Changfeng suddenly turned cold. Although the trace was covered by her hair, although she only glimpsed a little when she turned around, he would not be wrong. It was a kiss. He turned around and walked, followed Liang Yuning into the tea room. He raised his hand and suddenly grabbed Liang Yuning's wrist. He stood against the light and the darkness swallowed up his face. Liang Yuning couldn't see his expression at the moment, but he could really feel that there was a sense of killing all over the man, which was terrible. And holding her hand, the tighter the hoop, she whispered, "pain -" the long wind suddenly loosened, like waking up from a dream. He looked at her and said, "I'm sorry." Then he asked, "where have you been today?" Liang Yuning looked at him mistily: "I didn't go anywhere. I've been at home." Her hair fell and just blocked the trace of her neck. He reached out to pick up her scattered hair and wanted to see it clearly. When she tilted her head, he threw himself into the air and his hands were frozen in the air. But when she turned her head, he saw it clearly. His hand paused for a few seconds, took it back rigidly, and then asked, "what's the matter with the trace on your neck? Who did it?" Can you treat her as forced? Liang Yuning's face turned red like snow. She subconsciously raised her hand and covered her neck. She looked shy and embarrassed. Her words were stammering: "no, no... Who does what? It's no use rubbing it." Don't talk about love songs for this reason. She can't convince herself. Changfeng's eyes were as dark as the sea. He looked at her steadily. He should be Baidu's information about Liang Yuning, and then asked, "I know you have an affair with love songs, but aren't you pretending to be a couple?" She didn't go out. He guessed that these traces should be made by Li love songs. Liang Yuning smiled awkwardly and wondered what he meant by asking. She thought of what Changfeng said to chase her before. She felt that she should let him die. After all, she didn't want to be with him. She said softly: "yes, yes, we are just gossip lovers... But... We now..." Changfeng interrupted her: "but what?" Liang Yuning was a little guilty and said, "we... Are together now." She didn't know Li love song's attitude, but she felt that since she had done it, she must have been together. Changfeng frowned at her, his face changed slightly, and said coldly, "he made it on your neck." Liang Yuning didn't have a good answer, but just lowered her eyes. This is the default meaning. Changfeng's lips moved back and forth for a few times. He didn't speak. He just raised his hand and put it on his forehead. In the soft light, above the bridge of his nose, a shadow was formed to cover his face a little. A moment later, he got the answer like an analysis and said, "that is to say, you used to be gossip lovers. You were together these two days, didn't you?" Liang Yuning bit her lip, then nodded, "I'm sorry!" Changfeng smiled and left a sentence: "you have nothing to be sorry for me." He turned and left. She looked at his back and softened her shoulders. She didn't like him and had to refuse him like this. A moment later, when she came out, she didn't see Changfeng in the main hall. Only the old man and Yaoyao were chatting. Liang Yuning's eyelids jumped, thinking about Changfeng's attitude just now, thinking that he wouldn't be looking for Li love song