low, hoarse, simple syllables rang in my ears:
"Good brother, act like a spoiled child, let me see."
Liu Jingheng suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a stream of heat surged up from her tailbone, making her back feel hot instantly.
Good brother.
Liu Jingheng's Adam's apple moved, and the sound of these three words kept appearing in her mind.
He had never been called "brother" in his life, not to mention that Qin Du was more than eight years older than him. Chinese people pay great attention to the generation of titles, and those who can let the elders call the younger ones "brother"... are either treacherous or thieves if they are too attentive to them for no reason.
Liu Jingheng pushed Qin Du's chest with one hand and said tremblingly:
"I...I don't go to the cotton fields. I don't know how to pick cotton..."
Qin Du was stunned for a long time, and a helpless smile appeared in his eyes.
He gently nudged Liu Jingheng's thigh with his knee and said in a contemptuous voice:
"You're so cute."
Liu Jingheng: "I love you so much, who do I love so much? I don't love anyone."
When he said this, he seemed to be in a hurry to refute and cover up, and his speech speed was very fast, which was rare.
Qin Du stopped talking and stared at him for almost a century before smiling meaningfully.
*
Liu Jingheng was sleeping when she suddenly felt something sinking under her body.
His body swayed and he opened his eyes.
The room was airtight, all the blinds were neatly covered, and the light was dim. There was only a small dim lamp beside him. Qin Du sat aside and read a book by the light.
Liu Jingheng sat up and rubbed her eyes, feeling that she had slept for a very long time.
"What time is it?" he asked Qin Du.
Qin Du glanced at his watch: "It's one in the morning."
Liu Jingheng pondered for a moment, then raised her hand to open the window shade.
In an instant, dazzling sunlight flew into the cabin. The plane flew very low and passed over the heads of countless tall buildings.
Liu Jingheng: "Didn't you say it was early in the morning..."
"Time difference." Qin Du explained, "It's 2:00 PM New York time now."
Liu Jingheng took a long time to come back to her senses: "Are we in New York?"
"Well, we'll be landing soon. Why don't you get some sleep?"
Liu Jingheng couldn't sleep, so she got up, put on her clothes, and sat by the window looking at the world outside.
The narrow and winding coastline surrounds a huge forest built of steel and concrete. Countless glass curtain walls reflect countless parallel worlds. There is no horizon here, only skyscrapers that are always growing upwards and endless ambitions.
Liu Jingheng was gradually stunned.
He couldn't imagine how hard it was for people living here.
As the plane passed over the east side of Manhattan, Liu Jingheng saw the Statue of Liberty, which she had only seen in movies and TV shows.
The plane landed at LaGuardia Airport and completed immigration procedures. As soon as Liu Jingheng entered the airport, her head was like a 360-degree camera, staring at people of different skin colors who passed by her.
Qin Du grabbed his hand and said, "Walk carefully."
As soon as they arrived outside the airport lobby, several foreigners in suits and ties came up to greet them. They spoke something to Qin Du in English and then arranged for Qin Du and Liu Jingheng to get in the car.
The car crossed the Manhattan Bridge, and Liu Jingheng didn't know how to think properly.
He often watches video apps and often sees comments like "I want to be the only child in Manhattan in my next life." At that time, he didn't know what Manhattan was. Now, standing on the land of this steel forest, he truly feels his own insignificance.
Qin Du observed his profile and saw that he was fascinated by the city. He lowered his voice and asked:
"Do you like it here?"
Liu Jingheng nodded: "I like it."
Qin Du coaxed him: "Do you want to live here?"
Liu Jingheng stared out the window in a daze: "I want to."
Qin Du curled the corners of his lips and tapped his knees lightly with his fingers.
In fact, no matter where in the world, whether it is the extravagant imperial world or the simple mountain village nestled in the mountains and rivers, if you ask Liu Jingheng whether he wants to live there, his answer will be the same.
He wants to experience the local customs and culture of places he has never been to.
The car arrived at the wealthy residential area on Manhattan's Upper East Side, from where you can see New York's Central Park, which is just a few steps away.
The person in charge of reception handed the car keys to Qin Du and said in English:
"Mr. Qin, here are the car keys. The room you booked has been cleaned for you. Please feel free to call me if you need anything."
Qin Du nodded.
Liu Jingheng didn't understand English, and followed Qin Du upstairs in a daze. The elevator went up for a long time before stopping at the 122nd floor.
The house is very big, even more luxurious than the Qin family mansion, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the entire city.
Qin Du put away his luggage and said to Liu Jingheng:
"We'll stay here for the next few days. We'll have a medical exchange meeting the day after tomorrow, and I'll take you to meet the experts then."
Liu Jingheng asked, "How much is the rent here? I'll pay half. After all, your money didn't come from the wind."
Qin Du looked at his serious expression and thought for a moment, "Six thousand."
Liu Jingheng's hand began to tremble as he gripped the phone. He only had six thousand yuan on him, so why would anyone want to take advantage of such a small fortune?
"Well, then, then I'll turn you now..."
Seeing that he was terrified, Qin Du continued to add: "US dollars."
Liu Jingheng nodded: "Oh, US dollars."
After a while, the man was completely petrified.
Qin Du was still pressing: "Didn't you say you wanted to transfer me?"
Liu Jingheng raised her head with dazed eyes: "Can I pay in installments?"
"Okay." Qin Du said without hesitation, "Add the surgical treatment fee, based on your monthly salary of 4,000, and it won't take long, 50 years. I'll waive the interest for you."
Liu Jingheng's eyes completely lost focus.
He suddenly felt very unfamiliar with money.
Qin Du rubbed his little head which was about to smoke:
"We've agreed. If you leave my sight for the next fifty years, I'll have reason to suspect you're going to become a deadbeat."
Liu Jingheng: “…Okay.”
He immediately covered his mouth to stop crying.
In fact, Liu Jingheng could have scolded him for being dishonest, since she was not coming to the United States for medical treatment. However, with Liu Jingheng's straightforward mind, she was best at doing things like being sold out and then helping others count money.
Qin Du handed him a suitcase: "Your things."
Liu Jingheng looked at the suitcase for a long time and didn't remember that she had a suitcase of this color.
When he opened it, a bunch of stuffed toys fell out, and he realized they were all the ones he had been fond of playing with on the plane.
Liu Jingheng's face was gloomy: "Should I pay you for these too..."
Qin Du asked back: "Are you going to cry?"
Liu Jingheng: "Yes."
Qin Du smiled and said, "Then consider it a gift for you."
Liu Jingheng, who was just feeling depressed because of her fifty-year slavery, was shocked when she heard that there was an opportunity to take advantage of her:
Hey.
*
On the first day in New York, Liu Jingheng couldn't resist her physiology, so she packed her things and fell asleep.
I woke up again around six in the afternoon, and this time I had a good sleep.
Qin Du didn't sleep, but tried to cope with the jet lag.
I just read "The Count of Monte Cristo" again, poured myself a cup of black tea, and went to the bedroom to see if Liu Jingheng was sleeping and kicking off the quilt.
When I walked to the door, I saw a thin figure lying in front of the French window, staring at the Hudson River below.
Qin Du looked at his bare feet. He was running around without shoes.
Liu Jingheng was watching intently when she suddenly felt an itch on the soles of her feet and put something furry on them.
"Awake?" Qin Du's low voice sounded in his ears.
Liu Jingheng held it in for a long time before saying, "I'm hungry."
"Get dressed, we're going out to eat."
…
The streets of Manhattan feel a little different than looking down from the air.
Like poisonous mushrooms growing under giant redwood trees, it is dirty and chaotic, with homeless people and drug addicts everywhere, taking root under a bustling city that looks like something out of Inception.
Just a few steps away you can see the yellow hot dog stand and the pink ice cream truck.
Liu Jingheng stood still in front of the hot dog stand. She didn't say anything, but stared at Qin Du with a look that said, "You should understand me."
Qin Du thought he was just like those wayward children. He simply ignored him and turned around to admire the view of the sun hanging high in the street corner.
Seeing that he was indifferent, Liu Jingheng took a few steps forward and stood between the hot dog stand and the ice cream truck, with the subtext being:
[You have to buy me a hot dog or ice cream.]
He didn't move, and Qin Du didn't move either. Neither of them was willing to speak first, and they just remained in a stalemate.
The kind and enthusiastic ice cream truck owner couldn't stand it anymore, so he poured a ball of pink ice cream on the cookie tube, handed it to Liu Jingheng, and said in English:
"Welcome to New York. This is a welcome gift for you."
Liu Jingheng didn't understand a single word of English. She stared at the ice cream handed to her by the other party, not knowing what the other party meant or whether she should take it.
The ice cream truck owner thought he was a fool and licked the ice cream, meaning that it was not poisonous and could be eaten.
Liu Jingheng hesitated and reached out to take the ice cream, but was stopped by a big hand. The hand snatched the ice cream before him and paid for it.
Liu Jingheng: oO!
Qin Du explained to the car owner, "This child is about to undergo heart surgery, and he needs to strictly control his diet and avoid sugar and oil during this period."
Qin Du took a bite of the ice cream and turned to leave. Liu Jingheng stood there for a long time, eagerly chasing after him.
Qin Du didn't want to eat it after taking a bite. It was very sweet, abnormally sweet, which is also the culprit for the high obesity rate in the United States.
"Won't you let me have a taste?" Liu Jingheng's eyes were almost glued to the ice cream.
"No." Qin Du said coldly and decisively, "It's too sweet."
"Can I smell it?" Liu Jingheng asked again.
"No." Qin Du knew Liu Jingheng's temper very well. She looked harmless, but in fact, she was more stubborn than a donkey. If he really let her smell the scent, she would swallow the ice cream with her nose.
Liu Jingheng stopped talking, slowed down her pace, and pursed her lips into wavy lines.
Qin Du walked a long way and suddenly he didn't hear any footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Liu Jingheng standing in front of an ice cream truck again, looking at him without saying a word.
Hot dog stands and ice cream trucks seem to be the characteristics of Manhattan. They can be seen everywhere within a few steps, and the stands are crowded with fat babies.
Qin Du sighed softly, returned, took Liu Jingheng's hand, and coaxed her patiently:
"Back home, you can even try it as an exception. But here, the food is seriously overloaded with sugar and oil. The doctor told you to avoid consuming too much sugar and oil before surgery, otherwise it can cause myocardial hypertrophy."
Liu Jingheng frowned and still said nothing.
In fact, he knew everything, including the fact that Qin Du had blamed Uncle Li for everything. He just didn't know whether his surgery would be successful or how long he could stay in this world.
One day he returned to his original world, where he was unwilling to spend money to buy an ice cream assassin.
Seeing Liu Jingheng's depressed look, Qin Du suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
At least he has learned to show his emotions on his face now. If he were the old Liu Jingheng, she would have to be on guard against him saying something shocking at any time.
After almost a century, Qin Du compromised.
He brought the ice cream to Liu Jingheng's lips and tightly grasped the biscuit tube: "You can only take a small bite."
Liu Jingheng blinked, her brows suddenly relaxed, she held Qin Du's hands with both hands, and gently licked the ice cream with the tip of her tongue.
Really sweet, strawberry flavor.
Thinking of taking advantage of the situation to bite him again, Liu Jingheng noticed that Qin Du's hands, which he was supporting, began to exert force. He also began to use both hands to push back. The two of them fought back and forth, neither of them willing to give in.
Suddenly, Qin Du lowered his head and went straight towards Liu Jingheng's lips.
Liu Jingheng was unable to react at all. She stood there, staring at the pink ice cream.
Qin Du's lips stopped above Liu Jingheng's lips and did not move.
The plan failed. How could he have forgotten that his reaction time was longer than the coastline of Canada?
Qin Du took a deep breath, steeled his heart, and pulled his hand back with force, causing Liu Jingheng to stagger.
Then Qin Du swallowed the ice cream in one gulp. It was so cold that it hurt between his eyebrows and he frowned slightly.
The matter was finally over after the problem of the unpalatable ice cream was solved and Liu Jingheng's last wish was completely shattered.
With a look of despair on her face, Liu Jingheng followed Qin Du to the Manhattan Beach Pier. They had a plate of oil-free raw steak and some herbs, and that was enough for dinner.
At seven o'clock, the orange-red sun half-penetrated into the sea level, leaving behind the last lingering aftertaste.
Manhattan Beach is surrounded by lush coconut trees. Unlike the golden beach that Liu Jingheng saw in Jinhai, the beach here is milky white, or rather, the color of the sky.
Liu Jingheng looked at the hot girls and boys wearing hot clothes on the beach and asked Qin Du:
"Aren't they cold?"
Qin Du asked back: "Are you cold?"
As he spoke, he began to take off his coat.
Liu Jingheng shook her head, refused Qin Du's coat, and asked, "Can I go in the water?"
Qin Du glanced at his watch and said, "You can only play for half an hour."
Liu Jingheng didn't know why she had to consult Qin Du on everything. It seemed like he was used to this practice.
Obviously, he and Qin Du have no relationship at all. If you insist, they are just creditors of a fifty-year debt.
Liu Jingheng didn't want to think too much and didn't want to waste time on internal things, so she took off her shoes and socks and went to the beach.
Qin Du looked at the two shoes lying on the beach, sighed, picked them up, held them in his hands, and followed Liu Jingheng to the beach.
The sea water is not very clear and the visibility is average. You can vaguely see small shells and conches hidden underwater.
Liu Jingheng was picking up things as she walked along when she suddenly saw a beautiful blue-finger starfish, which looked like the brightest cobalt blue paint.
He reached out to pick it up, but suddenly a small hand reached out from the opposite side and picked up the starfish first.
Liu Jingheng remained bent over for almost a minute, then raised her head and met a pair of large light brown eyes with long, beautifully curled eyelashes.
The person who snatched the starfish was a little foreign girl wearing an orange swimsuit and a bun, who looked to be about five or six years old.
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