Lin Qingyi didn't stand on ceremony with him, ordered two dishes she liked, and then handed the menu back to him.
He gestured for her to add more food.
The two sat quietly in the private room, unsure of what to say to each other.
Pick up the board that was prepared in advance on the table.
Ang was writing something rapidly on it.
Sending messages on a mobile phone is actually faster, but the back-and-forth exchange on the whiteboard looks more like a conversation.
There's no one to talk to while we eat, and it's inconvenient to write.
So, after finishing her meal, Lin Qingyi realized it was still early and didn't plan to go back so soon.
It was rare for him to take the initiative to ask me out.
Lin Qingyi took him to a small grove of trees by the river that she had discovered a few days ago while doing field research.
The two had only met a few times.
This practice of luring a strange man to a grove of trees is actually quite dangerous.
But perhaps every time she was with Ang, it was when Ang was injured and extremely vulnerable.
That's why she subconsciously felt that being with him wasn't dangerous.
The streetlights, some distance away, barely illuminated the road.
Suddenly, without saying a word, Ang grabbed her hand and pulled her into a darker place.
Lin Qingyi didn't understand. He pulled her three steps forward and then two steps back, but she didn't panic.
Until he pinned me against a tree, the rough texture of the bark against my back.
He grabbed my head and held it by the back of my hand.
Moonlight filtered through the leaves and shone brightly into her eyes.
Like a galaxy, it's more dazzling than a street lamp.
But there wasn't even a trace of fear in her eyes, only a blank stare.
She felt Ang's breath getting closer and closer to her, and there was a hint of pressure in his eyes that she didn't usually feel.
Like a hawk pecking at its prey at night, sharp and keen.
He noticed that she started to struggle.
He tightened his grip and buried his head directly in the crook of her neck.
She kicked his shin, anxiously uttering a few syllables, "Mmm... Ah... Ah..."
She couldn't hear it, but to others it sounded more anxious and ambiguous.
Ang released her hand, and Lin Qingyi immediately grabbed her bag and threw it at him.
I never expected him to be a pervert!!!
She was about to run away from him the next second when her arm was grabbed.
Lin Qingyi subconsciously slapped him across the face; the sound was crisp and loud, and her palm felt a little hot.
Having moved flowers and plants for a long time, Lin Qingyi had a lot of strength, and a handprint was immediately imprinted on Ang's face.
...
Ang realized that the people who had been with the two of them had left, so he pulled her back to the spot where the light was.
Ang raised his hand and rubbed his face with his fingers.
Ang: That's a strong grip...
Lin Qingyi: I never expected you to be this kind of person!
She quickly used sign language.
Ang: What kind of person am I?
After finishing the sign language, I pressed my tongue against my cheek; it seemed to hurt a little…
Lin Qingyi: You're a scoundrel!!!
Ang couldn't help but laugh, his face bearing the slap mark.
Slowly move closer to her.
This time he didn't use sign language, but opened and closed his mouth: If I were a hooligan, I would have eaten you long ago.
Lin Qingyi understood his lip reading and took a half-step back somewhat awkwardly.
He grabbed her waist.
Sighing to the heavens: How stupid of me not to know I was being followed!
He didn't intend for Lin Qingyi to know.
Lin Qingyi's expression froze for a moment.
track?
Her breathing quickened, and she looked at him with some unease.
Ang then realized that she had actually learned lip reading.
...
Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, Ang felt uncomfortable wandering around the streets.
So they took the person to the studio.
Lin Qingyi took out a swelling-reducing ointment she had bought from a roadside vendor and applied it to him.
Seeing the handprint under the light, he finally realized how hard he had hit her, and a guilty expression appeared on his face.
This amused Ang.
After all, there aren't many opportunities to see other expressions on her face.
Ang: Okay, it's nothing serious, no need to wipe it.
Lin Qingyi stubbornly pressed him into the chair and patiently finished applying the medicine before letting go.
Ang had a boyish face, and the slaps on his face added a touch of adolescent rebellion.
He went inside to change his clothes.
Lin Qingyi looked around his office.
There were only cabinets, and neatly arranged folders on the desktop.
A white inner page was floating by, with a corner peeking out.
She was sensible, but her gaze lingered for two seconds longer as she saw her mother's name appear on the paper.
She was genuinely curious and reached out to pull out the scattered pages.
The above contains information about Lin's mother's life, including some details that even she herself was unaware of, all vividly presented on the paper.
She skimmed through the text until her gaze fell on a photo of herself and her mother clipped together with a paperclip.
The man behind her walked to the desk, and their eyes met.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed unconsciously without making a sound.
Ang composed himself, his eyes no longer as arrogant as before, but rather cold.
Lin Qingyi resumed her previous aloof and indifferent demeanor: Is this the real reason you came to find me?
Ang instinctively wanted to object, but ultimately nodded.
Ang: I want to know about the relationship between your mother and Sun Jiming.
He held up a pre-prepared cardboard sign for her to see.
Lin Qingyi smiled, which made Ang feel a little flustered.
Lin Qingyi: I'm sorry, I don't know who you're talking about. As for news about my mother, I think you probably know more than I do.
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
My wrist was gripped tightly.
Lin Qingyi glanced back at him, wanting to struggle, but found that the man had used some strength and she couldn't break free at all, so she simply gave up.
The two were deadlocked.
When Ang spoke, Lin Qingyi closed her eyes and didn't look at him.
It made him feel very frustrated.
Previously, when gathering intelligence, if someone was disobedient, all that was needed was a rough interrogation.
But the woman in front of me seemed to shut out the entire world as soon as she closed her eyes...
She was still struggling when Ang moved behind her.
Unexpectedly, he did the opposite; instead of resisting his movements, he fell into his arms.
That aggressive scent from before once again entered my nose.
Even the popularity surrounding him is hard to ignore.
Lin Qingyi opened her eyes and, sure enough, met the man's firm chest.
She pushed him away forcefully, her face flushed, as if accusing him of his behavior.
Ang: You finally opened your eyes? Let me finish what I have to say.
Lin Qingyi took a half step back: You just stand there and talk.
He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: Okay, I'll stand here.
After a brief explanation, Lin Qingyi realized that someone had been following her all this time, and that it was related to a man named Sun Jiming, as well as her mother.
But she was completely unfamiliar with the name, Sun Jiming?
She had never heard her mother mention this name before, and she shook her head in confusion.
Ang knew she probably really didn't know, and asked her with some curiosity: Was your deafness and muteness congenital?
Seeing the person opposite him nod, Ang didn't ask any further questions.
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